There is one farmer in our brave village of Brinkovsk, a man who was rich in seeds, well, in the sense of growing. And the man must be said to be a very worker-peasant kind. And here with a friend of his combiiner, right from the seed mill went to buy Lexus in the salon, come with a clay bag of cash, to them immediately the guard, managers, "Go to the ch...y from here the colchon," who silently opens the bag with a bubble, managers without any transition "Sorry gentlemen, did not know, you want coffee?"