Sketch about the loss of morality
The oriental-looking taxi driver entered the conversation without warning, emerging from his own thoughts: now, he said, it’s bad. Before, he said, it was good. - What exactly? - I decided to clarify. “That’s it,” the taxi driver answered simply. - Is that all? — Yes. - Who were you... before? - Secretary of the Komsomol city committee. Oh well. - Where? - In Azerbaijan. City of Cuba. This is north, near the border with Russia. - Why are you here? - I ask. - It's bad there now.