My immediate boss is the devil. He goes in a hundred times a day, rushes, gives contradictory instructions. A lot of people know this, probably. And then suddenly the chief of the rank came up, and arranged an unplanned inspection. Thro the day, our mini-boss ran there—here, as undermined, in the evening went to the smoking room to rest, and began to complain to us about how he was burdened. When he came out, the voice of our most quiet colleague was heard: Don’t shake, don’t be drunk!