My sister sent:
We have a guy in the office, an aqualancer. This is not his profession, but his hobby. Although they say that he has a license for submersion. They borrowed him (and all of us) with requests to pull these gasoline masks in connection with the epidemic.
He recently came to the meeting. In the mask. of water. Not the usual, where the eye-nose is separately, but the whole, the type on the whole face, I do not know how it is called correctly. And with Aqualore. Or how this balloon is rightly called (although it is not very similar to the balloon, some rectangular shit, similar to a flowing trunk). The boss can’t stand, he asks:
Do you have enough air for long?
The clock is 12.
And then then?
And then sailing...