I step outside, and a few seconds later, an old Zhiguli crashes into my parked car. It seems like a routine accident—I need to calmly investigate, call the insurance office, check the insurance, and sort out the repairs.
The driver gets out as if nothing had happened and calmly explains, "The brakes are acting up." When I suggest filing an accident report, he responds even more simply: "I don't have insurance." Then he takes some money out of his pocket and offers... 2,000 rubles. Even though the repairs to the car could cost around 40,000.
But the climax begins: when I explain the real cost of the repairs, he suddenly says, "Take it, that's what it's worth," places the Zhiguli keys on the hood, takes his scooter out of the trunk, and drives off as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. When I ask him about the documents, he blurts out, "What documents?"