есть у меня дружище в москве, дузер, с...

I have a friend in Moscow, a duzer with whom we exchange all sorts of things, through my friend Lyokha, a steward working on a peregrine falcon. This time I have two beers for the duser (from the mage l'ete etrange and from af brew - redrum ipa). agreed with Leha to meet at one gas station on Shafirovsky Avenue. I arrived there a little earlier than Lyokha. according to signs, parking at that gas station is allowed by the rear bumper to the curb and there is a marking for parking spaces. I parked and decided to see how parallel to the markings I got up, opened and closed the door. at that moment the cop bobik flies up. three pop out, two to my door, I don’t see the third. fly up, take me out of the car, ask me what I dumped. I say, I didn’t throw anything, I opened the door to look at the markings, I made an appointment with a friend to meet at this gas station. two begin to search me, they don’t find anything, at this moment the third cop comes up with a tiny bundle, and grit, "threw it somehow." I'm in denial, they say, not mine. they begin to search the car. at that moment, lekh approached. vouched for with me, asked what was happening. I say, guys found some kind of package, they say mine. at this moment they are unwrapping the package, there is some kind of mixture. the third cop goes behind the right side of my car, and leaves from there with some bag that she puts in her car. those two, having conferred, came to the conclusion that it was some kind of tobacco. wished a good night and quickly dumped.