Moscow - Krasnodar

The late evening.
It was only the second hour of a long-distance journey from Moscow to Krasnodar.
The tired inter-city bus tried to fall asleep quickly and did not think about time, space, or even the toilet. Everyone wanted to die for the next twenty hours, so as not to notice this turbulent, nauseous road at all.
Suddenly, in the middle of the forest, for no apparent reason, the bus began to slow down, pressed to the sidewalk and finally stopped.
The bearded driver came out of the wheel, entered the salon and gently woke the old man sleeping on the front seat.
The old man woke up, turned his head and, seeing the driver in front of him, asked scaredly:
What is? and?
The bearded driver handed his passport to his grandfather and said:
- Well, take, unfortunately, you will have to go out here, I was told that now there will be a check, so I will not take you further. Come, I will open the luggage compartment, take your bags.
The old man shook with a small trembling:
You are what? How is it? We have agreed. Where can I go in the woods with four bags? I told you that in Krasnodar my son will meet me, he will pay for the trip. Here is my passport. Don’t be so crazy, well, I don’t have money, well, that’s what happened with who doesn’t happen.
- Dear, I understand everything, but I will not go further, with all respect, I also have a family, children, I do not want to lose my job because of you. I would have brought you for free, I am not sorry, but this is a matter of control. Come up, don’t delay, I have a schedule.

Some passengers woke up and tried to raise their voices for their grandfather:
You are what? Where will he go? The forest is around, and there is no money. Well, if you are a man, don't touch the old man, they say to you - "the son will meet, pay." The passport is worth 2 thousand. Look at the rain on the street.

Grandfather, almost with tears in his eyes, hardly twisted the engagement ring from his finger and extended to the driver:
Do you have a short passport? Take a wedding ring.

The driver carefully raising the old man by the elbow, replied with a emphasized affectionate voice:
Well what are you? Why do I need your gold? I have a bus, not a lombard. There is a ticket - we go to Krasnodar, no - go out here.
The grandfather completely fell, put on the ring, hid the passport, got out of his pocket two thousand rubles and extended them with a breath to the driver:
The last one, take the blood. Now I will have to starve for a day, and I can’t, I have sugar in my blood.
The driver took his hand with the money and all with the same affectionate voice replied:
Unfortunately, I can’t help with anything, I don’t sell tickets. We had to buy at the bus station in the box office, then we would drive now like everyone else. Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go out, you hold people.

A minute later, the bus had already departed from the nameless side, leaving behind a confused grandfather with four large bags.
The roar of angry passengers did not stop, but only increased.
The driver, in order to block these revolutionary voices of passenger solidarity, took the microphone and the whole cabin was filled with his voice, but here the voice was no longer the former affectionate, but cheerful, almost turning into a scream:
Are you sorry for that old shit? Well, so listen, I will tell you: six months ago, this grandfather, just as today approached me and with tears in his eyes asked to bring him to Krasnodar - "No money, take a passport in bail, and when my son comes to meet me, he will immediately give."
Why not help the old man? I secured my passport and bought a ticket for my blood.
Arrived in Krasnodar. He meets his son, a sergeant of the police. Approaches and says:
Do you have that citizen’s passport?
I owe him two thousand dollars, this is my ticket.
And Ment said:
Give yourself this ticket and give me your passport until I put the handcuffs on you for extortion!
Then, with all of it, I was so struck with a hole on my leg that I barely returned to Moscow.
And today, six months after that incident, this old goat approached me again, apparently not knowing, because I had been without a beard before.
Anyone else is sorry for this poor grandfather?