Registration - logbook Toyota Corolla Levin, 1988

In fact, I do not like being in the traffic police, and even more so in the "MOTOR" division. Today, I went to deregister a taz-type jalopy, and at the same time put Kyuichi on it.
I arrived there at 9 in the morning, with receipts and all that, stood in a huge line for reconciliation, and, an hour later, already passed it, went to hand over the docks for filling, filled it out, stood in line for 2-3 hours, handed over the docks, after 20 -30 minutes received transits, went with the buyer, made an insurance contract, paid off, and parted.

And then the fun began ...
The saleswoman arrived, deregistered. I had a condition that if it did not pass the reconciliation, then we would part without making a deal. Someone told him that I should go through the reconciliation already with the DCT ready, but it turned out everything was wrong, they started filling out the DCT for us, and we got up for verification, the cop looked at the car very strangely, walked around, and still looked at the numbers, and left. We were left to wait, not understanding whether we passed or not ...
standing at the booth, we saw a cop calling a colleague, they were staring either at the pts or at the car, and the couple were discussing, I was scared, could it be that I would break off for a dream, but now they call us and give an act in which it says "Fixed" fortunately not there was a limit, we went to draw up everything, while I went to the police station, to hand over a reconciliation for filling, to which I was refused, since I was not included in the TCP, I asked to wait a couple of minutes until I fit in, the stupid bitch from the window said that as soon as it was 5 she would pile hours, I came at 5 minutes, and she closed the window in front of me, and did not react to my knock. I mentally covered her with foul language, and went to fill it further and further, filled it in, met Bitch on the way back, wished to burn happily in hell ...
Everyone said that they would ask to change the TCP, the time was approaching 6, and the traffic police were taking the docks until 6, I went into the booth, explained to the senior that it was so and so, I got stuck no less than him, I came at the same time, I left the same time as he did, explained that I would change the engine and change the title, and that there is no more energy to run around the banks, etc., he listened to me, understood, and accepted the documents.
I got the numbers and happily went to the service, to hand over the car for repairs, but that's another story ...