Adventures of AnWaJaMa in Popovka
AnWaJaMa - An(nytix), Wa(lrus), Ja(betta), Ma(nnes).
Looking for one thing and finding another.
This is exactly what happened to my wife and I when I asked a good friend Jabetty to help us find an economy option with a vacation in Odessa. She could not help us with this, but she suggested a trip to the village of Popovka, near Evpatoria. She was just about to go there by car with her husband for a little vacation, and offered to spend time together. After a little thought and clarification of the nuances of the rest, Anyuta and I agreed and began to prepare for the trip.
We were immediately warned that we should take as much food as possible with us, since in the Crimea all Kyiv prices should be multiplied by one and a half to two times. A minimum of things, a maximum of food, a laptop, two cameras and a positive attitude - that's all we took with us!
We left on Saturday at 6 am. By this time we had reached Academgorodok, drove their car out of the garage and drove ours.
We decided to drive in their Toyota RAV4 because our car had a smaller trunk. In addition, Walrus (Jabetta's husband) attached a large airbox (aerodynamic trunk) on top, which gave us the opportunity to do nothing in packing things for the road.
Road to the sea.
We decided to go along the Kirovograd highway, although it is single-lane, it is not very busy. The last time Walrus and Jabetta rode this track four years ago, there were no problems. Unfortunately, since then the road has undergone major changes, and, as usual in our country, not for the better. One section (forty kilometers long) was simply amazing - the asphalt torn by large ruts, huge pits (up to thirty centimeters deep), swollen sections rising twenty centimeters above the road, all this seemed like a bad nightmare. It was impossible to believe that this is all called the ASPHALT ROAD.
The full impression is that giant worms have started up here, breaking through the whole earth and arranging this doomsday. With all this, we were "pleased" by the road signs of the "Pits". First, we came across five “Pit” signs with an additional sign “3 km”, the sixth “Pit” sign was with a sign “3.000 m” (this can be seen for a change), then the signs “4 km” ended from the “3 km” sign , the very last sign was without an additional plate at all (you can see the road builders didn’t have the “” sign). In general, the “Pits” sign can be placed at any border checkpoint of our country with an additional sign “Ukraine” ...
Further it was even easier - the road ...ended! That is, the asphalt disappeared altogether, and a gravel road went on, which after five hundred meters was transformed into a normal new route.
Lest anyone give the impression that the road services were idle, at the end of this nightmare was a huge poster that read "Road in need of major repairs, sorry for the inconvenience. " Well, thank you! And then suddenly, someone was driving along this road and did not notice that the coating was completely destroyed, so our valiant road builders carefully informed him, they say, we all know and deeply sympathize! ! !
Traffic cops came across to us with a frequency of once a hundred kilometers, caught on a hair dryer and overtaking. In general, without any special road adventures, in eleven hours we got to Popovka.
Settlement.
Walrus and Jabetta have been going to Popovka regularly for the last twenty years, so we couldn't ask for better guides. Over the past seven or eight years, Popovka has been actively built up, and has almost merged with the town of Mirny, located nearby.
In Soviet times, Mirny was a military town where sailors and officers who served on submarines lived. After the lifting of the ban on civilians visiting this place, it turned into an ordinary town focused on tourists and vacationers.
All the streets of Popovka are full of advertisements for the delivery of housing. Each fence is hung with signs with a notification that it is in this place that you can cheaply and conveniently accommodate. Accommodation prices in JUNE are in the price range from 70 to 250 UAH. per person per night. All locals (with rare exceptions) rent housing not for a room, but for the number of residents. We rested "by pull", for ridiculous money, since our friends have already stayed with these hosts more than once.
The owners of this mini hotel Galina (Belarusian) and Anatoly (Crimean Tatar) greeted us very cordially.
It was clear that they really treated our companions not just as guests, but as close friends. We were accommodated in newly built rooms, in which we were the first guests. A bit intimidated by Jabetta's stories about the Spartan living conditions, I was pleasantly surprised by the situation. Metal-plastic windows and doors, new beds with orthopedic mattresses, a normal separate toilet, sink, air conditioning - a fairy tale, not a number (of course, as for the Crimea). The territory is clean, gravel paths, there are enough benches for gatherings, but the main "party" place is the tables near the kitchen. During our arrival, a motley company gathered - residents of Kyiv, Dnepropetrovsk, Minsk, Poltava and Moscow, everyone got along peacefully and amicably. There were enough amenities on the street - several toilets, warm and cold showers.
