Statement on the sale of the car:
My Grandpa’s car. Grandpa on the go, car on the go. My grandfather, my grandfather too. The condition of the salon is perfect, original and authentic. Auto radio, like the grandfather with the car, came from the USSR. It catches everything, absolutely everything, even the interference from the ignition coil. The engine works clearly, precisely and rigorously. I don’t eat oil at all, I don’t like it. The suspension is soft, like the pearl on which the Princess of the fairy tale of herself slept on a peanut. The Soviet stands. Strangely, the USSR collapsed, and the suspension, like the deed and body of Lenin's grandfather, is still alive. No smoking in the cabin, no sleeping in the luggage. You will easily see the wreaths on the body, but you can see it well, and its owner does not see much, and thank God, he has not yet seen the Kamaz booster in the cabin. The reason for the sale is that we don’t want my grandfather’s first car to be his last.