Pipet, went to the accountant... we sit in the courtyard, in the semi-office-half-community (the third part of the office - three rooms for rent for housing), where it is not that the courtyards do not go - there birds do not fly! We work on pre-submersible machines, which even have flops and work on lemon. The phones remember the times when they just appeared. The windows are dear mother, the very building in which we sit is a two-story building, which was built by Nicholas the Second and, judging by the outline, remembers the uprising of the Bolsheviks and the overthrow of the emperor as a spectator of the first row. The attempt to refine the interior of the office did not lead to anything - the stairs remained oak and carved - they could not be removed and simply painted.
But at the same time - the bug has the last iMAC 27". On an old, rough table, on a circular towel...