The second meeting in my life with a traffic police officer - Toyota Altezza, 2.0 liter, 2001

We decided to go today with the guys for water to the Zvenigorod Monastery. About 30 km from the hostel. As always scored a full trunk of 5 liter bottles. Everyone was in a good mood, the nature is beautiful, the weather is warm, we walked around the territory of the monastery, bought fresh bread. Nothing foreshadowed trouble :)
Let's go home, the path ran along a narrow road, a lane there, a lane back. The vehicle ahead began to let me through, the boy who was sitting next to me said, well, let's pass, well, I overtook, in the opposite direction, through a continuous one, and there was a traffic cop car in the oncoming lane :) where it came from is not clear.
We go further and don’t know what to do, or turn to the nearest village, 500 meters left before turning to the hostel. We didn’t reach :) They caught up with us with flashing lights :)
Well, that's all, "I'm such and such, present documents, let's get into the car." But that's bullshit, of course. Heart in heels.
The traffic cop has a camera in his car, everything is recorded, you can't get away.
Sits, writes and sentences, "well, on November 12, to the court, deprivation of 4-6 months." Tears-snot.
I will not describe further, somehow it is wrong. In general, everyone understood everything. There were no casualties.
By the way, my passengers turned out to be decent, they returned everything, refueled, reassured me all the way.
Now I'm ashamed, after all, the decision is made by the driver, and I myself am to blame for what happened.