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In the light of automobile headlights Leonid’s silhouette is clearly visible. Having held up a hand to a forehead, he covered eyes with hands. Just a moment light went out, and I left the car.

– Hi, – Leonid exclaimed, carefully wiping hands with a dirty towel, wiping traces of lubricating oil.

– Hi, – I responded.

Very long ago I didn’t see the old friend.

– You work day and night?!

– Tightens.

– I understand, I was once picked four wheels myself.

– Yes I remember, – Leonid easily smiled, over a corner of his mouth folds gathered. Right there I remembered how he was earlier, at first the little, then young man. And now he is twenty nine years old. Only. Lenka practically suits me for sons, but I consider him as for the younger brother which striving to correct everywhere me and to teach something.

I worked once in a workshop, forty five years ago. I stayed in this field of activity not long, in difference from Leonid, only five years. I liked to repair the old, worn-out cars, to adjust and replace faulty details under a cowl. I worked together with Artur while his son, the little, five-year-old boy Lenya, got under feet. When he grew up till fourteen years, received the status of the full assistant Artur. At that time I didn’t work in a workshop any more, but from time to time came as the guest there to visit the kind friend Artur, and his son Lenka. The boy grew up on my eyes. The Leonid’s father, Artur, died from cancer. He foreknew about his illness, but kept adequately till the end, laughed, joked, behaved as usual, vigorously. Artur in general was strong. Leonid something is similar to him, and externally and on character. I suggested Artur to turn him into the vampire, but he refused. Let, the vampire was his friend (that was me), let, he could survive, but more he wanted to remain a human, first of all for the son, and he told about it to me.