I go from work, my cell phone has a battery, I need to call. and Tushino. I look around: whom to ask for a phone. All such businessmen, run somewhere, rush... I see: there is a typical hop standing at the tent, the phone turns in his hand. Well, I think, an hour of the day, the people are full of what he will do to me, maybe he will give me a call... I approach, all so decent, on my heels, I knock my eyelids:
Do you have a phone to call?
and pause. Hop throws me around with an assessing look, sneaks, puts his cell phone in his pocket and says:
I know your stuff...
Going to the residential houses.)