A few years ago I worked as a chief of staff at a company that had a branch in another city about 1000 km from ours. One day the director decided that it was necessary to come to the branch and personally check how things are going there, including in the accounting office, and at the same time to drive one car there and take another in return.  According to the tasks set, the director, the driver and I went on a business trip. we travelled 1,000 km on a frame SUV and, I will tell you, it is still a pleasure, considering that about half the distance had to go on a village road.  In short, closer to the end of the trip, I was already in a state of "no - I wait for the tram." Especially because I am constantly sick in the car when I am not driving.  They came in the morning and met us. We settled in a hotel, gave time to wash, shave, eat, took to the factory. There, among other things, there was an exchange of cars, and we arrived at the hotel with a new one. Parking near the hotel (this is important).  In the evening, the cultural program is a cool local restaurant. I ate, drank a bit of beer, and I feel like it’s time to sleep for six hundred minutes. I took a taxi and went to the hotel, and the people continued to travel to local crops.  I woke up in the morning from the phone call. The director calls. At 8 in the morning. I guess, no, they haven’t gone to bed yet? He says he sits in a café on the first floor and awaits me for breakfast.  I descend. And indeed, the director is sitting – not sleeping, unshaken and terribly wicked. A strong amber spread around, which was apparently attempted to smell with perfume. The attempt, of course, did not succeed. In short, such an exquisite breeze from Hugo Boss.  But it turned out to be only the beginning of the film’s history. He told me that the driver disappeared from their room for two at night tracelessly and silently. His phone is turned off and his location is unknown.  What to do - HS. The director decided to undertake an "investigation" and establish the location of the driver. In order not to interfere with the investigation, I went to a nearby shopping mall to spend my trip, like any self-respecting traveler, not on food, but on more pleasant and not so perishable things such as shoes and bags.  About an hour later the director called back and said that the driver had never announced. I decided to pick up the driver’s cell phone. Well, for good luck. And, like in a bad Hollywood movie, he took the phone on my phone call.  I shouted by surprise: You are where, fool, there you are all looking for, and already in the mornings, because. Hospitals are over.  He says with a frightened voice: I am in another city.  I ask: in which other? He replies: I do not know.  And he tells: he wakes up in the morning, the number is completely different, the view from the window is unfamiliar, and a strange grandmother sleeps next to him.  After a brief conversation with me on the phone and with the awake grandmother in the room, it turned out that he was still in the same city and in the same hotel, and even on the same floor, but in the opposite room.  I breathe with relief and sneeze to the convened meeting place - the cafe. I come and find a painting with oil. The director and the driver are both sitting in the stupa and looking at the same point. I begin gently, considering their state of absence and experienced stress, to ask what happened again.- We stole the car from the parking lot - the driver declares to me with a weak voice and rolls his face into the salad.  Well, in general, the story ended happily, and we went home in a new car. Fortunately, he was unrestrained.  This is what happened.

At night, these two drunk dogs returned to the hotel and for reasons unknown to others, decided to check how the new car feels on the parking lot. They thought the car was crazy. It was a brilliant decision to rebuild it. This decision was implemented in the best way. The car changed dislocation, but at the same time remained on the same parking lot, 10 meters from the starting point.  With a sense of duty, the men went to the hotel and on the way encountered either a night butterfly or a late guest. The lens of a compelling mixture of drunk alcoholic beverages turned this lady into a literal beauty, and the driver, young and unmarried, could not resist. He asked the director for money for a separate number. Men’s solidarity is a strong thing. The money was issued, the number paid, and the driver stood in Eros’s arms.  Well, in the morning the detective naturally played, when the director did not find the driver in the room, then the thriller, when the driver woke up in an unknown place (well not with the body in bed) and then the criminal drama, when they did not find the car in the place where they left it the day before.  Film and German.  All of Bobby. Do not drink too much.