I bought a new apartment. The construction section. We are doing repairs, we are trying to do it. They called the brigade to put the bathroom "under the key". The husband tries to take the weekend at the expense of holidays, he installs the wiring in the rooms with his brother. By the way, the brother engineer and the internet spend in the houses. After work, I brought them to eat. We have a full, passing courtyard there. Doors are installed, laminate, someone drills on the loggia. My in the kitchen with sockets rise, two (rental) in the bathroom. Look, my sister, we’re finished today. I go out of the apartment, on the pitch catches one who makes the bathroom. Girl, you’re sorry, but I’ll tell you. Here are the guys who set the doors, good guys! Hands are gold! Those that laminate, also work well. But these electrics (push them to all the hell!!) They... are handicapped!! to