About massage
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In ancient times, when the century was still the twentieth, oil was cheap, the demand for programmers stood as a member of the ordinary Soviet Army before dismissal, our small firm just began to revitalize the whole floor in a new building near the diamond exchange. The number of offices overshadowed the number of employees, we just then were given T-shirts with the proud, now twice changed, company name and the inscription "First twelfth" (I also got one). We sat in front of the computers of the baldea, out of free space and slightly bored by loneliness.
Now everything is different. In the rooms we sit for two, a small conference room is converted into a QA laboratory. Of the twelve namesake owners, three of us remained in the office. Here is only one... At the very beginning of the company’s life, we handed over a room with a separate entrance to a friend, a massage specialist. They were delivered free of charge – he simply pledged to give four massage sessions each week to employees for so, and the rest of the time to use at his discretion for private clients.
David is a good man and a wonderful man. We passed through his hands all and not once. Despite the lack of space, the bosses decided not to touch him and do not cancel the massage. So we live.
Here is only our Daviduška loves to be late and clients often wait for him in the front street and read newspapers and consume liters of office coffee.

Today we sit at an urgent meeting to decide the fate of the world for a single computer company. Secretary on vacation. Suddenly a knock on the door. The boss was tired and a little upset:
and yes!
In the door is a girl of fairy beauty:
I am sorry. I am looking for David. I came for a massage.
While we were trying to put the falling jaws in place, the boss was full of vigour, leaving aside the fatigue and irritation, stood up and with the words “I am David” left with the beautiful visitor.
What will you do!
First, he is the head of the office. Second, he really thinks quickly and well. His real name is David.
But...
Next time I will be David.

by Petro Kapulaskij