I got a story in my eyes today. As a passing man saw a car standing on the side with a raised cap and two girls next to him. Pure gentlemanly slowed down to find out if it helped anything. The girls told me that the car did not start. Well, the man was also not a specialist, so he reasonably offered them to pull the car to the nearest service. They attached the wire, the man touched, but fortunately immediately slowed down, for some reason there, I may have forgotten what to ask. After a moment, he felt a blow in the back of his car. Without realizing anything, he came out of the salon, indeed, the girl's car collided with him. Not hard, but unpleasant. When he approached their car, all in the same confusion, he looked into the salon and saw that behind the wheel was empty, but on the rear seat they were both sitting with interest looking at some magazine.
Comments under history was enough, both with the protection of the ladies of drivers, and with their complete reproach. But most of them thought it was still fiction and fiction. You can’t be so blonde. Maybe I haven’t seen it myself, but I’ve seen much better.
It all started with the fact that to the tractor attracted Toyota Corona, a five-door, diesel, with the offer to buy spare parts. I did not have such modifications of the car, so there were no spare parts needed. Without negotiating, the former horse thieves asked to leave the car, said, something had struck. The machine was clearly stolen.
- Leave it, drive it out there closer to the spots and let it stand. I am not responsible for the throne, but I will not be responsible for the security, I agreed.
The car stood for four months if not more. No one came after her and she slowly grew into the grass. But autumn came, late autumn and the tractor had mints. Four in a service car, too, by the way, that “Japanese.”
"You hear, we caught the hijacker here, so he explained to us that one of the cars was abandoned somewhere here.
Is it a Toyota Diesel? I hardly remembered her existence, so out there.
The mints hit the dried grass and took care of the rope, in the sense of what to drag. had to help. While they were forging there, it was dark and cold and I went into the tractor. After some time I saw in the window that the service car drove Toyota quite sharply to the track. One trouble, the trail from the tractor adjacent to the track in the form of a T-shaped crossroads. This is where they slowed down. The blow was heard in the tractor. I was interested to see what happened there. The first thing I saw was the dirty back of the servant and the same mouth of Toyote. Then there are four mentions.
What happened? I did not understand.
Nothing happened, we were all four in that car. - and showed to the office, explained the most thoughtful.
In this who? I still did not understand.
No one, again explained the thoughtful.
But why, how is it? I was looking for the truth.
Because it doesn’t work and it’s cold. - explained to me apparently the elderly, - and everyone in the heat wanted to go. In the darkness you will find out who is going where.
It is funny that when Sberbank celebrates its anniversary, it has its history since 1841, and when it is asked about the 1991 deposits, it turns out that it is a completely different bank.