roman kocherov, an experienced truck driver, was driving to tyumen that day due to a stroke, got intognal for help, and slid down, exhausted. the seats were on the floor, but the inspectors refused to call the doctors, they waved their hands, they said, let him sober up, they turned off the engine, there was more load, it was -20 outside, i opened the cabin, i saw only his legs lying on the floor, roman was sitting on the floor between the seats, his hands on his stomach, so probably on chest, eyes closed, he was sitting in his socks, i seemed to grab him by the foot, by the sock, the foot was icy, oleg marshinin arrived at the place an hour later. the company understood that the beacon was working, the car had been standing still for a long time, roman was not communicating, which meant trouble had happened, and meanwhile the inspectors were still telling him to sleep it off, i said, what makes you think that i’m saying he’s drunk there, i’m saying he’s on drugs, why are you saying that you took this case and in general i’m saying, i’m saying how long has he been in this state like t