A few months before my adulthood, my father asks if I want to earn money. I agree and ask what to do. Dad says that he bought the beaten dozen for 15t and if we invest a little effort and a little money in it, then we can sell it much more expensive. So began the month of buying spare parts, painting, garage tea drinks and pick-up mat, when something doesn’t work out. But we did it, after a month, this dozen was like just coming down from the conveyor, nothing broke, didn’t knock and looked very even decent (for VAZ, of course). The father said that he would look for a buyer for her, I agreed, the first two weeks I questioned him, but he refused, saying, no one has money, no season to sell the car, etc. A few more weeks are passing and I successfully forget about this car, because it’s time to take the exams in the auto school.



And here, my birthday, my parents wake up early in the morning, my mom says they have a surprise for me, give me 10 minutes to collect, close their eyes and take somewhere. I think it's such a surprise, nothing comes to my mind, but in another 15 minutes they remove the bandage from me and I see my garage and this tenth... Dad smiles echoingly, mom tells me that I'm already big and I need a car, but for a good I have to earn myself. And I stand and look at my father giving me the keys.



Z is. The car served me faith and truth for about two years, then it was successfully sold.