We go in with a colleague to the kitchen, warm up lunch, our accountant Ira sits at the table, she works, she knows how much, 7 years with us. I put on a cup of tea and I see that my friend is turning up his hands, feeling his face with horror. I ask – what are you doing? Does he say that my face is not shaken? No, I am saying. And then he points to Iru, and she carries some kind of caterpillar talking on the phone, not a word is understandable) A friend decided that he had a stroke. He did not understand a word from her speech) It turned out that Ira was a Moldovan, nobody knew this and her grandmother called and spoke to her in her native language)