It was in Minsk. year of 2006. We worked on one object. As usual, the people with the boron on the saucer. Who is from where. My husband and I only knew each other. There is a company of four villagers. Six people are unfamiliar. We took the room as a home. We work. After two weeks, things start badly. Denzels as by the maneuver of evil will themselves disappear from the pockets of clean clothes. In different quantities, but every day. Everyone matters who for whom. But the disaster continues. Stir things like a dust. It is uncomfortable to carry. It can be forgotten or missed accidentally. After a week such a hernia already reaches a frank bite. My husband and I wanted to set up a seat. As always, the case helps. I brought color Xerox to the office. Only a misfortune. Delivery to the door and in the office onli ladies. We, as decent, helped get in for what was included in the gentlemen's league. And here I stumbled. The next day I asked for $20. Of course, ladies tortured me with all sorts of punishments, but my intelligent appearance reassured them.



Tomorrow the boat was abandoned. It was in the wallet, but the corner was visible. In the evening, the bill was extended. Who doesn't understand and the comrade said that I was a bad man and a bad man if I didn't look. But I knew what I was doing. The exchange was on every step. But the grandmothers were checked everywhere.



No one came in the morning... And at lunch the mints came. He told me what he borrowed from me. I naturally denied the origin. There, of course, rose up and cried out from the others. Everyone immediately wept who rats... When the mints left, I explained how it was. I only said that this note was found... In the end, the devil who was wearing our pockets received a conditional period, and in the household it became quiet...