Zhenya, a young department head at a promising bank, was driving his jeep along the ring road. And suddenly I saw a man voting. Where did he come from on the fenced freeway? Did you throw him out of the car? Zhenya slowed down and invited the voter into the salon - an old, professorial-looking man with a briefcase. Go. But the old man kept asking - faster, if possible, faster! And looked back...