The second life of the coffins.
Yesterday, the neighbors curated the whole night, orals and songs sang, a personal visit and a visit of mints did not solve the problem.
I locked them in their own apartment, cut off the shield and finally there was silence, the whole house breathed calmly and only a pleasant panic of drinkers inside the ugly apartment caused pleasant satisfaction.
The coil proved to be the ideal tool for closing the door to the deboss, it is adjusted in height and has rubber pads. I fixed the door pen and fixed it so that it could not be lowered down to open the door and finally fell asleep at 5 a.m.

In the morning, the grandmother of the concierge shared her indignation about the deboshires and told a funny story about how someone calmed the alcoholics. I pretended to be surprised and laughed pleasantly for the company :)