I was a day at a company of a friend, well, his company has a diesel repair. He has somewhere about 10 employees, and among them one guy, a terrible eccentric by life, nicknamed Chiki-Bryak.
Then he will disassemble the car into spare parts for the purpose of repair, and then he cannot assemble, then he will collect it, and it will explode and burn, then it will saturate the batteries, and it will be poisoned with acid, well, generally miss him no time.

He works through a pen-collar, in fact just justifying his salary. Well, I say to my friend – Michael, and why don’t you dismiss Chiki-Bryak?
He says if he is fired, the company will die. In each office there should be such a fun guy who slightly creeps, or the office cranes.