At the refuelling station, it throws fuel "140 merins" relentlessly. Beautiful, black and predatory. The paint coating shines loud and corrupt, it does not see even the wind and the brushes of the car. Apparently the car was washed carefully and only manually. Next to him is a very adult man in a dark gray suit and a black badle. Having filled, the man carefully wipes the block with a white cloth, turns and closes the loop.

The next car looks like a girl.

You are so careful. It is pleasant to watch.

There is a young man right now. She is him:

Look at the man watching the car. Not dust or scratches.

The guy touches the car, respectfully pointing his thumb:

and Ogo. Excellent condition. Driving too little?

A man wipes his shoes with a cloth, pressing his shoulders:

Well yes. So it happened. I didn’t drive for ten years, then five more.