It was five years ago. He took the test to change his rights. I will not name the place. Whoever knows, can take a cake from the shelf. Here, we came, therefore, to the corresponding GIBDDulin, we all explored, all paid, climbed to the desired second floor, entered the corner and got into the atmosphere of specific nervousness.
People somewhere to the window climbs, something is trying to ask-explain-documents to push... those who are already on the approach in the row grumbling, those who are far in the row screaming not to let anyone, and from all this action forms such a crowd that you do not especially see for whom you occupied, you begin to strain yourself, look for whom you are standing behind, and still mint, apologize, the policeman in the ambrasure is ripping, trying to remotely bring order,... in short, everyone is aware. Come together and leave.
And here, in the midst of this violence, the door opens and such a luxurious law enforcement officer leaps into the gap that has formed, lazyly bypasses this slandering crowd and so targets the TV in the corner under the ceiling of this unit. Television revived and issued a screenshot of the "Caucasian Prisoner"...
Thro the film, there was a quiet silence in the hall, interrupted only by the cries of a policeman in an ambrasure. The faces of the people were calm and joyful, the men stood and smiled. Someone smiled quietly, someone shamefully and modestly, someone childishly directly and broadly...
Everyone who rushed somewhere, demanded something to be done quickly, now and without a turn, immediately found the time to just stand and see how bambarbia Kirgudu... When the Shurik's arrivals ended and the people again turned their attention to the menta, the lush made his focus again. And the people with the same delight and joy looked already at the arrival of Semen Semenych Gorbunkov. And there were no screams, no slings, no rings.
Only when they shouted the right surname, distracted themselves from the film, approached the end, got what they needed and quietly left. It was as if they had returned to reality. The mood was, by the way, very positive. And that, agree, is expensive...