It's unpleasant to get under the wheels of a jeep when I just ran out of the house for milk! You can say it's a shame... And the foreign world did not meet with open arms. But - where ours did not disappear! ---- Jeep is very close! She fell on her stomach, pressing against the pavement like a soldier in front of a German tank, still hoping that I would not be hooked by the bottom. Here the chest pierced the pain. Babkin's gift, a gray piece of granite interspersed with quartz, glowed like metal in a blast furnace. The mascot burned through the skin as if he was going to go through the bones and get to the heart before the monster on wheels crushed. Probably, I still screamed...