# Aron Stepanyan Tales 2 1/3

Вячеслав Владимирович Тимофеев

Flat tire

I was driving along the night road. After several kilometers I got a flat tire. I stopped at the side of

the road, I had to wait for help. Sitting in a car, I saw a mote approaching. Behind me stopped a car

and three men came out. One of them was "black". He said his name was "Bad bear". The squad

began to gang up on me and insisted that I went with them in an unknown direction. They called

themselves "night patrol". I tried to get off it. I asked where their camouflage and weapons were.

Bad bear said that I either got into their car or got killed. I was making all kinds of excuses standing

shoulder to shoulder with him for quite a long time. Then an alarm system in my car went off. The

bandits started to get nervous and soon drove away. I took the wheel and slowly went home.

Mistake It happened again and again.