We took Maman today from the village, the roads are narrow, two cars will be separated. While she was going to sit smoking, the entrance door was open. A man comes in, don’t tell me whose car it is. I say mine. It’s me – let’s change! I say, Let’s go, what kind of car do you have? The man in a light stupor, 20 seconds looked at me -Well, I mean you go ahead, and I will go to my place. Although I can change, I have Volga. My mother and I almost fell down) No, I say, thank you not! The man for the whole dialogue did not even smile, the walk with the problem of the YU))