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With an incredible effort of will, I forced myself to calm down and immediately heard the smooth, soothing sound of the engine. Misha and Margot looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders, understanding without words that something strange was going on with Kawasaki. The master commented phlegmatically:

– These freaks, you see, they dilute gasoline with donkey urine. Or some other rubbish. So your Vasya bucked.

Margo shrugged her shoulders doubtfully, accepting such an assumption as more likely.

I calmly let Misha screw MY wheel onto me, then dutifully endured a new batch of checks: visual inspection, electronics diagnostics. He looked into my every hole and crevice, and from this I felt disgusting, dirty, creepy, but endured in silence. What a torment, I will never forget this moment!

Margot went to the administrative nook. I saw through the window that she paid off and, smiling, talked about something with the man. Then she took her helmet from the chair, waved her hand and left the room.