One of my acquaintances once bought a bag of sugar at a very low price. But Pasha did not have a car, and not to get rid of his work, he asked me to take his bag home. No questions, we can help! My husband and I went in and loaded sugar. The happy owner of 50 kilograms of carbohydrates explains where to go, the house number, the extreme entrance, just the second floor:

At home now only the son (8 years old him), his wife urgently to work for a couple of hours called. He will not open the door to you, he is even forbidden to enter the door. He is a clever man, my wife and I severely punished him in our absence not to open to anyone and not even approach the door. He only opens the door by phone if necessary. Go up to the apartment, call me on the phone, I will call home (then there were also wireless phones) and the son will open to you.

and OK!

Take the bag up to the second floor. My companion loudly and persistently knocks at the door. A child’s whisper and a voice from the door: “Who is there? »

Comrade, intentionally with a rough voice: “Who, who? ! to Open the door! and fast! »

I hear the sound of the opened door and...

We bring sugar!