I stand at a stop. Two boys aged 17. A toned 9ka comes in with all the twists. It comes out of the "advanced bead" (money is, but the mind is not purchased). He does not shut down the car, goes to the barrel and pushes the guys off the way. Of course not apologizing. He stands in line. The guys whispered, looked around and rushed to the car. Started by. "Bydlo", ran behind his mother’s car. Due to the large number of cars, the driver cannot handle the steering and enters the pillar on the side near the stop. They flew out of the car and knocked in the direction of the armor park to the owner of the car:
You have a great car!!! to
2nd was it!!! to