minsk, pritytskogo street, we are watching a transport raid. inspection, somehow he drives awkwardly, to an end , all the drivers’ documents are in order, but then the inspector’s trained eye notices a blue minibus, well, now we’re behind the blue bus, the driver started fussing, and saw the blue beacons and completely pressed on the gas, trying to speed up and even turn off the highway , when i realized that the racing was fraught with even greater punishment, i pressed myself to the side of the road, good afternoon, passengers, transport inspection, where are we going, passengers, re-present your tickets, the car has no markings, from the first phrases of the driver and passengers, it is clear that there is definitely a violation here there is an ashmyany flight, who will recalculate where you are going to ashmyany, to ashmyany to the bus station, where i am going, where you will get off, where you are going, well, on our route, which one, where are you going, why do we have tickets? the route, from where i know, so where are you going, my task is to go to vilnius, and how lucky i a