Evening. You and your friend Makarov are driving home in his car. You had to drive the car because your friend got drunk and was no longer sober. Sitting in the back seat, he laughed, told jokes, sang along to songs on the radio and generally behaved as loudly as possible. But while you were driving home, the police stopped you. You hit the brakes and rolled down the window. Having started the conversation, you and Makarov were asked to leave. As a responsible person, you answered the questions soberly and wisely, while your drunken friend, putting his arm around your shoulders, talked some kind of nonsense and smiled.

“Do you have with you-” the policeman began, but Makarov interrupted him.

"I only have a jar of pickles with me." - answered the drunken Makarov.

You looked at your friend and were slightly amazed how alcohol turned him from a serious person into a funny guy.