Listened in line. Two guys are talking. One says, “You know, I went to work as a guard at the bar. I came to the shift, with a separate guard room - a couch, a TV. I took a beer, I lay on the couch, I drank a beer, I am glad - what a great job.

The next day, the owner calls the bar and says, “You’re fired.” I start to get angry: why? And he silently includes a video, and there is a picture with oil - in the fighting room, and I lie on the couch and drink beer. There was nothing to object.”