"What the hell is that thing?»
The car produces a sharp braking screech from under the wheels. Blow, and slightly changing the trajectory, but holding the road, the driver stops the car.
"What was that? And what happened to the side-view mirror… damn…»
Coming out of the car and after fifteen meters back, a man sees a girl of about twenty-five in the yellow raincoat. She sits on the side of the road and because of the rain is almost not heard her quiet timid crying.
"There's a hospital nearby," she said through tears.
Twenty minutes later they were in the local hospital. The doctor on duty examined the abrasions and bruises, said that there was nothing terrible, the bruises will come down in about a week and a half, wished to be more careful in the future, and went to finish his tea. And already sitting in the car, the driver first spoke to her: – "Well, how are you?»
"Yes, as you say… crappy, in General»
"Something hurts? Did the doctor catch up?»
"No, everything exactly, take place, there is another thing. What's shorter? Dobros me over until the turn and get out," – retorted the girl.
After passing the village of puddles and mud, after the slow rotation, releasing the girl, the driver said: "You have it, sorry."
The kid is barely out of the car, but suddenly sat back, slamming the door behind him.
"Come on, let's go somewhere from here, well –" she suddenly began to whisper. The car drove off on the main road about a kilometer and stopped at the nearest parcel.
"All right, next exit to the track."
But the girl remained silent and continued to sit in place. In such a silence passed even a few minutes.
"I would like to go," continued the driver.
"Go, I'm holding you?"suddenly something like this with a twinkle and spark in her voice she said. And continued through a prolonged pause – -" and you are the original. Almost killed a poor girl, and just like that, I'm sorry."
"Somehow we are not much moved on "you". What's your name, poor girl?»
"Sveta".
"Light – star min… mrrr… Svetlana means".
"I'm now a blow job would be wit, I'm not going," and with such a sly smile and stared at the driver that he was a little confused, even a little flushed.
" .mm.. for some reason I was sure that you did not know this simple saying. My friends call me Miha."