I think it was 1996 Mitsubishi Lancer 1600 . It was Mitsubishi and had the same colour like pic related, I remember all the light red paint crumbling off the surface and me shoving snow in its gas exhaust as a 4-year-old. My father was a surgical resident working for 150 euros a month in post-Soviet Lithuania + 2008 crisis, and my mother, an art student, was looking after us 2 young children when her dreams were collapsing. She wanted to work in a fashion house, but became an art teacher after all fashion houses and the soviet industry closed after independence due to foreign competition. I remember my father beating me with a belt after accidentally spilling a bottle of milk and us eating just potatoes and chicken cutlets every day, and if we were feeling fancy, bread with honey or honey mixed with milk. Now he earns min 8k a month as a surgeon. My mother still works as an art teacher but has her own private art studio business. They never took a loan, never were in debt and still work 6 days a week. They just bought me a 130k apartment in the capital while I go to uni for free. Life is good, except I think they will die quickly due to overworking themselves.