In the morning in the office a slight confusion - the key from the office sorting disappeared. The castle was recently changed, duplicates have not yet been made, the key was one and lay on the cooler. has disappeared.
The trouble is that there is little public factory joy to go, especially to the ladies. The guilty is sought. I don’t know who it is, and there’s no key to it. We are waiting for the boss - he has a reserve from the set in the safe.
The chef arrives, we cling to the key a bell and some other snake, so as not to put it in the pocket, and we put it in a place for common use.
The situation dissipated, and the phrase: "The boss came and let everyone break up," acquired a new, major sound.