The Okoye exit was blocked. The guys from the tire shop solved the problem without a tow truck.
I approach my car and see a brilliant scene: my exit is completely blocked by an Oka. On its dashboard is a piece of paper with a single sign: "tow truck." Well, I think, okay, this must be a "diagram," so I call the number provided and ask, "We've got it propped up, can you tow it?" The voice on the other end confidently answers, "I'll be there in 5 minutes."
The tow truck driver arrives, gets out of the car, and announces from the doorway, "10,000 rubles." I stand there, confused: "So, is this your Oka?" He calmly replies, "No." And that's where things get really interesting: someone simply abandoned the car, and someone else has already arrived to make money off it.
There was a tire shop nearby. I approach the guys and say, "Help me move it, they're trying to rip me off." They don't even argue: "No problem." Four men get out, approach the Oka, and, without a long conversation, simply flip it onto its roof.
At that moment, the tow truck driver approaches, looks at the painting, and asks, "Why did you do that?"