Arrived, decomposed and began to rest.
A delicious dinner was ready for our arrival, we sat down at the table and began to chat and eat; -) We went to explore the sea, but did not swim.
Testing the sea
In the morning we all go to the beach together. Jabetta kindly offered us an umbrella from the sun, we settle down and sunbathe. My buoyancy is equal to that of a small iron anchor, and water below thirty is considered cold, so the chances of seeing my famous swimming style of "not sinking, then swimming" were minimal. Unlike me, Walrus and Jabetta are professional "waterfowl" (free divers), both theory and diving practice are at a very high level. My Anyuta was also a professional swimmer for a long time, so their common interests quickly coincided.
Walrus asks me:
- How long can you stay under water at a depth of ten meters?
- (I think, but confidently answer) Clearly more than you!
- (Walrus, surprised) Yes-ah?
I can stay under water for three minutes, and how long are you?
- (I, carelessly) If I dive to such a depth, then in a couple of days either divers will find me, or I will emerge myself!
Walrus looks at me blankly for a second, then starts to burst into laughter.
Jabetta touched the water (+24 degrees) and refused water procedures due to cold water. Meanwhile, Walrus and Anyuta sailed to the depths for crabs. The shallow water in Popovka is quite large and stretches for about two hundred meters, then there is a sharp cliff. Crabs are found at a depth of five meters, so you need to be at least a GOOD diver to get prey. Since my buoyancy is negative (I dive well, I dive badly), for me such a dive could be the first and last.
I watch our divers, ten minutes later I see Anyuta, wandering through the shallow water towards me. I go up to her, and I can’t understand what kind of tricks she is doing - either she will stop, or she will start sorting out something.
I hear her cry: “Bring a towel! ". Thinking that she was about to leave the water, I slowly take it and go to her. Seeing that I'm not in a hurry, Anyuta lets out a furious cry: “Go faster!! ! ! ". I accelerate, quickly run to her and understand why she is so nervous - she is holding two healthy crabs, and one of her fingers is decently cut in two places! ! ! Oh wow! ! ! I wrap the crabs in a towel, and we go to provide first aid to a crippled finger. It turns out that she caught one crab herself, the second one was thrown to her by Walrus, and since she does not have the skills to catch and SAFEly hold prey, the result is appropriate. On the way, the wife complains that she kept “her” crab normally, and the other crab, thanks to its long claws, successfully took revenge on her. In the room we seal the wounds, take a bucket and go to the beach. After a couple of minutes, Walrus comes out, deftly holding three more crabs.
We throw them into a bucket and go to a boarding house for lunch, on the way Jabetta promises to teach me how to cook and cut crabs.
I console Anyuta, cook dinner and sit down at the table. Jabetta's recipe for boiled crabs was quite simple: water, salt, a bunch of dill, twenty minutes of boiling crabs dipped in boiling water, and voila - the delicacy is ready! Then I am instructed on cutting: the claws, consisting of three parts, come off and break with a hammer, the meat is cleaned of the shell and carefully eaten away. It is more difficult with the crab carcass, we tear off the upper part (there is nothing edible there), throw out the tail, then the middle of the crab is cleaned with a napkin and what is left is broken in half. The meat, separated by plates, is eaten away and that's it ...
Anyuta and Walrus know how to catch crabs, but they can't stand their taste, so Jabetta and I were good at it. The daily catch was from 30 to 40 crabs, eating together with cooking, it took about three hours, so, in the midday heat, we had something to do
In the evening we had a joint dinner, with libations and jokes, jokes. After we went to our rooms, for a long time we heard the muffled laughter of Walrusa, who did not want to calm down, and the indignant voice of Jabetta, dreaming of a peaceful sleep; -)))
The next day, Walrus caught a whole net of crabs, sat under an umbrella for a smoke break, and gave me the honorable right to move the crabs into a bucket. This is not so easy to do, since the net into which he stuffed the crabs is intended for potatoes, and has large cells, for which they tightly clung to their claws. While I was unraveling this lump of claws and paws, about ten onlookers crowded around me, who began to bombard me with questions, mistakenly deciding that I was the master of catching these reptiles. Since Walrus was smoking wearily and showing no desire to bask in the glory, I heroically took on the burden of the burning description of crabbing. It looked something like this:
- Did you catch crabs here?
