Until the Thunder Breaks
Пока гром не грянет
Fedor Ivanovich purchased a Moskvich. Together with his wife, he was planning to go to a picturesque lake in the Moscow region. On the way, we picked up my mother-in-law in a new Moscow district and left the car at the entrance. Suddenly, shouts were heard from the street: “There’s an accident!” Fyodor Ivanovich, feeling cold, leaned out of the window and was stunned - his car was crushed by a dump truck...
