Fun

A guy is sitting in the police station. He looks battered and bruised. He's being interrogated: - Name, surname. Address. The guy: - Ivan Petrov. Moscow Street, building 3, apartment 10. They send a police officer to that address, and he returns, saying that no such person lives there. The guy gets another beating. Then the question is repeated: - Tell us your address. Or it will be worse. The guy again: - Moscow Street, building 3, apartment 10. They took pity on him and decided to send the police officer again. Maybe he made a mistake the first time. The police officer returns, saying that there is no such person there. In the end, they decided to let the guy go home; what else could they do? The guy comes home, all beaten up, in torn clothes, covered in blood. His neighbor greets him: - Vanya, you owe me a bottle. The cops came twice today, asking about you. I told them that Ivan Petrov doesn't live here. I went to the store and was there for only a few minutes. When I came out, I saw a cop on a motorcycle writing a parking ticket. Then I walked up to him and said, "Come on, just let it go this time." He ignored me and continued writing the ticket. Then I called him a lousy Nazi. In response, he wrote another ticket, this time for the tires. Then I called him an ugly monster. After writing the second ticket and putting it under the windshield wiper, he started writing a third. For 20 minutes, I insulted him, and he kept writing tickets. But I didn't care; my car was parked around the corner. I just decided to have some fun...