xxx: I had an OZK chemistry somewhere. Here it will be an offgenic spectacle: such a customer comes in, and here a guy in the chemistry crunches on a cut under the Aztec heavyweight, chanting with a grout through the anti-gas filter.

It's fine, someday in my workshop (computer and near-computer rails are repaired) a daylight lamp crashed from the ceiling behind some fig, and crashed capital, a new one was sought for a few days, and a workshop in the basement, that is, windows are not provided in principle. And even the cuddled cat slipped through the ventilation not clearly from where and died a little without adding to the hole, in connection with which the smell there stood just heart-threatening. In order to not smell so strongly, I had to place a few flavored candles, which as badly got red and flushed left red streams and bunches of red paraffin on the floor.
Woooot...
And now the picture with oil: The client goes down to the basement, passes into the room, where in the dark, in the light of the flashlight, under the thunderstorm, the long-haired body instruments with a solder, and around him here and there red undertones, like intestines, hanging from the tables. And all this spectacle is complemented by the persistent smell of carcass.