It was in Moldova. A country famous for its builders. Two friends worked on the outdoors. Hanged over the abyss on ropes and wrapped the wall with foam. The apartment is cornery, the wall is long, there is a lot of work. Charge the employer well. And the client is such an impressive lady, from which you look and dreams unfold. Working friends in half, but with the client one speaks (as if there is no need to interrupt each other). And here is the one who was communicating with her, all the way so far worked, and it has been about a month, the clay has been hitting her. What are you doing tonight? Could we rest after work? Well, the work is coming to an end, and she suddenly agrees: Let's meet tonight - let's sit. Well, we sat in the coffee shop, went to her, and all night this "clock" roasted her in all poses and angles. And the next day they finished the work, wrote a long estimate, made the calculation, and even planned the money. How much to pay, how much to pay, and so on. And this “call” goes with an estimate to the employer. Let me pay, type. She looks at him, well, very cold and says: I didn’t understand, I didn’t calculate everything yesterday? turned and left. The worker's jaw hangs in the position "maximally down", and he goes out to a friend in the corridor. He asks, “Have you paid?” Where is money? The answer is: I paid. I don’t know how to give you half. Do I want to get up with cancer?