I am an expert in car selection. It was that year. We went to the subway to see one right-handed car. I no longer remember what it was. On the territory of Russia, the machine first rolled through Moscow, then it was bought and taken to Novosibirsk, after which it returned to Moscow, where it was sold.

The car is beaten, the drive is twisted, and there are also problems with documents. More precisely, they simply did not exist. The sellers (there were two of them) offered to go with them to GAI, where they will receive a duplicate of the PTS and immediately transfer it to their hands.



I took the client to the side, discussed with him the condition of the car, said that it is not worth taking. He refused to buy, telling the sellers that the expert did not advise, and went on his way.



The guys did not like this arrangement. Southern blood burst into a conflict in which I did not want to participate. I am an average pick-up, 175 centimeters tall, weighing 60 kilograms, and without a beard. But I run faster than two-meter closets. They wandered not long, but scary, telling on the road what they would do when they got caught.



P.S. This is a very common case in our company. Motorcyclists are divided into those who have already fallen and those who will soon fall. And our experts on those who have already run away from dissatisfied sellers, and those who will soon run away.