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- Well, how are you? Good copy huh? says the obese man with a pleased expression on his face. He nods at the car parked near him. Nearby stands a man in a dark blue sweater. He examines the gleaming cocoa-bean-coloured car carefully. His gaze darts across the windshield, the rear-view mirrors, the seventeen-inch alloy wheels, the massive grille, the satisfied face of the interlocutor. His greasy cheeks seem about to burst and scatter fat over a shiny hood.

- This is a new ZineLi-5 model, it is stuffed with electronics, how much did you pay for it? Asks a man with a sad look.

“I gave enough to get around the city comfortably,” the fat man says, “you know, this office job is killing me, my cholesterol is going through the roof, I can’t walk anymore, and this car seems to be made for me, you know? I sat down in it, and fell in love, that's all I need. the man says, stroking the smooth lacquered side of the car. - Of course, I had to get into debt and take a couple of loans, but it's wort