We live as in a fairy tale. For a long time, we have worked with two Tatars, the brothers Rif and Raf. They were normal guys, and everything was fine until a cleaner named Ruth came to us. All three are small, swollen, and all talk loudly. They roasted for a long time and were nicknamed the “three pigs.” Well, they don’t get offended, we crack all together. Then everything somehow quieted for a while, until the technician Wolf came to work with us.