10 years ago we had a service Hyundai accent at work, I periodically carried a deputy director, a woman of the age of Soviet hardening. To use the car for personal purposes was not welcomed, but if in the morning it was on the parking lot near the office and refuelled as appropriate, then no one watched what I used. I did not have my car, I lived with my brother, there was no money for the hotel, and there was also a candy-flower period with a girlfriend. And here one January cold evening, we and a girl had a great time studying the poses of Kamassutra in this car, tightly, uncomfortable and constantly something interferes... He took her home, brought the car in order on the subject of the burning type of towels, women’s hair and other leftover objects, got up and went to the office. On a cold morning, the deputy director asks me to take her to business, we sit in the car, and on the blinded front front opposite the passenger seat such excellent footprints of women. The deputy director pretended not to notice, but a journal appeared on the guard, which marked the time of the return of the service car.