The employee was at a fishing trip last weekend, he said.

GIMS (state inspection of small vessels) - a water analogue of haishnikovs, just broke off the chain in the past Saturday-Sunday, apparently they also need children to prepare for school. They checked all who were on the Don, fined for the slightest non-compliance with the charter))) The neighboring boat with him began to check how badly the man had everything - a pharmacy, documents, craftsmanship, a state measure, a rescue vest... And then the Himsovsky wept: - and there is a whistle?! to
(the rescue vest according to the rules is equipped with a whisper) The man is dying,
They shine of joy, they are! There is a whistle!! The fisherman was apparently a hunter, he got into some livelihoods in a boat and gets a manna, which crawls on the wreck.

At the last trembling of the Hims, the man cut off that the tone of the whistle in the rules is not stipulated and he could at all carry the flute with him...

The curtain.