The driver of the Lada deliberately braked in front of the truck on the highway.
I'm driving a truck, and a car ahead of me is barely crawling along the open road. There are no hazard lights, someone is overtaking us, and I'm trudging along behind it.
I honk: "Are you coming?" Instead of accelerating, the driver starts braking deliberately in front of the truck—apparently he's trying to teach me a lesson.
It reaches the point of absurdity: I'm "catching up" with the car. We pull over to the side of the road. I get out and approach him—the driver looks like a teacher, and there's a globe in the passenger seat.
I ask: "Teacher, did you like it?" He calmly says: "Sorry, I'll go." I'm surprised: "You won't even get out?" And he seriously says: "I'm late for class."