"We will not go with a stick against the tank"
© colta.ru Katya: despair On the ring near the Kuibyshev market there is a polite person in military uniform, armor and mask. Katya stops the car. There, he says, yours is worth it. Go hug. Near the building of the State Council, I still decide to talk with two polite. “I’ll wait for you here,” says Katya, “otherwise I will still get on them, it will turn out to be impolite.” “Green men” turn out to be heavy, elderly, battered people. - Have you been sent from Moscow? - No, we are local.