Marketing in Russian, Episode 6.

Calling on the home phone. I take the phone. Aunt with such a wicked voice as if I was the most disgusting villain in the universe, who had been hiding for a long time, but who was finally calculated: "Now the operator will talk to you, wait!"!" I think:"Now all fucking me". Here an operator connects, who begins to scream at me that there are no more kinds of gondons like me in the world, because I have delayed the credential of water meters! He urges me to come here and there. In a slight shock, holding the pipe with my right hand, I left handed the documents on the counter, which prescribed the deadlines for verification after 2.5 and 4.5 years for hot and cold, respectively. "Fuck!" I’m sending to the fuck. With a feeling. No more calls.