- (I look at the questioner with the most tired look) Of course, over there, at a depth!
- (interested) And what, great depth?
- (with a touch of slight negligence) Fifteen, twenty meters ...
- (everyone, admiringly) And you are diving without scuba gear?!? ! ?
- (lazily) - Of course, I'm an experienced freediver! (I squint at Walrusa, he cannot drag on a cigarette from laughter).
How do you catch them with your hands?
- (“with a trained” gesture I take the crab by the shell so that it cannot reach me with claws) This is how you need to take it, and everything will be fine!
- (everyone, respectfully) It’s immediately obvious that you have a lot of experience ...
- (in a confident and serious voice) Of course, after all, I have been swimming professionally for fifteen years!
- So many crabs, do you know the places, or do you navigate differently?
- (with slight indulgence) It's all the experience, experience and intuition of a swimmer! ! ! (Walrus chews on a cigarette filter, he no longer has the strength to laugh, but he cannot get away from this idea).
Finally, after listening to my “advice” on catching crabs, all the curious disperse, Walrus and Jabetta, laughing to their heart’s content, offer to go home and cook prey…
A little about the beach.
Being on ANY Crimean beach will certainly be accompanied by mournful and dreary chants of sellers of various simple food. Sometimes it seems to me that they all take special courses on the technique of mastering the opposite intonations of the voice in order to attract attention to their product.
You lie down, don’t touch anyone, and at intervals of two or three minutes voices are heard: “Pa-a-a-ahlava honey”, (there is exactly the same amount of honey as crab meat in “crab sticks”), “Sve- e-hedgehog mo-o-orskaya shrimp "(any undecomposed boiled shrimp is considered fresh), " Ko-o-o-baked fish "(this is generally for lovers of Russian roulette), " Boiled corn, sweet "(to whom corn is not sweet , that fool, and just overheated in the sun), I got the last observation from a conversation between the beach man who bought this corn and the seller. Particularly gifted sellers walk around with loudspeakers and every hundred meters make happy vacationers with their pearls. I understand that tourists are their main income from which they live the rest of the time, but you need to have a conscience!
Literally a stone's throw away from our sanatorium is the Republic of Kazantip. She works somewhere from the twentieth of July until the end of August.
During it, it is better not to meddle with children in Popovka, since the most diverse people come. Morning and most of the day on the beach is quiet, many sleep right on the shore, hiding with what God sent, or even not hiding at all. In the evening and at night, it’s better not to walk along the beach with a flashlight - here and there, couples do interesting things and react very nervously to light. Many swim naked, the police are trying to fight it, but without much zeal. Light drugs are sold around the territory of Kazantip, but the strictest control is on the territory itself! The security service employs serious guys, professionals of the highest rank. Only somewhere the crush begins, right there, as strong guys grow out of the ground and instantly take them aside. This is followed by a short debriefing, the perpetrator receives a warning or is expelled from the territory and is blacklisted.
Visas to Kazantip can be single-entry (you enter, walk, exit - the visa has expired), and multiple-entry (come in and out an unlimited number of times, which is very convenient, because all services and goods in Kazantip are very expensive).
The film company "Popovka Production" presents…
Every evening we arranged a “cinema hall” - Walrus took out the projector, and all the vacationers enjoyed watching the movie we chose (a couple of days later they already came to Walrus in the afternoon and asked which movie would be shown in the evening). There was a great desire to print tickets and sell them at the entrance, but women cut down my business idea; -0 We watched mainly comedies and cartoons, since many vacationers had no other choice if they had children; -)) Before each film screening, Jabetta made "kalaputska" - grapefruit juice, vodka and ice. The most difficult thing, it turned out, was to prepare ...ice!
No one thought to take an ice mold, the cups-plates were rejected due to fear of cracking, so I had to rack my brains. A solution was found - water was poured into a bag-shirt, for reliability they put it in another one, and placed it in the freezer. After a couple of experiments, it turned out that it is best to place the bag so that the water forms a “pancake” when it freezes, because if any other shape was obtained, then it was not possible to crack it. But all the same, pieces of a bag fell into the glasses with ice, this gave an additional subtle taste and a surprise effect; -) With conversations, this drink went just fine and gave a special entourage to evening libations.
