Once needed a DDR1 plan, for one old animal, for work. I go to the announcement I find a person and here a meeting was scheduled. I stand in the yard waiting for him, next to him another friend for the company. And here comes to us such a guy in a jacket to his knees and speaks.
You ordered the operation.
Well yes we
He puts his pockets and gets his plans. Choose the mouth. Standing we choose no one to interfere and here from behind the back 2 mints approach us, faces satisfied can not be straight.
Do you trade spams?
It was necessary to see how their faces changed when they saw the plank with a stitch in their hands. And here, not far from science fiction, Moscow visited the idea, and what if someday some iron would not be able to trade OO?