The gasterbiters.

In 2007, I built a house in the village. The foundation was made by a brigade of prorabs, three Tajiks and two Russians. Then in the village with the finished concrete was deaf, so the prorab decided to mix it manually. In total, it was necessary to calculate about 26 cubic meters on the plate, and fill it immediately, without breaks for the night. It started at 8 a.m. and ended heroically at 11 a.m. Work hell, of course, under 70 tons to drag in four. One smoothed, carried the water (the barrel was exhausted quite quickly), two were mixed in two concrete mixers, two were driven by cars. After the flooding, we agreed to work for two weekends. The next day at lunch, I call him to see if the workers are alive. He says that the Russians yesterday after work took a whistle and are still asleep, can not get up. Well, the work act was done, forgive me.
And Tajik, I ask how?
"And the Tajiks," he replies, got up at 8 in the morning and asked not to waste time while the weekend, the neighbor's fence is placed.