Once a box of "Klinsky" won the stock, I was called and told that the car would come in so that I could go out and pick it up. Quietly mothering (me, a disabled, walking to wash a beer box (in bottles!) On the eighth floor, the elevator does not work. They promised to deliver home.I go down... Behind the wheel of an action car a beautiful girl. I immediately forgot that I was disabled and remembered that I was a man who’t have a girl dragging a beer box to the eighth floor. After her departure, I remembered that I was not just a man, but a lazy and not the most stupid man, and called my friends. There was no need to carry the box to the eighth floor. The elevator was repaired, and I didn’t have to carry it.