I will be more lenient this time. --- I was driving in my Zaporozhets, coming home. The forest was a friendly green, with some happy sedges. The Sun was still up; it had been inching down, but still could not make it to the horizon.
A couple men came from the woods, looking like hunters, holding rifles. They were young and pretty and waiving for me to stop, and I'm deciding whether to.
A: Stop by them B: Drive by them C: Drive backwards.
Beard-face looked with a bit of indecision, and asked "Eh, can you move it a little?" He's referring to your sleeping bag and tent in the back, so you help him move it. He sat down happily, placing his rifle between his knees. He did not shut the door tight enough, though.
A: "Shut the door, you fool!" B: "Hey, shut the door tighter." C: [Pay no attention to it]
I told him to shut the door politely, and he did. We set off to Ovbeshlov, and they started arguing a bit about which seat was best in my car. Beard-face kept on slamming the door to make his point, and I told him to knock it off. After five minutes or so, things quieted, so I asked "Is it another ten kilometres to Ovbeshlov?"
A: Grab Hawk-Face's rifle while they're temporarily distracted. B: Pull out your Makarov while they're temporarily distracted. C: Keep driving and wait for their answer.
"Right, or a bit more", Hawk-Face replied. "The road's very rough, though - it's not made for ordinary cars." gave Beard-Face. I found the road was perfectly great. "I found it quite decent, yet I was promised that going here was a fool's want."
A: "Actually, come to think of it, you are right, this part of the road is pretty tough." B: "Or maybe it is just that I am too good a driver to be bothered by what would bother a mediocre driver." C: [Wait for their reply.]
"Well, on this road, you could possibly get through even in the fall. When I said 'the road', I didn't mean this road, I meant roads around here in general - this road is a shining, sparkling red carpet compared to the others around here. Steborov and all the roads leading to it are all barely mowed dirt roads." Hawk-Face said. You've never seen Steborov, nor any of its roads.
A: "Ha, Steborov wouldn't be a problem, either, but let's get to Ovbeshlov." B: "It's been a dry summer this year, all the roads are pretty dry; I don't think even Steborov would be a problem." C: "Well, maybe."