I sit somehow on the bench, pulling my mother, a puff with a puppy, as here suddenly mobile like a sparkle. The number is unknown, okay.

I listen to.

Is this Nikolai Alexandrovich?

You mistaken the number.

So go you go naughty!



And this bastard, not even waiting for me to send him in reply, dropped the bell. It was very annoying, as if they were kicked in the soul. Well, can it be so, not from this, or from this, unknown man, to send a fuck! The first thought was to call Hama back and send him back, but that’s not our method. Punishment should be harsh, and in such cases there is no need for rush.

I started hitting the owner’s number.

The puppets! The number lighted up, but the seat came from where I did not expect it. The number turned out to be corporate, and just so, even with the help of familiar mints, the owner will not be issued. But nothing, the name of the firm, let’s call it conditionally “Rog and Copy” and the address is there, it’s better than nothing. This company is located in the capital, where I regularly attend symposiums on organoleptics of strong distillates, so on day X I decided to take revenge.



I am coming, I mean. I go to the office and find a staff.

Hi, I am talking about work.

Who said we had vacancies? - Interestedly looked at me a sweet-looking girl, apparently trying to guess the specialty of the terrible grown-up uncle.

- Yes, a man from this number called, I just forgot his name, - I stretch out a paper with a number.

"Oh, this is Viktor Ivanovich, the head of the accounting department, the second door to the left, - instantly found the girl's ham.

“Thank you,” I smiled and went to the accounting office.



I go in. The standard serpentary, which is a hundred, and in the most honorable place sits a man in a pantyhose and glasses, an intelligent shit.

by Viktor Ivanovich? I ask the slave.

"Yes, I listen to you," replied Hamlo with a familiar voice, which ruined my mood for a few days.

You are naked yourself! - I solemnly declared the power of the ligaments, after which I proudly went out, knocked the door, left the office, sat in the trolleybus, and went to the symposium.



Oh... I needed to do a bit more rough, but then I didn’t think about it. And so well worked.

Know the Ours!