He went upstairs to smoke and took his cell phone. Two men on the floor smoke and talk loudly. I stand quiet, they do not realize my presence. On the sound of the smski I have such a powerful blow of gong, the acoustics at the entrance is good.
I get a smoke.
The guys suddenly tick, ten seconds silent, after which from above it is heard:
On the way, the corshun on the rubbish pipeline flew...