Aaaaaaaaaa!!! How the hell is it bombing me. It just pisses me off and tears me apart. This is a goddamn mess!
Since everyone woke up early, Sasha and I left for our Crimean voyage at six in the morning. We pushed for a long time near Moscow, then got out onto the M4 Don toll road. Paid sites pleased with asphalt, and some rudiments of improvement. However, the free ones weren’t bad either. At the beginning. Then more and more repairs began to come across on the roads. The asphalt was full of markings of different colors. White is the main one, yellow is forbidding stopping, red is temporary, and under these circumstances is the main one. The problem is that the red marking appears and disappears, making confusion in the movement. Either it’s just smeared, like a drunken artist, or it completely leads to the chipper.
“Well, are we flying to Rostov?” Sasha asked.
“Well, I don’t know… We won’t make it before dark.” I hesitated.
The truth is not long. We have already had a delicious meal, they bought me ice cream, the landscapes were pleasing, the road is not bad. Ahead of rest and moooore)) Sasha looked cheerful.
— Let’s go. — I decided.
Strictly speaking, we didn’t need to go to Rostov itself. In Moscow, we were told about the village of Dolzhanskaya. A spit that goes into the sea … I want it! And I also want to see Rostov. For me, this city is like a mirage. I know that he is, I suspect approximately where, but I myself have not been. A city shrouded in a veil of romance. So many books have been read about him! Rostov-Papa! Want! And Sasha agreed. We generally love car trips. How is it with Polozkova? “I would move like a lizard, age. Without a point of arrival, ideally.” She has about the train, and we have about the car. In general, they waved. Already approaching Rostov, we were stopped by a traffic policeman. Sasha lowered the glass. A man with a magic wand quickly and
introduced himself indistinctly. Asked for documents. No problem. We have order. STS, rights and insurance.
He barely glanced at the documents and asked her husband to leave.
— Take the mask! — I handed Sasha a new one.
“No need,” said the fat man good-naturedly.
Sasha left. Although it wasn’t worth it. I mentally remembered where they could violate, and nothing came to mind, except for that randomly drawn markings. Sasha was gone for a long time. Came back angry.
— Protocol write!
— What?! for what?!
— Presents a meeting.
— How?!
I was scared, it seems that they are deprived of it, but right now the rights will not be taken away.
— They showed a photo where two incomprehensible cars, one seems to be ours, there is one solid one between them, they say overtaking. They have some kind of dispatcher there, he said, I maliciously violated the rules! Evil as hell!!
“Where?” I wondered.
— They say «there».
— Where is «there» ?! — Is it possible ?!
— He said, let them write the protocol. You need a passport.
I found it, I gave it.
Just calm down, don’t get angry. Don’t shout and don’t prove anything. Let’s make a protocol.
— They say, the court and deprivation of rights. It will be necessary to write in the protocol that I do not agree, and I ask you to consider it in our court. Not to go here again!
— All right, just say so. Just do not be angry.
For some reason, I was most afraid that Sasha would start arguing. We basically do not give bribes. We won’t pay for anything. Deprive, let’s go on foot. But they can mess up. And hardly anything…
I got out of the car. And she was surprised. Whole raid! Five people with sticks, about eight cars on the side of the road. Suspicious. On the hood of a car with a flashing light, a man in a summer shirt without a uniform and any signs of communion with the traffic police wrote … I don’t know what he wrote. It wasn’t protocol. Some kind of … scribble. Most of all, similar to the invoice.
«Sash?» I asked in surprise.
— They write here. Sasha shrugged.
“They will deprive them of their rights.” The shirt said happily.
— Good. I answered dispassionately.
— According to your photo they will not deprive. Sasha said confidently.
— Departure to the opposite!
— And since when is the oncoming lane marked with one lane? — Sashka chuckled. And explained to me. — They have such a photo, muddy, black and white, the brands of cars cannot be distinguished. The room is large. No adjacent lanes are visible. The breaker is not visible. Just two cars with a lane between them.
The shirt pretended to be busy copying passport data. Then, apparently having come up with something else, he happily announced.
— There is a technological exit.
«Eeeee?!» We looked at each other in bewilderment.
— You have a complete mess there, markings in the bump stop, there is no light, it’s not clear how to drive! — I started to get angry.
“It’s all right there.” Nasty drawling, the shirt assured.
— Well, write, write the protocol. Sasha, you will sign as it is necessary.
— It’s not a protocol. — Surprised once again by the shirt. — It will come to you in electronic form. And the agenda will come, to the court for deprivation. Do you drive?
— Electronic protocol?! — I was in a hurry. And grinned. — No. I’m falling off the stool at home. I can’t.
(This is our long-standing dispute with Sasha. I want to go to school and get my license, and Sasha invents why I can’t. And when I really fell off the stool, his hands were untied))))
We did not see any protocol, they simply handed over all the documents to us and let us go. We walked to the car a little in shock. A man came across from the car that was stopped along with ours.
“Do you also have an oncoming lane?” I asked.
— I have nothing. He waved angrily. Wallet.
In general, we slipped through Rostov at night, and by morning we were already in the village. On anger and psychos, they slipped three hundred kilometers off-road and did not even notice. Anger — from shamelessness and scale, psychos — because it is impossible to do anything about it.
In general, what I want to say. This is an organized traffic police gang. They have been written about on the Internet since 2017. Invent a reason, scare deprivation of rights. Tired drivers carry the money themselves. And some are even taken to the ATM. Yes, they would have put him in his post! What is trifles?!
The scheme is simple. They stop everyone in a row, transfer the number to the dispatcher. He is looking for photos from cameras with your or similar car. And then the whole show. With finding out where you work and how much you earn and how much you don’t want to be left without rights. This is pure divorce. Because, in principle, they cannot be deprived of rights by photo fixation. If you answer confidently and make it clear that you won’t give money, they will quickly let you go. Because they have no time to argue. You won’t pay, they’ll find someone else. Because the flow is large, everyone goes on vacation, which means with money.
I understand that this post will not solve the matter, but if someone finds this experience useful, I will be glad. Be careful. There are guys in front of Rostov, but there are many of them in Chechnya, and in Dagestan, and in Abkhazia. All over Russia gays take bribes, but on such a scale?!?!
Be vigilant and don’t let yourself get ripped off.
