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My friend had a Japanese gasoline. Only the electric. With features, the cable in her was killed in a "barbecue", and she was worn in a special suitcase. In the same suitcase was a ZIP in the form of chains, keys, lubricants and other items. With a cleaned cable, it looks like an ordinary small gasoline. Type of style.

He returns somehow from the country, and, waving his suitcase, goes home through the courtyard. And there are four such "sons" with a standard conversation:

Oh man, let me smoke.
Sorry, I am not smoking.

Then they make him an offer:

Let us give you the money and you give us the money.
- Yes, I, type, from work, slave, you see, where did the money come from, did I find them there?
Open your suitcase, what’s there?

Once you ask, please. He opens the suitcase, catches out this saw, removes the protection (there is a special lever), puts his hand on the hose, clicks on it (also the protection, two positions, push-shift), and asks:

to launch?

Those with open eyes (and who knows them, the Japanese, maybe she has an electrostarter, and I generally doubt that they have seen the engine at least once):

“A man, what do you really want to ask us about smoking?

And a barrel, a barrel, dissolved somewhere. He picked up his suitcase and went home.
A useful tool for the farm.