He worked in one office, about 40 people, among them a girl named Vartik (a little like Stich from the cartoon). The cabinet for 4 tables behind each of the employees, the ancient matrix printer is torn, the radio is whispering on the window, wallpapers are hanging boring from the wall. There is a new (!) A package of documents. He gets a piece of paper, calls the surnames, gives the documents, then checks with the list and quietly asks: “Where to find the accountant VROTIK?”I fall on the table in a stroke of silent laughter, he is asked “who do you need?”, which the messenger boldly shouts the printer and the radio, runs into the open door of the corridor: “Katy Vrotik.” The entire office under the table, the nearest four cabinets are hysterical (the messenger is in shock). I try to say to him through laughter and tears, "it's coming now" - but it's only "shit", he's waiting. Katya runs (red eyes, looking from under the eyebrows). The upper dead silence on the whole floor (everyone is listening) is cut off by her scream: “I am a WARTIK.” From somewhere it was "not p*y". The wild goot of the floor was tired for 10 minutes, and Katya a week dumbed "Cosmopolitan" all who at her sight smiled stupidly.