My husband often takes work home for the weekend. When he is passionate about solving a problem, he does not like to be distracted. At the same time, he is a passionate coffee lover, and without coffee he can’t work. He sits behind the compass, I see – the cup is empty. She went, cooked fresh coffee, and on chickens, on chickens, slowly crawled to her husband from behind... She carefully cleaned the empty cup, put a full cup in her place, and turned the pen so that her husband didn’t need to do excessive body movements. And so three times. Once again, bringing the empty cup to the kitchen, I hear the husband’s scream:"Ah, I’ve gotten it!" And then:" And I think – so what! I drink coffee, I drink, and it doesn't end, and it's hot all the time, for several hours! My brain almost exploded!" I tried the best, and again the fault :-)