Monday, six o’clock in the evening, until the end of the day, an hour, hellishly want to eat. First I say it out loud, then I go to my favorite colleague, ask for a cake. She gets bread out of the box, and at the same time suddenly everything comes in motion, vanity begins, the shell of packs. In one second, my hands stretch from all sides to me: in one pack of cookies, in the other marmelade, in the third a banana. In the utmost ecstasy I collect unexpected generous gifts, whispering “thank you, girls, thank you, cute, give a kiss, good...”. Here the boss comes out of the office, breaks off the phone, looks at this vaccanal and says: "Well, you are straight Stas Mikhailov after the concert"... I couldn't calm down.