Rekken: In the late 1990s, I was still standing at a tram stop in the famous town of Kursk. A crowd of people, what a blinded aunt stumbles to prepare for the assault of an incoming wagon, but the number for a hundred meters due to illness can not disassemble, therefore turns to some flegmatic guy in a shirt (whether smoked, or simply never winner of the school Olympiads) with the question:
What brand is it coming in?
The guy thirty seconds focused and says:
He knows what a Czechoslovak is.