How I looked for documents - logbook Toyota Corolla 1980

I decided to share with you, dear residents of Drive, a sad story about buying my Corolla and searching for lost documents from her.
Actually, before the very fact of buying, the car was found lonely standing near the auto repair shop in the pouring autumn rains, with a broken glass in the passenger door and a dented front fender. The grubby workers of a car service with the strange name "Bolt Hammer" (I thought bolts only tighten?) Inquiries were made and a car seller was found. The seller turned out to be an unbalanced type, about forty years old, suffering from all kinds of psychoses, persecution mania and a twilight state of mind. In a word, a completely inadequate person.
As I mentioned earlier, it was not I who bought the car, but my neighbor on the porch, full of enthusiasm and thirst for restoration activities. At that time, the neighbor was a student, and the price of $ 200 for a wonderful example of the Japanese automobile industry was quite affordable for him. And, of course, the "GT" nameplate on the trunk lid became a weighty argument when making a purchase decision. So, the money has been paid, the car has moved to the garage, but where are the documents? The seller promised to transfer them in the near future, but due to the fact that his phone did not stop from calls from ministers, deputy ministers and just members of the representative assembly and the supreme council, the transfer of documents was delayed. The letters "BR" in the old black and white Toyota license plate, deciphered as "Brest" before purchase, turned out to be in fact Bryansk. Dearest soul, the man who sold the Toyota,
By that time, the neighbor’s enthusiasm, mortally wounded by the lack of any spare parts for Toyota and space price tags for those that could be brought “on order”, was fading and falling with a swift jack © As a result, the neighbor left for the capital of our potato republic, and the dismantled half Toyota orphaned in a damp garage. In this state, she fell into my hands. To be honest, after the purchase, I did not start the repair very soon. That was laziness, then there was no time, then, in general, the end of the world was promised the other day. But, in the end, things went well, and there were still no documents. In Bryansk I go far and I decided to ask the Bryansk DRIVE'ovtsev for help. Imagine, there was a kind person Ruslan aka GSirus, who was not too lazy and went to the address (for which a huge THANK YOU to him!), Left by the seller. It turned out that that house was demolished, and in its place they built either a monument to Lenin, or a funeral home "On the last journey." I do not remember exactly.
The investigation has reached a dead end. The address disappeared, only the name of the owner remained, which, in view of the absolute inadequacy of the seller, could not coincide with reality by 100%. Calling all kinds of information services, searching for traffic police databases stolen by hackers and other investigative measures did not bring success. In frustrated feelings, having drunk a bottle of vodka without a snack, I was about to sit down to write a letter to the program "Wait for me", but in the words "Hello! I am writing to you because of the need to find the missing stepfather of my grandfather's wife's sister ..." the case stalled and nothing came to mind did not come at all. Putting the letter aside, I got on the Internet to look at naked aunts, but for some reason I got to the site "classmates.ru" and instead of "naked women photos" my hands entered their full names in the search box. car owner. What was my surprise when, instead of naked aunts, I saw a perfectly dressed man, who by all indications coincided with the desired owner of Toyota! Inspired by such incredible luck, I wrote him about 50 messages with pleas for help. But the stern Bryansk uncle, telling me that he left the car here 11 years ago, and the documents from it were later stolen, offered to hand it over for scrap, thus compensating for part of the funds I spent on its restoration. All my subsequent appeals for help to them were ignored. I think I was blacklisted as maniac spammers distracting from the game "Ogorod-2" or whatever? Well, I saw my wife. She insistently planted carrots and spud potatoes there, while potatoes for a family dinner, fuming with acrid smoke in the kitchen, turn into coals. by all indications coinciding with the desired owner of Toyota! Inspired by such incredible luck, I wrote him about 50 messages with pleas for help. But the stern Bryansk uncle, telling me that he left the car here 11 years ago, and the documents from it were later stolen, offered to hand it over for scrap, thus compensating for part of the funds I spent on its restoration. All my subsequent appeals for help to them were ignored. I think I was blacklisted as maniac spammers distracting from the game "Ogorod-2" or whatever? Well, I saw my wife. She insistently planted carrots and spud potatoes there, while potatoes for a family dinner, fuming with acrid smoke in the kitchen, turn into coals. by all indications coinciding with the desired owner of Toyota! Inspired by such incredible luck, I wrote him about 50 messages with pleas for help. But the stern Bryansk uncle, telling me that he left the car here 11 years ago, and the documents from it were later stolen, offered to hand it over for scrap, thus compensating for part of the funds I spent on its restoration. All my subsequent appeals for help to them were ignored. I think I was blacklisted as maniac spammers distracting from the game "Ogorod-2" or whatever? Well, I saw my wife. She insistently planted carrots and spud potatoes there, while potatoes for a family dinner, fuming with acrid smoke in the kitchen, turn into coals. wrote him about 50 messages pleading for help. But the stern Bryansk uncle, telling me that he left the car here 11 years ago, and the documents from it were later stolen, offered to hand it over for scrap, thus compensating for part of the funds I spent on its restoration. All my subsequent appeals for help to them were ignored. I think I was blacklisted as maniac spammers distracting from the game "Ogorod-2" or whatever? Well, I saw my wife. She insistently planted carrots and spud potatoes there, while potatoes for a family dinner, fuming with acrid smoke in the kitchen, turn into coals. wrote him about 50 messages pleading for help. But the stern Bryansk uncle, telling me that he left the car here 11 years ago, and the documents from it were later stolen, offered to hand it over for scrap, thus compensating for part of the funds I spent on its restoration. All my subsequent appeals for help to them were ignored. I think I was blacklisted as maniac spammers distracting from the game "Ogorod-2" or whatever? Well, I saw my wife. She insistently planted carrots and spud potatoes there, while potatoes for a family dinner, fuming with acrid smoke in the kitchen, turn into coals. thus compensating for part of the funds I spent on its restoration. All my subsequent appeals for help to them were ignored. I think I was blacklisted as maniac spammers distracting from the game "Ogorod-2" or whatever? Well, I saw my wife. She insistently planted carrots and spud potatoes there, while potatoes for a family dinner, fuming with acrid smoke in the kitchen, turn into coals. thus compensating for part of the funds I spent on its restoration. All my subsequent appeals for help to them were ignored. I think I was blacklisted as maniac spammers distracting from the game "Ogorod-2" or whatever? Well, I saw my wife. She insistently planted carrots and spud potatoes there, while potatoes for a family dinner, fuming with acrid smoke in the kitchen, turn into coals.
As you understand, the investigation once again reached a dead end. More precisely, it rested on the callousness and lack of initiative of the documentary owner of my long-suffering Toyota. I have not yet found a solution to this problem. There is, of course, an idea to gather sympathetic residents of Bryansk and arrange a rally in my support, but the guarantees of a positive result seem to me very illusory. Maybe someone will advise something? I will consider any options! Offered an effective solution to the problem - a gift!
Perhaps to be continued…