A black sports car was flying along the track, violating the rules of the road. Timothy nervously tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, looking askance at his girlfriend.

- In general, you need to drink a pill, - Tim said carefully.

transport with one hand, took the flask. He handed over a round white pill and a bottle of water that lay on the panel.

- Hey, Tim, remember when you jokingly offered me a job in a bar? – obediently took a sedative and washed down with a sip of water.

- Yes.

- And now offer without jokes - threw the bottle on the panel.

- Well,...