Author of quotes: Rasul Chabdarov

Taxi it's a terrible job. Heavy, disgusting. When you're a taxi driver, you have no future. So you invent grandiose past. I one once said, I once once scriptability engaged. In music school, is that right? I think the film Luc Besson's "Taxi" this is all a Grand fiction taxi driver. I think that Luc Besson came to Moscow, got to our taxi driver in the car and he was our taxi driver says: "Where you from? With Paris? Of course... I, by the way, my wife's dad is a General in the French army. Friend me with the police, but... That's a guy! Tatar. Good guy".

We, the Caucasians, like fake it, but most of all we love pontovatsya each other. We have a old ancient trick: we are every weekend going to the "Choyhona" and begin to discuss "themes". Even so: "the subject, cousin." the Theme is any business project, in advance doomed to failure because they are not feasible in principle. You have no idea what kind of startups! "Well, brother, look: buy dried fruits, okay, anyway, brother? Then moisten them and get regular fruits! Understood, brother?"
After that, the most important is, it is very important to get maximum pathos from the "Choyhona", get in a cab and go to order.

At some point I realized that was crazy and hated all women as passengers. Because when a woman tries to explain how to get to her, she describes the countryside through the senses. Man totally clear guidance gives. He's like, "I'm at the bus stop, in a red jacket, standing, shit". You drove up, waited, took, left. When the woman, it was just awful...
She said, "you drive, there is a man in a purple shirt stands this imposing, his chin Roman so... Young Toto Cutugno easy! To the right you will see the puddle in the reflection of the puddles will be so arch in the Baroque style <...> I stop in the archway, there, then, flowerbed, there is naturally growing acacia, do two laps around the acacia, as smell, as if for the first time fell in love with, go from there. There, then, a woman in a red tippet waving you hand. It's not me, it's crazy, we have always waving..."
Yes, your mother, come you to the man who shits on the brothers! I was standing there, grief.