The instructive story sent to me by ask, so then from the first person:

Let’s say, history as a newbie doesn’t need to pull out cars. Maybe someone will learn from other people’s mistakes, both on one side and on the other. I quote them literally, I remember them well.

I drove on the forest trail, in the area of the Zaslavskaya carriers, closer to the Green, from the farm to the store chose, and decided to return to the forest rather than the highway, the snow was strong, it was pleasant in such weather to ride in the forest. I go, calmly, here a man of forty years on the road is jumping out right in front of me, and his hands are mashed.
In a very light jacket and without a hat, until the teeth knock. He says, help me, I can’t get out of the car here, it’s 4 a.m. Where I ask, he points his hand straight to the tree and says – There, 200 meters. I think, my colleague, we have to do it. We begin to manoeuvre between the trees, break through to the crash site, go out on a very picturesque slope, and the edge of the A6 rolls out of under the snow in the pre-last mouth, the snow almost on the cap, and next to the woman runs the same in light clothes and without a hat, all blue already. My jaw fell and I asked, How did you get here? Yes, I often went to this cottage in the summer to rest, so I went in the winter. There is a wreck, I wanted to turn around and get around it, the view from the car from there is very good, one wheel stumbled, started to go out and pushed me there.
It is no longer possible to go out, gasoline is not enough, I heat for 20 minutes and then shower until we freeze at all. I go out to see, and indeed, so snow 20 centimeters, and to the audition you approach immediately almost by the belt. And it turned it there very unsuccessfully, the ass in the trees, only in front can be dragged.

Okay, use the uncle to dive into the snow, cling to the wire. I stood in front of him, I went there, I made a track for myself, the wire was stuck, smoothly stretched and pulled. And the Nippon!! Here I was very surprised, because as usual everything is asked, I just pulled out of the half-pink, even the gas was not very hard. We should have been careful then. I stand on the spot, only the snow fountains in turn out of under the wheels. Okay, I say, get you in your own, also gaze, and let your girlfriend push you on the hood.
You can’t say that my laurel has an aluminum cap, and this fool will remember it. The virgin is swollen, it’s a dude!! Remove the apartment or your car; and, in nature, a romantic x;%:ev. How to go anywhere by %;Friendship, so you are all so romantic. Say the truth - that you have no money for a restaurant and an apartment for a day, and I was dragged into this eB;%;anny forest, I have already pNo;%du frozen. Well, in general, in this key, the monologue gave five minutes. And about car loan and endless generosity, and life priorities.

Aunt pushed to warm up, because she described very detailed where and what she froze there. How much did not pull even a centimeter moved, but the wheels to the ground digged. The man runs around, and says, well, you're okay, you'll get out, well, what you have for a jeep such that you can't pull the trunk. I tell him that I am a gazan, but it may be better to throw you into Zaslavl or the car there as in concrete does not shake at all. You warm up, bring friends with shovels, even if you dig the bottom, you will see what is there, or it can not be so that I don't take off the lighthouse. He tells me, what would you understand, there under the snow the earth is still loose, here the wheel is gone and probably, pull stronger, it will go out. A normal jeep would have pulled out for a long time, it's your tire is probably bad, it doesn't pull. I will not throw my sting in the woods. Let's pull go, and I'm getting stronger, or it's cold and there's not enough gasoline and I still have to go back and take this idiot to Minsk. And somehow I talked so loudly that I already wanted to help, but I think it's okay, once again I will try to shake hard, not to drop the person, and what is rough, we write to a strong emotional excitement.
Switched to the bottom, pulled the wire and tap in the floor. Seconds three there was nothing, only the earth was not in turn, and from under all the wheels immediately flew. Then abruptly for half a meter somewhere I rushed, a click, and I was just shot in the trees, well iron mouth, a couple of trees broke down and the brakes to knock in time, in front of the large trees.

And the sound from behind is like this: UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU. I didn’t understand right away, and then I shouted, it’s a man. I go out and just cheer...

First, the iron wire broke, more precisely, the strap before the carabine broke, and on the ring in the frame only the carabine hangs, and the wire in the forehead of the audouche, and the forehead all such white became.

Secondly, the auduchus previously stood exactly, and now stood at a angle of 20 degrees with the ass up, although he pulled the mouth, which, on the contrary, went down, and the back of the car as on the support on some corkage stands, which came out of the snow and backed under the rear axle.

Third, the grid and the bumper rose up and forward, and the grid of the captcha slightly bended, what exactly happened there, under the snow is not visible, but most likely when the angle changed the wire pressed the bumper amplifier from the bottom and bended it up, or fuck what thread was lying on the ground and the bumper lay on it.

Fourth, the toughest, the front pillows were fired.

I look at all this, just in shock, and a man with a broken mouth (seemingly a pillow attached) runs along the belt in the snow around the car and the hives.
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
You will pay me for everything.
to go. He runs so against the clock, helps his hands to grasp in the snow, giving birth in blood, voicing and mating at the same time, complete surrealism in general.

His girlfriend climbs up and says – All, he’s finally fucking; Noulsya, with his beloved car together, went away from here. I make the last attempt to call the man. You owe me the car.
He pulled off the broken carabine, so that he would not blame him for the theft before the crowd, and dropped from there with the girl, threw her to the station. And she started roasting on the road, somehow hysterical, bulky and anyway. And roasted all the way, I even started to fear, but nothing, at the station came out even thank you said, and the hickey went.

And my conscience after six hours finally tortured me that a man was left in the woods. I returned, barely finding a place in the dark. The car stood, it was so snowy specifically, and the man was no longer there. I considered normally what happened there, judging by the back axis of the cork when I dragged and slipped side by side, and I raised it on it. I said, I need to call friends with blades, if he didn't water my car so much that he can't do anything, look and insist on a more detailed study of the reasons for such a dense hanging.

Well I stood up, smoked, painted a smile on the glass and went.

Morality – If something that should move does not move, don’t move it.
Moral two - if the brain is not included, in a flat place you can arrange a lot of hemorrhoids in three seconds.
Moral three – if someone says you have a bad car, don’t have to prove the opposite, you can just send it to you.