A lot of girls were driving. All the girlfriends say, "the man behind the wheel-the monkey with a grenade" is a stereotype, and recently I became a witness to such a story.
The pedestrian transition. The light. It burns red. There is a jeep, behind it a jeep. Here the careless child runs out on the road, the toyota brakes sharply, the jeep also tries, but has little time and touches a little with the toyota.
A round man rolls out of his eyebrow, scratches his neck, looks almost scratched, and the darkness on his face turns into a good-hearted smile. At this time the Jeep is trembling, a shocked girl blinks, looks, shakes, tries to pick up the phone number with trembling fingers and, crying, with a shocked voice says-"Dear...I...FALL IN A CAR ACCIDENT...