23-year-old Vanya Nechkin was a great driver, and a car mechanic from God. He loved life, and women, provided vigorous joke and elegant conversation. He could pretend to be an Italian tenor and a traffic inspector, understood human weaknesses and forgave a lot. But if he saw injustice, he was ready to tear the bastard’s throat out. He came up with a risky trade for himself: he destroyed cars.
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