The billionaire refused to retire and urged Russian citizens to do the same.

Let me tell you about the bubbles. They are twin brothers and not Belarusians at all. I’ve talked about them before, but not this story. In general, the brothers differed from all the others not only in their resemblance, but also in their healthy red noses, similar to potato buds. Why did they go after it and get it at school? That did not prevent them from entering the VVD. Serving in the same company and even a squadron, they say that twins and twins cannot be separated. In addition to all this, the brothers had not only excellent health, but also a very sharp mind with the same rather sharp tongue.
- Tomorrow you have the first jump, you will not become aircrafts yet, but parachutists surely! They called a squadron. The brothers were one of the first. Releasing from another company, in the airplane on the machine read them instructions, switched the engine and the airplane smelled into the sky. The lamp burned, the emitter opened the door, looked down and whispered:
The first went!
The first was one of the brothers, but the publisher did not know about it. For him, it was just a warrior, whom he has already released hundreds. The truth came to the eyes of a healthy red swallow and the fact that the warrior, as always, at the first jump crashed in the door. Well, what a glass. From the scream:
The parachute will open, right? - the scream had already become hysterical, but the publisher knew his business tightly. Just pulling out the good pinch of the warrior outside, looked and shouted:
The second went! - Then I shouted to the third and fourth, - condemning - with refinement, salaboon! Or something like that. His cry stopped only at the fifth. No, he had time to shout — fifth post... — and kept silent. Because he was looking at the same one with the red snob that he released a few minutes ago. The producer concentrated and wanted to negotiate the word, but the second bulbash brother did not let him do this:
The parachute did not open. Let us try again! Don’t bother, I am myself. He walked into the open door.
The rest of the department jumped already without the issuing team.

In the city administration, the old furniture was thrown out, and the bombs entered the struggle for the mayor's chair.

A few months ago I wanted to terminate my contract with the RTC. Formulated an application in the personal office, I was written that the termination requires confirmation by phone, and during working hours. I submitted the application on Saturday. Two days later, on Monday, the phone ringed while I pulled my hand to him, the call dropped. And almost immediately came the message - "We could not call you before, if you still want to terminate the contract, then again make the application in the personal office and attach a passport scan."



I go back to the personal office, I begin to figure out where to apply. And now, attention, the cherry on the cake: in the form of feedback really there is a "download file" button. But! If you choose the type of appeal "cancellation of the contract", then this button from the page dumbly disappears. Nothing can be loaded. Moreover, this is not some kind of random glucose, if you change the type of treatment to another, the button appears again. Thus e. These creatures deliberately did so that it was impossible to terminate the agreement remotely. Just personally pull their feet to them in the office. Oh yeah! Ah the fuck!! to