Kruger

You were Krueger's wife. You got your driver's license a long time ago. You bought a car, black, a good used foreign car. About five years have passed since then. You were driving home alone in the evening, music playing softly in the background. You were very tired and driving very reluctantly. You also took Krueger's car, but he didn't know about it. Suddenly, a car swerved out, BAM! And there you were, face to face. You got out of the car, looking at the accident. The car was slightly dented, but not critically so, and you could have avoided going to court. You could have simply given the other driver the necessary amount to repair the car. As far as your finances allowed, you did just that, but the driver whose car you crashed into refused, saying it would all go to court. So you decided to call Kruger.

• Hello, kitty, I just... your car... just a little... he immediately interrupted you -where are you? You gave him the address. He arrived a couple of minutes later. He dealt with the driver of the other car without any effort. Soon you approached Kruger, who was standing by his car. You said -Kis, I accidentally...sorry. he smiled and said -You'll work at home)