Damn. Hardly had Boris and Sergei and I have done a good train on the blonde's because verreckte, halfway between Freiberg and Buschhhausen, a tire.
While it is the customer that the Russians when he has no more fuel, peeing simply in the tank.
I do not trust Russians, of course, in principle, that they pee just as easily in a tire to him afloat again. After all, in only about ten-fold power, along with English, who you know, understand what war, Amis, Franzen, Ichweißnichtwemnoch won the last war against us, though tedious, but in the end, no doubt.
It was fortunately not my car, so I introduced myself just stupid, so called on to my beers.
The damn spare presented himself as a non-inflated herewith as useless as the plates, and an air pump was not on board. Not even clean pee was still trying. When tire that does not seem to be working. (Special training, no doubt, to both. They knew their obvious limitations.)
Fortunately, I can hardly Russian. Lest they also translate the curses that fell now. It is said that the Russians almost as bad swearing know how the Hungarians. So this is probably a good thing.
Of course I knew that it would not take more than ten minutes, until that one of the trucks weighing will come in which I would find a drive to Buschhausen with certainty. Simply waving, the driver probably already knowing, and if not so easy as the Magnus reported.
Because I would have had no chance together unquestionably against Boris and Sergei, anyway not in fights with angry Russians or anybody else ausbin, I bit back my smile as much as possible.
After three or four minutes later the truck, which I caused to südschwitzerisch good to stop. In the desert you can help yourself.
And, indeed, as fate would have it, Egon, whose son I had just brought through Abi, was at the wheel.
"Magnus, with what losers are you on the road today? Should I also take about? "
Boris seemed to be on the verge of his Makarov or else get a -off on this announcement out, but changed his mind. Russians can, at least, if I have to be very reasonable.
"Oh, Egon, now Carry no persons Geschieß, take us just simply with, and let 'the pick their carts Gammel some other time."
"Well," said Egon, "the two figures as see me not very trustworthy, but if it's your buddies, then of course they also have room on the bed. But not that they begin there to fumble decent Südschwitzerinnen, or something. Can you guarantee me that? "
Reeves at Sergei forehead burst a vein, but he restrained himself.
"Egon, the two are as it were under my protection. They have just issued me a cold beer. Although they seem a bit odd, but were otherwise been Habbar. "
Although Egon furrowed brow a little, but then gave us all sit up with a angle.
Having between the usual boxes of building materials and the other party (there was none of the Night celebration trucks) were sitting five minutes in silence, Boris said to me: "Why did I not you just killed?"
"Well, dear Boris, it may well be that you would not have survived here in Südschwitz itself determines long."
"Magnus is right," Sergei said finally pensive, and we drank our beer together.
So surprised the crate until after Buschhausen, and I had to but with a little envy notice how pretty friendly glances at Boris and Sergei threw in the remaining half hour some of the passengers inside rather than on me. This perceiving this, they were again but still clearly better. The car had not even paid out of pocket.
"Well, guys, I tell you now times one. Freiberg is one. Buschhausen is something else. There you will learn to behave yourselves. I fully recognize (the dubious heavy box and the rest of the luggage had been taken without hesitation) that you two have just about 23 Dan in Karate, probably smoked Bruce Lee in the Hash Pipe, back there drinne possibly Ichweißnichtwas. Nevertheless, I advise to you to behave yourself in Buschhausen. Until Stalin Organ and Kalashnikov and Abtschüssulski with you are, you're still in doubt, namely long all. Have ye understood all right? "
You just nodded. But that was at least something. Russians are, apart from their basic kindness, fortunately usually also not stupid.
I was almost glad of the tire. Now I can clearly make them much easier that you prefer not to bind with the Hintlingen over the measure. Not even as a Russian.
Then, already so good at driving, I pressed them pure nor that Mr. Fong was a perfectly acceptable contemporary, wofern you knew how to take it correctly, and that I had since received very well what kind of care he is clean German lege, that respect for the local culture.
That was enough for them then. We arrived, and I gave Sergei and Boris first quarter.
Then we went into the blonde gazelle. Where else. It was still well before midnight.
Of what was going on there, then, is told in the next chapter.
