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Ninety-Three, the summer heat was terrible.
 I lived then in Beskudnikovo. And Dmitrijevka on the road to the center, there is a crafty twist on B.Akademicheskuyu street.
 It is right at the traffic lights, so there occasionally hung out the sign "can not be right" and exposed garbage in uniform. So I got on this.
 Food, not bothering anyone, and turning the corner of his eye fix this sign, with the thought, "yesterday was not ...."
Stumbles upon a wave of his wand, stop, cursing himself. And I see that these poor fellows like me five cars in line for disassembly.
Waiting. The garbage has been slow, hot, lazy, sweaty ...
 Departing from the turning nine with tinted windows, too, he stumbles on a stick.
From there emerges jolly mate in shorts and flip flops, obveshany tsepurami, bracelets, etc.
 Assess the situation for half a minute. It should be a dialogue (as heard, and writing).
 Mate (voice complete idiot):
 - Ax-I ... Enko mitsioner!
 He turned:
 - What?
 - And you've got this ... (scratching his belly) - mososykl there?
 People interested guard moment of bewilderment:
 - No ...
 Mate more debility:
 - A rasiya? ... (Radio?)
 Ment confused:
 - No ...
 Mate perfectly calm and measured:
 - And you would not go in that case to f *** MA, PI P *** with a stick! - Spat through his teeth, I sat down and left.
 Dumb.
 Ment (slightly recovering, and through clenched teeth):
 - Well, then. Ten seconds and everything disappeared ...
 We, of course, did not wait for a second invitation.

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