It was a long time...

My husband worked as a grower. It opened holes with a positional admission from a cell to a micron and a precise diameter.

I didn't have enough money, moved to Chelyabinsk, arranged for ChTS.

The master comes and brings the iron:

“Listen, I’ve broken a hole here, and my fingers show the diameter.

The Comrade:

Damn, where is the drawing, what license?

The Master:

-Bl@#$, I tell you, THAT is here and THAT is like this... they’ll come from the aircraft, bl#$%... it’s a tractor. The only thing he can do is stop!

I have to get used to the new reality.)