It was a long time...
My husband worked as a grower. It opened holes with a positional admission from a cell to a micron and a precise diameter.
I didn't have enough money, moved to Chelyabinsk, arranged for ChTS.
The master comes and brings the iron:
- Listen, I have a hole here - and the fingers show the diameter.
The Comrade:
Damn, where is the drawing, what is the permit?
The Master:
“Bl@#$, I tell you, THIS is here and THIS is... they’ll come from the aircraft, bl#$%....it’s a tractor. The only thing he can do is stop!
I have to get used to the new reality.)