I arranged to work in a small travel agency (offices of meters 20 probably). I was sitting there three at each other always (director-year-old 60 grandmother, manager-deck thick and scary and I am the most ordinary cracker. In the autumn, this defca-manager (M) grit grandmother (B)
M: Lyudmila Vladimirovna, I can no longer talk on the phone with my throat, I probably laid down.
B: Do you need a pill... can you get anything?
M: I don’t have anything like that...and you?
B: I don’t have either.
Both in one voice:
Cyril, do you have nothing to do?
I got fired in two weeks.