My college friend, my father, earned a Volga in the north. (At that time, the volga was like the BMW Seven now) He worked hard, three years without weekends carried some shit on Belaze from his career. Three years later, his entire brigade of Ukrainians (20 men) received the awarded charges for loading the wolf in Moscow.
Arrived in the South Port. The uncle took them to the pitch, showed a wide gesture on the cars and said:
- This is all that remains from the last shipment, it happens once a week,
If you want to, choose one of these, and if you want, wait three days and then you will
Choose in the first rows.
It was like a brigade between the cars, then the color is diuretic, then when loading the door is blurred, then there are no fronts, the cloth is covered.
No, they say, we have been down for three years and we have the right to rest for three days in the capital, drink beer at VDNH. And there we will pick out the most classy cars from the new truck and go home to Ukraine. The Beauty.
My friend’s father shouted:
I can't wait for my son's wedding tomorrow afternoon. He is so
I pulled her off for a month, so that I could take him elegantly to the Zags on my black.
and Volga. Let us men not invent, take here without the battery, and you
This with a scratched wing, we will do at home. Something is possible for everyone.
to choose. And when I go alone, I suddenly break down on the track, and so we
Cavaliers as they want. and?
“Not Ivanovic, the wedding is a good thing, but we’ll wait...Three years we’ve waited and not.
We will wash the heat and choose the chlamydia. Ivanovich took without a front, inserted
She went away for rage money, and the brigade burned for three days. Here you and
Mausoleums and beer and shops.
Tired but satisfied, they come to the port. They see there at the fence a gentle crowd, a militia and an announcement on the "matyugalnik":
Comrades, break up, the Soviet power has ended, all the claims to it, there are no more cars and there will be no more. You can throw the bills out, and you can turn them into a tube...
The brigade arrived in Ukraine as from a funeral. appeared to Ivanov.
“Listen, we’ve been like brothers for three years, shoulder to shoulder... We’re short here.
They decided that it would be fair to sell your volga and divide between them.
all the brigade, otherwise what our wives and children will say, three years of cat under
The tail?
Oh guys, if I were a week earlier... I’m happy at the wedding.
I gave the car to my son.
The men played with the bulls and silently separated.

In the evening Ivanovic came to his son and said:
- You are lucky shit... I decided to add something to the service...
So thanks to my father and the end of the Soviet power, my friend had the first car.