Beginning of the nineties. Industrial base of one oil production office.
Our blinds were unexpectedly asked to overtake some reducer. What it was I no longer remember. I was not concerned with this as a trainer. For me, it’s just a large suitcase upstairs filled with hats. But even for our teammates this was not at all a job by profile. As the most experienced, the brigadier himself took over the matter. In the process of disassembly, he instructed Tolik to make a scheme of what, where and how. The scheme turned out to be quite complicated, on two sheets and as it turned out during the assembly - very incomprehensible. In short, the brigadier buried a bunch of nerves by collecting, re-assembling and re-assembling the reducer. But by the middle of the second day it was done. The brigadier put the cover, and observing the rule of "stretch the cross cross" wrapped the corner key on 17 and a half hundred screws along its perimeter. Then relieved and took a wire from the machine, wiped out his hands. And then our immediate boss naturally got worse - another unmounted hatchback was found under the wing.
On his, full of drama scream “Yes on@#&!!!” The entire brigade fled. Two blinds rushed with two keys at 17 just to turn off, with such accuracy, the stretched boulders. It was a pity to watch the brigade. The people crowded around, rejoicing in the hope that now the cover will be removed and it will immediately become clear where the unfortunate detail is missing. Hope was not fulfilled. The slidespeople looked concerned inside, rotated the circuits in their hands, illuminated the lower layers with fireworks - all in vain. It is becoming more and more obvious - we need to understand something new. At this moment, our diesel driver - Grigorich entered the slurry. He was here forty minutes ago and gave some advice at the final stage of the assembly. Everyone immediately quietly broke up giving him the way - still a man with enormous experience. Per he is now with a blind eye... Grigorich approached the workstation and, immersed in some of his heavy thoughts, indifferently looked into the reducer. Then he scattered his eyes on the machine machine and relievedly knocked out "blaying, and here she is" took the hatchback and immediately went out.
The first restrained laughter spread only after the door clogged behind him.