In times, not so long ago, bought an overseas apparatus from batches, a multi-meter wrecked, in exchange for a tired batch. Of course, the tension in the socket, the resistance of everyone in the family, but on the switch of functions is still dark, the hunt will work out. It’s not in Russian, fucking. At work, my brother has a computer, a scanner, a printer, the program is good - it recognizes the texts, Promt again.
The device comes with two assistants, one red, one African American.
My first experience with political correctness.