The Mouse:
I understood everything. At every beverage factory periodically at some point, the staff ignores the reception of employees, and in the packaging workshops there are several endless haters and fools who hate all mankind. It is they, from time to time, slowly remove one bottle from the conveyor, turn the lid with two heated distribution keys to the focus, try so that it can not be opened, and return to the tape. And still accompanied by her gaze with a pale smell and a sweet thought that it will be the only bottle of mineral in the house of some worker from a hard hammer, or it will be bought for the last little bit by a fragile girl dying from the heat.