She works as a costumer in a nightclub. They brought it for the fabric to the wholesale company, wrote out the necessary fabric and went to the warehouse. There are only men working in the warehouse. They pulled our order, and here my invisible phone is ringing. I understand from the conversation that the art director is calling, who has lost some costume and grows in a costume. And here is my joy describing the costume:
“Lesha, now you are looking at Yankee’s pink spoon, and behind her is my black spoon.
I don’t understand why the warehouses are so rough.