Snowfall and traffic jams.
The windows of the office open to the new street. B is awake.
A new road was made. Well, as they did: asphalt, granite borders, signs, marking, LED lighting, lighting. But - an impasse (no - not provided by the project), the boundary of design and construction has ended. Asphalt and bac - a tranche on top of it, further grounding, on which wasziki, cruzacs and other jeeps are stuck. This road is part of the direction between the Ashan+Lenta+Metro and the M-Video and is intended to be a passageway between 4 overloaded highways. We sit at work. We observe in the window, how the most car-loving "auto-lovers" open up this route for themselves. Thinking that he is the most astute and found a trap in our eternal traffic jams, each of them praising in their minds their cleverness with a smile to their ears rushes on a new path to the promised goal. A blow to the brakes. the turn and the way back to the traffic jams, from where he left (this is who how, who 500 meters ago to steel, who and a kilometer). You could see their faces at that moment. And judging by the articulation of the mouth, the Russian language in this place is greatly enriched. We sit, look out the window, and have fun. Here is what they noticed. Some are returning. There was a man who did this thing three times a day, and every time he turned out to be a sweet mother. The miracle of optimism.