The case occurs in the communication salon, the grandfather falls, ancient, like a tyrannosaurus egg, in bifocal glasses. He begins to look around so carefully, like where I got... Well, fucking, the service is - I approach him "Good evening, what to suggest, ask..." 0 attention. I think it's okay, maybe it's too little, maybe it's just going to go away - guy, can you say a few words? I approached. Grandfather looks around so stealthy (sper the cabbage cabbage and is going to push me) and asks - you have it for sale. Oh no, sorry, I didn’t understand. Grandpa is so upset - you're a man, you know what I need? I’m sure you’re all here))))) grandfather – writers are there? ))))))))