I’m not really a designer, but the essence crosses.

A potential customer appeared.

You know. We need to order a corporate style for the VK group and a permanent design of posts. Can you do?

I think yes. What do you need?

Transmits the source in PSD format (who is not aware, the file format for Photoshop).

A pretty source. You only need to change the names in the source.

I do not understand. Is it ready now?

In fact yes.

So what do you want from me?

You understand. We are strongly against the illegal use of computers. It was discussed that it was possible to bypass some paths, but unfortunately no solution was found.

I do not understand anyway.

This is what I propose. What I sent, my originals. I will send them to you constantly. And you just change the names of posts in the design.

Sorry, I can’t catch up.

You change the text, and I present it as your job.

It sounds original.

The employer has allocated a budget for this. That’s because you don’t have to invent everything from scratch. I will pay you two hundred rubles for one post, the rest I get.

You are crazyly honest.

I have been recommended to you as an honest person who helps in such situations. So I am honest with you.

In terms of budget. I know, do you take the rest?

and yes.

— — —

Later it turned out that it was a designer of the firm, who was hired to work, but the necessary programs were absent. Therefore, he was offered to look for a freelancer and gave a budget for this matter.

But as a practical man, he could not give all the money to a freelancer. He just did the fucking percentage of the work on his home PC, the rest was entrusted to me. I already sent to his corporate mail, that successfully did everything after the agreed deadline (as explained, so that no one undermined and everything looked transparent).

That’s how this circus continued for a year and a half until the designer was hit by a car. and sorry.

Money gives freedom, freedom does not give money.

In the summer of 1996, I came to Peru to recover lost rights.
I sit in the hallway and wait for my turn. The man I followed seemed familiar.
Exactly! This is Andrei Mykov. It looked a little different from the movie, older than the movie.
I didn’t bother him with stupid conversations, I sat down, read newspapers...
The line is almost not moving... The end of the working day is approaching...
Andrei sits quietly, does not attempt to climb without a line, does not scandal, as would modern so-called "stars". So we sat for almost an hour, while a haishnik, a sort of officer, passed through the corridor.
Did not notice Megakov, asked him "on what issue", and did not invite him without a turn to his office.
A small touch on the actor’s personality. It’s a pity that he left us recently.
One of those great actors, of whom after their death words of condolences speak completely sincere...

Millions of teenagers want to save our planet from pollution.
Millions of their parents want them to start it from their room.

He studied in the school in the 00-th unfortunate quarter of the industrial monastery.

Engaged in sports morbidity at the level of the first twenty of a small city, in general, not impressive for athletes, but a little exciting for the unconscious.

This is the 11th grade. A mixed company from across the parallel, a man was sitting at 20 with a classmate. A little taken on the chest and a loosened crowd of 2-3 people with a long chain went to a new place. There was a girl in the parallel class, well, very pleasant - just God's sweetheart, with no one, not my circle of communication from the word "totally". And to the incomprehensible “happiness” she went with me...

Quarter is just an atas - constantly, then someone will be kicked, then some wild. And here, it is dark on the street, we do not see those going ahead and those following us, but we see some very pumped bald guy in a leather jacket.

And this goat is like something like, “Hey p@@@r or here, you will get p@@@s.” My soul goes to the heels - I did not expect anything like that from her. And this guy breaks down and runs to us... I am afraid to hit him in the area of the ear – I was able to cut off immediately. I catch her by the hand and run through the streets from there, and here, we stop in some quiet courtyard at the bench under the lighthouse and she is like, "I like the determined guys" and knocks on my thick palm. I have the adrenaline in my ears. I took a full chest of air and just under the street lamp I sent her tightly, turned on the spot and went home to sleep.