I am a staff member, we have a cafe and a night snack. Our songs are separate songs.

After a week in the hospital, I found a minus three footage. It turned out that our 50-year-old carrier, a good man, but slightly sad at the head, fell in love with a 20-year-old dishwasher - a good girl, indeed with a certificate from the correctional school. And it seemed to him that one of the visitors looked at her, and he fought with him, defending the honor of the lady's heart. I was so upset that I went to a psychiatric hospital. Mother of the house, picking up the "wives" on the street, got a cold, angina. The sanitary technician, the best friend of the carrier, was so worried, while the carrier was sought through all the hospitals and morgae, that he went into drinking.

When I found out all this, I had one thought: how boring and boring I live with my family, two jobs, work and training.