I live in Dacia. and yesterday. In the morning, I drink coffee on the veranda. They knock, let go - gastarbayters, cultural, polite:
"Lord, let's cut the lawn for you, only 5,000, we won't take it expensive.
I answered:
God, I came with my grass-cutting machine, thank you, I don’t have to.
They smile and refuse:
I’m sorry master))
and today. The car was stolen)))