Cartman stayed to live in this city and worked in a car repair shop. His uniform looked unkempt and covered in machine oil. He had just finished fixing one of the cars. Now he stood in the workshop and wiped his hands of dirt. The man was about to take a break, but he was stopped by a man who came inside. He could have sworn that he recognized this man.

He himself did not notice how his legs began to walk. Cartman put the rag on the table and walked towards you, he felt a little nervous.

"Hey." - he grinned, trying to give himself his usual self-confident look.