Our service is both dangerous and difficult...
Not far from our place of settlement is a police station.
It works only during Kazantip, at this time the brave employees of the Ministry of Internal Affairs are busy extracting money and observing the rule of law in the territory entrusted to them. The police building is depicted with various scribbles, which in no way add to its solidity. This psychedelic view of the building is crowned by ...a children's swing, located two meters from the entrance, is this probably so that the detainees would not be bored? And I see the picture - they bring the detainee, chain him to the swing with handcuffs and he rides until they take him away ...
Evil refrigerator.
At lunchtime, I decided to get the meat out of the freezer, in the evening we planned to cook barbecue, but suddenly I ran into an unforeseen problem - the meat completely refused to leave the refrigerator! The refrigerator was ancient, still with a lever handle, the freezer in it was not up to the end of the back wall, so when the bag of meat fell and slightly bent over the metal, it became impossible to get it out.
For three days I tried to take the prey from the freezer, but invariably failed . Until our hostess allowed it to be thawed, we could not make a barbecue.
"Shameless" Anyuta.
At lunch, Anyuta asked me to go to the store for ice cream, and she herself went to take a shower. I bought her popsicles, put them in the freezer, met Anyuta on the way and told her that her ice cream was in the fridge. Beloved joyfully ran to ANOTHER (there are two of them in the kitchen) refrigerator, saw two packs of ice cream in glaze and confidently took ice cream and began to feast on it. Meanwhile, a woman came into the kitchen with two children and decided to get them a treat. Finding a shortage, she jumped out into the street and began to ask if anyone had taken ice cream? No one responded, Anyuta calmly ate the “stolen” sweets, and until the woman specifically asked her: “Are you sure that this is your ice cream? ”, did not begin to suspect that there was some kind of confusion.
Thank God, the woman turned out to be non-confrontational, and two packs of ice cream I bought (in compensation for what I ate) settled the situation completely. Anyuta was indignant with me for a long time, they say, she didn’t explain what kind of ice cream was ours ...
After lunch, Walrus put on his black diving suit and began to dive far from the coast in search of crabs. Everything was as always, until some kind of fuss began on the beach. Everyone jumped up and began to shout: “Dolphin, look at the dolphin! ! ". It was also interesting for us to see the dolphin, and we approached the shore and began to peer. Something black flickered in the distance, with each appearance of it the crowd exhaled, and exclamations were heard: “See? I dived again, but what a big one! ". Jabetta was the first to suspect something was wrong, took out her binoculars and began to study the "dolphin", which painfully resembled her husband in a wetsuit. Her timid attempts to explain to vacationers that this is her husband were indignantly rejected by tourists.
Even the offer to take binoculars and have a look did not improve the situation, everyone looked at the “dolphin” with admiration . From a distance, Walrus really resembled this mammal, it would emerge for a second, and then bend and disappear again, not suspecting that it had become the center of attention of all vacationers! Only when he began to swim back, and as he approached it became clear that the “dolphin” was fake, the crowd began to creep under their umbrellas in disappointment and embarrassment ...
Timur's hotel.
In the evening we go to visit Timur, Jabetta finds out the address on the phone, Timur says that he lives on a new street, Jabetta asks the name of the street, it is called “New”. The fantasy of someone who gave the names of the streets does not work very well, okay, let's go there. At the gate, the owner meets us, cordially calls us into the yard. The hotel is not quite ready yet, there is enough work, but a couple of rooms are already occupied.
The hotel is surrounded by a high fence made of shell rock (I remind you that the hotel specializes in nudists). Timur sits us down on the street, takes out a cake, a hookah, makes tea, in general, the reception is at the highest level! The teapot, in which he brought tea, immediately attracted my attention - dark silver with ornate painting perfectly combined with the hookah standing on the table.
It turns out that in winter there are such stormy winds that the fences easily fall down! Timur had a fifty-meter fence thrown out, just put it down and that's it! I had to disassemble it, buy a new shell rock and reinstall it, but with reinforcement. The tax police recently scattered “letters of happiness” into the mailboxes - they contained a DEMAND (I read it myself) to submit a bunch of documents for running a hotel or any other business related to the provision of services to vacationers within two weeks. In case of non-submission of documents, the tax service threatened with all kinds of punishments.
