You will laugh, but that was the case. The headquarters dropped on fuel and my excavator dried up 4 hours before the end of the shift. For half an hour, three "Big Bosses" in the choir told me: "Vladimirich, we need to complete the change. “Blood from the nose, shit from the poop.” Okay, I say I agree. I work overtime, I am enthusiastic. Now explain to this iron fool what it is right to do. And then the chief unfolds his main caliber and enters the excavator. It is silent. still is silent. Then he screams, “Now we bring the solarium,” and he leaves. Half an hour later, under the amazed eyes of my colleagues, I solemnly poured 5 (five) liters of solarium into the 600-litre tank of my Komatsu. NDA...