“Alright,” he said. “We’ll settle everything now.”
The old man took out his phone.
And at that moment, the men still didn’t know that he wasn’t just a “retired man in an old car.”
“Hello,” he said evenly. “I’m on the highway, kilometer marker such-and-such. Yes, that place. Come.”
The shaved man smirked.
“Who did you call?”
The пенсионер didn’t answer.
About seven minutes later, a дорожная полиция (traffic police) vehicle pulled up with its lights flashing. The men exchanged glances, but they weren’t nervous yet.
A tall officer in uniform stepped out. He quickly assessed the situation, then turned to the пенсионер.
“Father, are you alright?” he asked.
“Alive,” the old man replied shortly.
The shaved man tried to take control.
“Officer, this old guy didn’t keep his distance, crashed into us—”
The officer didn’t even look at him.
“The cameras already showed everything,” he said calmly. “Crossing a solid line. Dangerous maneuver. Sudden braking without cause.”
The men fell silent.
“And by the way,” the officer added, “this is my father.”
The silence turned heavy.
“So you decided to stage an accident?” he continued more harshly. “Thought the highway had no cameras?”
The shaved man went pale.
“We… we didn’t mean to…”
“Talk later. Documents.”
