I mean, look at the body language here: one hand draped over the steering wheel, leaning completely out that window, elbow and pushed-up jacket sleeve on that door, everything in the service of putting the moves on the blonde on the stallion. Plus, he seems to have driven all the way out into a field, not a road in sight, to corner Svetlana there and tell her that if she needs a ride, she can just toss that big dumb animal in the hatch and hop in the car. Let a player play, I suppose. If the man who defined the rules can’t even make the determination, I think we need to revisit the rules again. Who elso would take a Renault 10 front, make it a bit uglier, and then stick it on a bad knock off Opel?
