Life

At the dawn of the firm, the authorities decided to improve the premises.

The result of the nobility was the gypsum plasterboard partition separating the trading floor from the repair masters.

Beauty! The trading hall is clean, beautiful, glass-white-chromed, and the repairmen do not spoil the weathermakers, but quietly bunch behind the partition.

The client comes in, inquires about the cashiers, what-how, service, warranty, repair.

Head of the trading department, 40 ++, all in a tie with a jacket and beautiful gray hair on the temples with a confident voice:

- Of course! Of course everything is there! And THAT, and the guarantee, and repair! .. We are a solid organization!

Behind the partition there is a crash of something heavy and complex, and a wildly annoyed scream of the repairman:

- Even uvette! And I told you? Govoriyil! You're her at least a baggage! THIS CASH - WILL NOT WORK !!!

And, like a cherry on the cake, the neighing of the second repairman, similar to a horse from "WHAT-WHERE-WHEN"