The New Multiple. We bought a call (a market nearby, a couple of lounges with electrical goods, a radio call). It turned out that we were not alone in that barrel, and the Chinese did not consider it necessary to make different frequencies at the buttons. After the tenth call of the “huligans” at the door, they realized that something was wrong. He began to call himself and heard the knocking doors (through the elevator mine) and the pick-up mat. They cried out in the mine and met down there. It turned out that we had such seven apartments)))) The solution was found in the person of a local radio amateur - they handed him up the units for the upgrade. Encounters with neighbors and a fun evening.