So, many years ago in ancient Armenia, there lived a Gaishnik named Heros.
I am telling a true story. The hero was from Artashat GAI. let the foreigners prove it. People don’t call him a hero either. that man’s real name was Heros. One day Herosis was sent to Yerevan. The Gaishnik of Atrashat is raiding the Parakar road. It’s the 90s…
There is no money, no car, 90s, no gas. He also sees an unfamiliar car coming to the garage. Unfamiliar for what, because the Hero had never seen such a car. as he used to say “red Willys”. My hero, who longs for that red Willys, has done the violence with his body, the magic stick of the Gaishnik is planted, he sticks the shishtok and jumps against the Willys…
The people of Willis meet. the one sitting next to him says, oh boy, don’t stand up, let’s see who this is, GaiLishnik, who grew up with lion’s milk. They stop but do not get out of the car. My hero, without the permission of the cadastre, slowly and proudly emerges from the driver’s side with his belly exposed, he hits the dark windows with his head: lower the window. The driver lowers the window, this hero looks inside and what?
– Iya, what’s more about yours… what kind of gas did you give…
While talking, he looks at the person sitting next to the driver and adds:
– A moment, a moment, a moment. himself, his bech-morus… Look at these numbers. “Ministry of Defense 0001”. Do you put your finger between the zeros? Why did you line up so many zeros?
I will not publicize the subsequent conversation, but you probably understood whose car the last hero of the outlaw flew against. Happy birthday, dear Vazgen…
