...I follow the lighting and signs, I walk around the pit, I think ahead of the other participants of the movement, I predict pedestrian manoeuvres, and here in front of me, without a turntable, a black BMW unexpectedly crashes, and here I remember that on the roads, in addition to other shit and obstacles, there are still a lot of fools whose bread don't pin, let me measure with pips, crack and generally show who is the main cock.