Yesterday I stood, waiting for the faithful at the parish, here two aunts and a guy come in, approach the guard:
We are from tax.
-Oh, you can documents, - writes them a pass - let them make a mark there when you go back, 8th floor.
The procession is removed to the elevator. The guard raises the phone:
“But, Alla Igorovna, you are here from the tax. Always so please.
He puts the phone on the side through his teeth:
The tax department, the tax department, the... Anyone would call me when they came for me from the military.