In one of the offices there was a wreck. The house had a lot of rooms. Cabinet, safe, warehouses, loft, garages, a pair of barracks, containers, etc. And from all this good he carried with him a huge bond of keys. The ligament was so large that it didn’t fit in his pocket, so he wore it on a large steel ring on his pants.

Here we are in the smoke. Admin, looking at the entrance, remarked:

The world is arranged. If you have one key, you are the boss. If two, then a big boss.

Завхоз so squeezed, waiting for the continuation, his mega-link whispered:

What if there are many keys?

If you have many keys, you are a cleaner.

“Oh,” breathed the master, “even here he did not feel important. I’ll go away from your barrel with the cartridges and lose the key, let the girls break you.