In Starlet flew again. — Toyota Starlet, 1.3 liter, 1999

Fucking pedestrians, completely lost their fear. They will not understand, stupid, that the car cannot stop instantly. We drove now, did not touch anyone, there was 15 minutes drive to the house. We go down the hill, at the bottom of the transition (it happened outside the city). Stop on both sides. On the left, people unload the bus. And now a crowd of grandmas in the amount of 3 units is breaking across the road. Breaks down to the middle. Rises. Looks. And one starts to break further. Braking to the floor. In the mirror I see headlights rapidly approaching. Hit.
There was an option to give gas, but what if that clown had taken not half a step, but two? Long live GTA and riding on the hood.
After 40 minutes, the outfit arrived (quite quickly, we thought we would wait longer). They asked how much we estimate our damage, they said that the last time they repaired it for 10 thousand. Well, everything, they say, less than 25k damage, according to the law, you can draw up all the paperwork without us, and stomp with them to the insurance company. Let's show you how to fill it out, and off we go.
That's all.
There are no photo cards, because there's not much to see there. The damage is similar to the last time, but, thank God, less.