The whole joke is that such letters (not under a signature, but simply in a box) were received by ALL residents of Popovka, and the addressee was ...the house number. Of course, I saw a lot of drop dead letters from government agencies, but this one ...The tax authorities did not even bother to take the names of people from their databases, but simply scattered their “spam” at random! As Timur said, only very honest people or idiots officially register their business, often it's the same thing. Our “wonderful” taxation system is built in such a way that if you conduct your business honestly, then at the end of the season you will go to zero at best. Firefighters - give it a paw, sanitary and epidemiological stations - give it, tax officials - give it, don't give a bribe - they will find a thousand and one reasons for closing your business (this is already from personal experience). Officially, the payments are small, but you won’t get anything without the “assistance” of officials ...
A couple of hours flew by unnoticed, Jabetta knocks Timur out of a promise to cook pasties with meat and cheese (his wife will cook) and we take our leave. I want to eat chebureks, but it’s scary to buy them in an unverified place, and Timur’s quality is guaranteed.
By the end of the holiday, the weather began to deteriorate, clouds came running, and it became uncomfortable. Anyuta and I went to Mirny for a walk. The road was impressive - trucks were driving about twenty kilometers per hour, jeeps were crawling along the side of the road, and cars doomedly slid into pits and failures. There is nothing much to see in the town itself, we bought the press, ate cotton candy, ate peaches, that's all. Threatening clouds were crawling across the sky, and since I'm cold and can't stand getting wet, I began to hurry Anyuta home. We had almost reached the house when we met Jabetta, Walrusa and Natasha (their friend from Moscow), who seduced us (anyuta, to be exact) with the prospect of going out and buying hot SAMOSES.
These are deep-fried bags with stuffing (fruits or vegetables). Not far from the beach there is a house of one fan of Indian cuisine, who cooks them just awesome. There is nothing to do - let's go, it's good to go not far. We find a house and see ...a line of people who want to buy this delicacy. We wait thirty minutes and pick up hot samosas, a large one costs $2.7, a small one and a half. Yummy, it's a pity he doesn't do it with meat (principled vegetarian). Meanwhile, the rain intensifies, but we manage to reach the rooms.
Soon the weather cleared up, everyone crawled out into the street, had a bite to eat, and by a strong-willed decision three against one (me) decided to go to the sea to “sit”. As I felt, I did not want to go, but ...We came to the sea, Walrus and Anyuta went for a swim, and Jabetta and I sat down to scratch our tongues. I definitely did not like the leaden clouds, imposingly creeping ashore, but our attempts to lure our swimmers ashore were unsuccessful.
In the meantime, the clouds hung over us and STARTED!
Suddenly, a strong ICE downpour with small hail poured onto the ground. I grabbed Anyutino's pareo and tried to make a raincoat out of it, in vain - in thirty seconds the wet fabric stuck around me, obviously it didn't get any better. Nearby, Jabetta tried to dig into a pile of things, from a distance she looked like a revived pile of second-hand, things on her instantly got wet, and it was impossible to look at it without laughing . But I didn’t want to laugh, because I immediately froze and didn’t get a tooth on a tooth, we couldn’t leave because of our bathers, who were in no hurry to go to the shore. Jabetta looked with unbearable longing towards Popovka, where warm and dry rooms were waiting for us, but she could not desert and leave her husband! I wasn’t going to go without Anyuta either, so all we had to do was run along the shore and beg our “waterfowl” to come ashore!
Anyuta was the first to give up, went ashore and ...began to laugh from Jabetta and me in a miserable way. Thank you sorry! It remains to fish Walrusa out of the water, and you can run home! Although, why run, we were already soaked to the skin anyway ...Finally, Walrus deigned to get out of the water, took a towel out of habit, then realized that it was saturated with water and simply threw it over his shoulder. To the indignant question of Jabetta: “Well, why is it taking so long? ! ? ”, he looked at her in amazement and answered: “What, something happened? ". Okay, let's go home.
In the room, I realized that I had another problem - I wet my sweater and trousers, and there was nothing else from warm clothes (well, I didn’t foresee the temperature drop to +18)! Shorts and a T-shirt, of course, are good things, but it's wet and cold outside, and you have to go out and cook dinner.
