Parking Lights

Late spring, late May. Night was falling. The small county town. Quartet of young people flaniruet idleness on a dimly lit city street. At one house, a little rise there is a new car. – The American, looking at inomarku uttered with a view of a specialist one of them – 'Cadillac'. – Sam you 'Cadillac' – it mimics the other – Jap 'Lexus'. – What is it? Moron? I say to you 'Cadillac'! Vypyachi eyes! – Sam to miss! And then I 'Cadillac' from 'Lexus' to distinguish can not.

The first of the psyche, runs off the road and tends toward the car. Looking into the trunk. Spat. Shoves the car is not much arm forward. – 'Infinity', hell! Damn! Mother ! Foreign Car of gently push jerks backs away and starts back down the slope.

– Damn! Damn, for help, guys! The boy rests with all the forces in the trunk, holding a foreign car on the spot, but the force is small, foreign car rolling down. The remaining trio rushes to the rescue, but also the forces of four guys is not enough, the car rolled. – Come on! Rose, thank God. Suddenly, flashing parking lights, opened the driver's door, and distributed from there terrible mate. – Hey, you fools, why the hell did? I itch to go! Another classes themselves for the evening do not find?