Call at two o'clock in the afternoon, on the other end of the line is the father: “What should I do, my washer doesn’t work, I can’t see a damn thing, what should I do? Can I remove the headlight? I already tried, I broke something (he broke the penny pins while he was removing the cover over the radiators) I couldn’t get any further.” It’s -5 outside the window, it’s snowing, he’s 200 km from Moscow on the highway. I understand that I can’t help in any way. It was decided to go like this, with inevitable stops. Anti-freeze in a container from under Mr. Muscle and at traffic lights hand out the window
