In our office sit three women of different, but quite fertile, age and a young boy practitioner. It is hot, there is no air conditioning, the windows are on the grid from the inside, so you can open the clutch for 10-15 centimeters. At the height of the working day, some smoked puppy jumps into this gap and begins to panic around the office, sowing confusion among the female part of the team and misunderstanding among the male. Her hands, of course, do not catch, back into the window gap to escape, and what to do with it is unclear. Finally, the boy recalls "We'll live until Monday", breaks off his shirt and puts on a feathered shame. Women immediately begin to gather around him, overwhelmed by curiosity. The door opens, a male boss enters, and he sees a half-naked boy, surrounded by three employees with burning eyes and greedy hands stretching forward. The MHAT pause hangs, after which the boss pronounces:
You can’t wait until evening, so stay closed.
He leaves, knocking the door.
How we all look in the eyes of our colleagues now is unclear.