I go out of the garage and see a Tajik with some sort of doomed stoic face repairing the first staircase at the entrance to the entrance, which was all the time swinging. Having watched for a while how he was trying to pull the concrete rebar from under the stairs, I pushed him away, took a break and with one move pulled the rebar. He gave him a break and in the best of traditions said, "You can't do anything" and proudly went to the entrance. And the Tajik stands, lowering his hands, and says to me, “Uncle, I’ve stuck him there.”