We have a chief - an indigenous German, but spent half his life in Russia, studied in Moscow, somehow on a dispute without money he travelled by car stop from Peter to Vladik in 3 months. Our man at all! In Russian he speaks perfectly but with a great accent, but when he wants, he can simply pretend that the nifiga does not understand.

We are sitting in the office, waiting for the elevator. The boss is called, he periodically whispers in the telephone. Next to us are two secrets of some kind, loudly chatting with each other in Russian about bags, also waiting for them in general.

stand for a long time. There is no elevator. It seems that the man's secrets are very disturbing. Finally he gets bored, he turns to them and asks on a broken broken Russian with an innocent face - "And what is there, no?"

The secretions fall into a sediment and squeeze, the man returns to the conversation. Win-Win