There is one man working in our group. The soul of the company, the joke, the fun. Life stories are full of funny. Everything happened to him. Well, you know people who have had a similar story on every occasion. I didn’t always believe them, but I couldn’t lie, and I didn’t want to. Why do I have this?

7 years passed. Almost everyone in our small group changed except us two.

He continues to entertain everyone with his stories.

Over time, they have become even more funny for me, especially those I told him, and he is now decorating and making it his own.