I have been reading here for a long time, and here I decided on, so to speak, a response visit.

Ordinary city N in the south of Russia. Hour of Pick. Repair of the road. As a result, a shutdown. And here some clever idiot comes out of the blockade on the sidewalk and travels around the place of repair on the pedestrian part.
Where one lamb goes, there is the whole flock: another eight cars are rushing to the pedestrian section. And here is the lock behind, and you can go back on the road. But... around the fence, the house - the only place for the congress from the sidewalk to the road is occupied by the "seven". The glasses of the "seven" are toned, but there is clearly someone in the salon. Our geniuses begin to show the driver of the "seven" in every way to evaporate and thus give them the way. The reaction is zero. And the entrance is the last remedy - drivers come out of the cars, holding in their hands the stealth rails and strictly go to the "seven".
All four doors of the "seven" are opened and out five... haishnikovs.
The curtain.