Beginning of 2000. I work as a computer repair firm. Panasonic holds a free seminar in Moscow, pays for accommodation and issues certificates. The hotel is near the U.S. Embassy, I don't remember the name. I was not in Moscow, and the boss frequently waves there, on his business and party, on the eve of the departure, under the water, throws me additional tasks and dreamingly covers his eyes recalls:

- Just settled, the phone is already ringing, and in the phone "Do you not want to have a nice evening with a beautiful girl?"

The phone is silent, calling and calling.

So I flew to Moscow, got to the hotel, settled in the room. I called home and left my coordinates. The phone is silent. I walked through the evening Moscow, had dinner, returned to the room, the phone is silent. I read the book and the phone is silent. Lie to sleep. The call came early in the morning, I grab the phone, it turns out the boss is calling:

Greetings from Rec17. How are you doing?

- Boring, Vladimir Petrovich, no prostitute called in the room, you are the first.

The chief hurled somewhat unclearly, quickly said goodbye and laid the phone. I wondered what he was calling, what he wanted. And only in the subway I understood why the conversation ended so quickly.