And my friend and I worked as a contractor somehow in the same niya.so the niya was big and from our camorka to the nearest sartyr is not very close. You won’t get to the rest at all. We only went to him. There was never light there, the lamps were not simple. Then it turns off and a man comes out. We come in, there are no lights. Then each employee was carrying a lamp in his pocket. I love my homeland!