In Soviet Russia, people are fucking terrible at driving

It's genuinely surprising to me that anyone survives 15 minutes of driving in Russia.  Random trees and parts of buildings fall on the road out of nowhere.  Farm animals wander in and out of traffic.  Cars suddenly spin their back wheels and spontaneously flip over in place.  Someone's engine just blows up.  And so far, that's just the random, uncontrollable events--you've also got pedestrians running in front of moving trains; drivers who don't seem to know the difference between their lane, your lane, the shoulder, and a line of trees on the side of the road; bulldozers that do not give a fuck about anything and will hit a dozen parked cars at once; semis that accelerate full speed into highway dividers; and 18-wheelers that don't give a shit if there are cars in an intersection, because they are by god going to go through right now because they damn well can. Some dude's trailer tips over and he keeps driving, presumably because as long as nothing fell out and it's still attached, no harm done.  I'm never complaining about my commute again.