The facade is currently being repaired in the house. I go out this morning to the elevator, coming, three guys from the repair brigade. They greeted, one more added: "Good day to you!"" She went down, ran to the flower store and the children's goods store (sister from the nursery was going to take). In 25 minutes, I go home and go up to my floor. The doors of the elevator are opened, and the same repairmen are on the site again. And I’m like that – with a bouquet of roses and a suitcase with a gift. No scene, then the same guy: "Well, I look, one day it really happened..."