This is not the first time the Lord has sent me food for thought straight to the sidewalk. This time, a Zhiguli, not of its first youth, stopped at my raised hand. The person behind the wheel, too, was obviously second-hand, but to what extent second-hand — I did not immediately recognize. “Good car,” he nodded after a minute, skirting the lacquer shell of the new BMW. - Here on such a cut ... I easily agreed that "dissecting" on such - yes, it's better.