A familiar girl has a problem with the car, calls hysterically, stopped right in the middle of the avenue, asks to come.
Explanations are: "I eat no one touches, there is a buch, a buch, a car, I have some big stuff from the car. He was lying near the car. I barely pulled her back into the car."
I eat, I break my head, what can be so big completely (!) How about the new Honda CR-V 2010?
I come. It shows a falling part.
D: Well, can I get to the service or call the evacuator?
I: It is not necessarily. Len, this is a piece of resor from Kamaz. You just hit him with a wheel.

In fact, she pulled him to the car.