Where do I get these opportunities from? So, after all I am «a little bit from there» myself. «We were once trotters». I was in the System myself – it was the System that rejected me, because a little earlier, I turned away the System. This is not forgiven – and I was not forgiven. I left – yes, a little bit remained a few roots in the face of individual «friends». As I left, I didn’t have any planes on them, but they «saved themselves» as a source of information. At first, I consumed it along with a snack under the next «one hundred grams» of vodka. But when I «embarked on the warpath», the maintenance of the conversation on my part was already focused. In the end, I became the owner of such a number of «palace secrets», that even after sifting through a frequent sieve, they would be enough for several sentences.
But judges can rest assured of their missing conscience: «I do not want to disturb you with anything». The solution to the problem of my clients is my problem. And I solve it in my own style: operatively and exclusively in a surgical way.
So, what about worry, I cannot worry: my work front is wide. But I start by saying, that… I continue in the same vein and in the same spirit: I go according to the souls of violators of traffic rules. This time they are from among those, who are ex officio resolutely suppressed. But since they are unable to stop, for the violators are the essence, I come to their aid as a volunteer, as no one is an authorized social activist.
«Not long the music played». But at the same time, «a holy place is never empty». In the literal sense: recently cleaned of «tough» violators, the place under my window is even more vigorously settled by gentlemen from the local police department. Unfortunately, I have no luck with my place of residence: I coexist with local law enforcement officers. But they only care for my place of residence – only to the parking lot. Alas: they consider themselves to be «masters of life» to an even greater degree, than the owners of «cool cars». Yes, they themselves are the owners of «cool cars»… with a salary, which will be enough to buy a piece of bread and a pair of pants.
Why none of the «boss speaker» does not even look out the window? Why no one slides an eye on this defile of foreign cars? Why nobody does not ask the question: «Tell me, comrade, is it not for nothing…"? I haven’t been interested in this «why-bother» for a long time After all, all the questions have one answer: the one, who should ask, is «from the same basket»! And for demand, you can also get a counter argument: «Tell me who I am – I will say who you are!» And get it exclusively on the neck, as well as more tangible places.
Therefore, I’m replacing these questions with another, more relevant: «So, we have a road there?» I didn’t come right away – and not to my comrades: to the thought. I’m not a «fighter for an idea». My principle is: «You do not touch me – I do not touch you». In order for what happened to happen, quantity must turn into quality, to be more precise, the amount of mental anguish – in the quality of determination. And one day it happens, as it should be, by chance. On the basis of the car and the traffic rules again, when the «guardians» dispersed the pedestrians peacefully walking along the allotted street on their foreign cars. Accident is a special case of regularity. And, if movie character, under the impression of what he saw, said: «And then I decided: „To sell!“, I decided, though also in one word, but even sharper: " To delete!»
