how we got the numbers for the baby — logbook Toyota Yaris 2007

well, as you know, I can't live without adventures;)

we went with Sasha (sanyaffka) — THANKS to her! — Put my typewriter on the account in the regional traffic police. I took time off from work until lunch, but of course, I overslept, then I got stuck in a traffic jam on Kalina (no one explained to the blonde Linka where you can go to Kalina in the morning, and where it’s absolutely impossible, and I went where it’s impossible, of course). In general, we arrived closer to 10 am for reconciliation. and stuck there until lunch. of course, they didn’t get bored, it’s not boring with Sasha at all, the drivers of neighboring cars were also amused.
in the end - hurrah, hurrah! passed the reconciliation (although they flatly refused to notice us so small (but cute!) And at first they checked a bunch of cars behind us, and then us). Went to get papers. but hehe! — We did not guess to enter me in the TCP! :) last there was recorded the previous owner of the beauty. but we thought about it only when we had already handed over the documents. we stand in line, everyone is called by their last names, they get the docks, they leave. and we stand and wait: and whose name will they call us? as a result, I hear dissatisfied: "Whose Yaris?!" "my," — I say — "Yaris". "And who are you?" "Fetisova". "who?" "Well, they bought a car from him." "wonderful. what do you have to do with it?"...
:)))) gee. but in the end we received the documents, quickly paid a fee at the neighboring Sberbank, handed over the documents for obtaining numbers (a nice traffic cop at the reception of documents smiled at the sight of me, asked how I like Yaris, is he tall, is it convenient for me to ride it ;)))
we sit and wait.
and already quite, quite lunch (2 hours), Sasha's husband Kostya brought us something to eat - he saved us from starvation. (At the same time, I still did not lose hope by 3m to come to work).
wait, wait. suddenly announce: "Fetisova!". I run to the office. there is the same nice traffic cop with my PTS in his hands: “here you have one signature on deregistration of the vehicle, and one signet. but you need two seals and a signature. we don’t know anything. go to Novouralsk (where you bought the car) and print it!"
my eyes are 5 kopecks each, I don’t understand anything at all, 1st thought: they sold us a left typewriter, not deregistered, aaaa%) but no, there is a signature on deregistration, and a signet! but one! just a traffic cop in Novouralsk forgot to put the second! but the regional traffic police are not interested in this, they need two seals
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it's already half past three, and it's an hour to drive to Novouralsk! and we still have to drop by to Kostya's work, because he left the car keys for Sasha, and we'll be back already who knows when. and there's no talk of any work!

we were at the Novouralsk checkpoint at 20 4, the uncle drove up to us without 15 at all, took the TCP and went to the traffic police (Novouralsk is a closed city, we would not be allowed there). and we were left to sit and wait and bite our fists — the car had to be registered with nosebleeds that day, figs who let me go from work for another day!
4. 4:05. nerves go wild. call uncle: "Well, how?!" "everything is in order, everything is being done, don't worry." I don’t know by what miracle he managed to detain the traffic cops at work, but at 4:25 we already had a TCP with a signet on our hands! Novouralsk no longer drive;), but we refused — because our traffic police worked until 6, and traffic jams already started in Ekt, we had to keep up! nosebleed!
I flew 140 on the highway, for me it was an absolute record;) the car, by the way, behaves perfectly at 140, no difference with a hundred, for example :)
at 5:30 we flew into the parking lot near the regional traffic police. I ran inside with the documents (you play ENcounter, run!), Sasha closed the typewriter and hurried after me. the queue for the delivery of documents did not decrease from lunch, but I decided that the sea was knee-deep to me, ran up to the first young man in line and, in a voice breaking after running, explained to him that I really needed to go there, I had already been there, went to Novouralsk and back, let me go please. the guy realized that everything was bad, and let him in without question! :))) thanks to him :)
I handed over the documents, we are sitting waiting, and then Sasha asks: "Where is our technical inspection ticket?" and we understand that the technical inspection is in our typewriter, stuck on the glass! and the car is at the very beginning of the parking lot, so run and run! and I'm about to be called!
and Sasha ran for technical inspection - on stilettos! (I can’t even imagine how you can run in stilettos, but what can you do - Encounter apparently knows how to stilettos;) no problem;)
only out of breath Sasha runs in with a technical inspection, as they announce: “Fetisova!”. I run to the office. "inspection!" - a nice traffic cop tells me right off the bat. "inspection!" - I yell joyfully to him and give the coveted ticket :))) cheers!
The traffic police had already closed for reception, and we all sat and waited. and almost at 7 we left with numbers!:

right there in the parking lot they screwed them to the typewriter and went to celebrate such an event in McDuck :))))))
so the life of my typewriter with new numbers began :)