Осень. Нарики поехали косить траву. Набились в жигуленок...

Fall. Nariks went to mow the grass. Crammed into a Lada like a sprat in a jar. Spent the day, mowed the full trunk, smoked, and then the driver struck, they say back to go past the traffic cop post, and there are a lot of us in the crook, it will slow down, ask why there are so many in the car, ask the trunk to open and we are papalyat. Without hesitation, they decided that as soon as they see a traffic cop one of them will bend down, the traffic cop will see that the car has a normal number of people and will not slow down. This ends the story of drug addicts.
The story of the traffic cop. Fall. All day froze in the wind. It was getting dark, the rain began to drizzle. For the whole day there was not a single car. Evil is bursting already. And then a crook appeared on the horizon. I drove by, and in the car - ANYONE ...