“Semyon Fridman was driving his Cadillac under the subway overpass on Brighton Beach Avenue. As always at this hour of the morning, the traffic here was dense, cars crawled almost in the same left lane - the rightmost and middle lanes were filled with trucks that arrived with goods for stores and cars of buyers who violated parking rules, attracted by cheap sales in the local shops adjacent to one another along the entire street, or rather street, two-story, twilight from the wide canopy of the subway, which takes fifteen to twenty minutes to walk from end to end; streets, like which there are a great many in New York on the outskirts of the Bronx, Queens, and even Brooklyn..."