Russian automotive industry is not for you spacecraft diluted salary to refuel.

We drive from Tolyatti to Kazan. Summer, heat, a bunch of spare parts in the trunk (the car was collected). We have already gone 40 kilometers... painting with oil: on the road lies a porch in oil with a shatun. We stumbled, like a dog flying fast and didn’t notice how it fell out. Further more fun: 3 kilometers away lies a carter paddle, a huge oil pit. have stopped. I went out and looked, and the paddle was still hot. We went further, 5 km. On the sidelines was a new priora with a shrouded cap, and the boy puts his gaze under the cap (it seems that the construction of the car has not even seen in the books). We stop, we go out, maybe help is needed... I look under the hood, there is a mess. The roof is removed, half of the components are missing.
It would have all ended, but his question forced us to postpone the continuation of the journey for half an hour: guys, and I'll ride it to Kazan?
The Curtain

Goodbye(s)