So, a new candle house, next to the capital garages. The house is not fully populated yet, the owners of the garages do not know each other. Several days in a row there was snowfall, a lot of snow, in the night between the garages passed the tractor-snow-gatherer and deadly wrecked all the gates into all the garages almost to the roof.
A morning of awakening. Dozens of car owners, mothers, are trying to cross their legs and get to their cars. Beyond the corner appeared another unfortunate man in a expensive coat. Having seen all this ugliness, he stumbled, stood in a stupor for a few seconds and cried with a cry of horror:
The men!! This is what??? How is it??? Why is it??? I need to be with the governor in forty minutes, there is a whole commission, I tried to bring them all together for a whole year, I collected documents for six months!!! If I'm late, another year cat under the tail! What to do, guys?? to
What are you worshipping? Take your papers and take a taxi, what’s the problem?
The documents are in the car!! I specifically checked again in the evening and took it into the car so that nothing was forgotten at home in the morning! What to do?? to
– A-A-A... the seat...
He grabs the phone, speaks something hot and fast. A minute later, a young woman in a sporting suit with a large cutting board in her hands, two teenagers with smaller boards and an elderly lady with a huge pot cover run out of the entrance.
The family headed by the dads stumbled in with such enthusiasm that a few minutes later the couple literally left them. The rest of the men also helped as much as they could, but it is only useful to do it with bare hands.
– I will be late... if in 15 minutes we do not dig – I will not have time... – caused the valliage, rubbing the sweat with snow, flowing with streams on the face.
“No, we don’t dig,” the men confirmed, scratching the snow with their hands.
Here, a car came to the extreme garage, its driver went out, looked at his own swarm, mated, opened the trunk and got out of it... a large snow-gathering spade!
My brother!! – the valyage (not so much valyage) rushed to him, – brother, give a spade, burn... I die... the governor... the mayor... the commission... the documents... three years business raised! Give the ball!
Not a question, Berry. Five thousand.
The wheeled back again, measured, pulled the wallet out of his pocket, without looking at the package of money to the owner of the shovel, grabbed it and rushed to his stomach with even greater enthusiasm. The men helped, the owner of the shovel silently smoked.
After 10 minutes all in the snow, wet like a mouse, breathing like a whale, the businessman safely left, the men wished him good luck, returned the spade to the owner and one of them said:
It’s not human, neighbors are...
He smiled with his hands, said, business, nothing personal, opened the trunk and got from there... three more blades!
– Men, dig out my garage – I’ll pay three thousand.
They beat him all together, although not strongly, but very humbly, feeding him with snow. And the valliage came in the evening with cognac and snacks, personally visited all the apartments in the house and invited everyone who participated in the liberation of his car to his home cakes. The history gradually became a popular heritage, with the owner the spades stopped greeting and did not give hands. In the summer several times the gates of his garage turned out to be somehow filled with garbage from court containers almost to the roof. Probably the driver was drunk.