The new designer has a tough psychic.
The office is now dull, damp, condensate on the walls - ventilation is poor and the headbush instead of normal wallpapers on the walls and ceiling of the workers forced to paste the vinyl h*ynu "under the tree". It refuses to switch, says "breathe", "doesn't breathe" is all kind of nonsense, nonsense, but it cost everything very cheap, by acquaintance and in general, she personally likes everything...
The man after another attempt by the whole office to convince her to something more blameful, approaches her, puts a plastic bag from the supermarket on her head, tightly binds the edge and thus explains what everyone feels after the repair. Now he has a new computer and looks like a new grandmother with a machine and accounting education.