As our director pleaded, he is the owner of the company, honestly earned grandmothers. The money for the work done went... but disappeared. People said briefly “money later.” I waited for a week... another... and stopped driving to the office. This combinator calls me, asking where he is missing. I say, there is no money. There is no gasoline. There is no transportation either.

You are a temporary trouble! Do you think I am honest?

Why don’t I believe, I believe. They believe in fuel. I was driving in the road, but at the same time I was sending them into the woods to see why.