I had to throw a blanket over myself, and in this form walk around the boarding house and scare people with my appearance; -) When Jabetta came to us, and I saw her outfit, it immediately became clear that I would not be the “catwalk star” today! Jabetta's outfit consisted of: trousers of an incomprehensible crimson-pink color borrowed from the hostess, sweaters from the Bolshevichka factory and a turban made of towels! ! ! If you want to warm up, you won’t dress up like that… Seeing my outfit, Walrus immediately dubbed me “Manita”, I answered: “Call me whatever you want, just sell me a sweater! ”, even spoke in verse ...Galina (the owner of the boarding house) took pity on me, and brought me a warm sweater. Thank you, most generous of the most generous! I don’t care that my sleeves are short (it turned out to be a woolen T-shirt), I don’t care about the prickliness of the wool, I’m warm, and this is the main thing!
At dinner, vodka was the most popular snack, because no one wanted to get sick. We had a karaoke evening, everyone sang songs, who remembered what.
I also joined the performance, and (as Walrus told me after) I amazed everyone with my performance - there is no hearing, I don’t get in time, but the desire and mood outweighed everything .
Jabetta and Anyuta chat cheerfully and fervently about baking, cooking and other kitchen secrets. I slyly wink at Walrus.
- Do you want a joke?
- (Walrus, interested) Come on!
- Look, now our women communicate “single-channel”, that is, they hear only each other and no one else. Now we, sitting next to them, can discuss any forbidden topics without fear that they will hear something.
- (Walrus, incredulous) Come on!
- (sly smile) Look! ! ! (I speak in a calm tone) Anyuta, if you can hear me, tell me, do you want me to buy you a new Dior perfume?
Anyuta listens to Jabette, who tells the recipe for lasagna. Despite the fact that I am sitting next to her, she does not hear me at all. Walrus looks at this with big, puzzled eyes, and decides to test this effect on Jabette.
- Jabetta, I have a stash in the table, and the same gift to you for the holiday!
There is no effect, Jabetta simply does not hear it. Walrus says in shock:
- How long have you noticed this?
- For a long time ...But you look, sometimes you can pierce!
Then the communication went back to normal, and we are slowly wrapping up. Departure in the morning, at eight, so we do not sit up for a long time and go to bed.
In the morning, Walrus hit the sea and returned with the "good" news that the sea temperature is ...+10 C! We are leaving successfully ...All my warm clothes are wet, I gave the sweater to the hostess, so I dress in light shorts and a T-shirt and, shivering from the cold, pack my things into the car. We grab a quick bite and leave.
Back to the Ice Age.
At 8 o'clock in the morning in Popovka the air temperature was +22 degrees, when we arrived in Kyiv - +14! And it's the end of June! We left the peninsula without incident, and then we were flooded with rain, then the sun shone brightly.
When it came time to refuel, we were surprised to find that finding a normal gas station (I consider Klo, Shell or Okko to be such) is a big problem. TNK was rejected immediately (there have already been sad incidents with refueling with gasoline of this brand), and then we came across some Odai, Katrin and Viktor, the latter was especially liked because it completely repeats the appearance of Shell refueling and strenuously mows under it. We drove a hundred kilometers in the hope that we would be lucky, but then, with a sigh, we had to call at the first Odai gas station that came across and pour ten liters. Still, the chances of stalling due to bad gasoline are fifty-fifty, and without gasoline we will definitely become. Immediately, we stop at a cafe nearby, it’s raining heavily, it’s cold, we quickly run under a canopy. Walrus and Jabetta order coffee for themselves, and Anyuta happily eats ...ice cream. When Walrus saw that Anyuta was eating ice cream with pleasure, he nearly spilled his coffee in amazement.
This picture is familiar to me, so I just wait until everyone finishes drinking coffee and eating ice cream.
For 250 km. we leave for Kyiv on the Odessa highway, almost immediately we see the Okko gas station. Ur-r-a-a, but then we see a large line of cars - we were not the only ones who dreamed of normal gasoline. I saw such queues only in Soviet films, alas, there is nothing to do, we stand in line. People running around wrapped in towels and bedspreads, yeah, surprise with the weather; -) Forty minutes later we refueled and hit the road.
For the last two hours we have been driving in a continuous veil of water, visibility is almost zero. Particularly gifted drivers “pleased” who did not bother to turn on the parking lights, such cars grew out of the rain like gray shadows, since Walrusa has excellent driving skills and reaction.
In Kyiv, we pick up our car from the garage, say goodbye warmly and go home to warm up .. .
