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Merchants fly on the roads rushing forward, along their own paths. Rushing and grandfather traveler across the steppe carrying some kind of bag. A strange sound, similar to an alarm system, peeped in the distance, the door of the workers in the workshop creaked. The crazy bus flew at a speed without passengers. Carried firewood however. The roads are quiet on the treadmill, only little green men from Zhasyl El roam