We have flowers at work. Every time someone was in a position, he began to bloom. Even before the future mother knew about her pregnancy. At one time, he cried a lot and often. And girls went into the decree as a deficit commodity in Soviet times. A sort of flow began. And then this flower stopped blooming for a long time. During that time, no one has issued a decree.



So passed year two. And today the chief enters the office and, smiling and threatening with a fist, reports "The flower has bloomed! Be confessed! “Who?” Bets at work.