At a stop on demand (that is, where the bus stops, only if you really ask), on the outskirts of an ordinary Russian city, a humble man named Smirnov stands in the rain. I decided to go to my mother after a slight quarrel with my wife Natasha.
At a stop on demand (that is, where the bus stops, only if you really ask), on the outskirts of an ordinary Russian city, a humble man named Smirnov stands in the rain. I decided to go to my mother after a slight quarrel with my wife Natasha.
