I in 1992 brought from Lithuania one of the first foreign cars in Zelenograd - VW jetta, all such a cherry, shiny foreign car, and in my yard of the 14th entrance 16th floor house it was generally the first foreign car, and it looked like a very foreign spot among the Moscowis, Zaporozhye and Jigul. So the favorite to touch was the mass - then the mirror will be torn off, then the courtyards will be tied to a knot, and one day on the cap a pot with a flower flew. I had to get rid of it, struggle with the selection of paint - cherry metal was not sold in our markets. I found, painted, the next day I go down to the car in the morning, and on the hood with love so, diligently, with a nail not less than 100mm, the method of cold engraving scratched "I'm broken"... I almost cried out of powerlessness and hatred to compatriots. I would have a registrar...