Dead case

“Don’t put a mouse if you are good at the role of a trick.”
V. Brudzinsky

Jora - the owner of a successful law firm, persistently seeks to understand, not lazy, competent and initiative employees, but such are found once every five years, so his selective and cohesive team - the main wealth of the firm, Jora cheers, cheers and throws him all sorts of bonuses.
But the lie of Jora does not tolerate, even in small things. Late to work - so and say - slept, the boss cheats, threatens with a finger and forgives for honesty. But don’t let God “mock” you about stuck elevators, sick aunts and fires in the neighboring entrance. Jora will sympathize, but then will not regret neither time nor money, learns about the elevator, fire and the diagnosis of the aunt, then do not wait for pity: "Go to the box office and get the calculation!"
The interview with the applicants Jora conducts only himself:

Well, the resume above all praise, work experience, for your age, too, very much. Listen, I’ve got an idea – so that we don’t just shake the air with you, I’ll give you a small trial deadly case. In short, today I dug into my old wallet and found this.

Jora stretches out a small piece of paper with the number “57” written by hand.

"I didn't even immediately remember what it was, and this is a room from the storage room of the nightclub "Ultraviolet" on Taganka. Do you know such?
I don’t go to clubs at all.
and praise. Do you know? Well, it doesn't matter, so - two years ago, maybe two and a half, but not more than three and the time limit has not yet passed. I went to that club, and I had a bottle of Armenian cognac, ten years, five stars, a half-litre bottle, I remember well. At the entrance, the guard took my bottle for storage and handed out the number, all honor to honor. But in the morning, leaving the club, I naturally forgot everything, so I went home without anything. Here, take it, go there and try to release my bottle on this paper. I, of course, understand - so much time has passed and I do not especially hope for success, but here the main thing - how you will manifest yourself, applying all your life experience, legal knowledge and the ability to find a common language with people. It will work out – great, no – not deadly either. In short, I wish you success, and according to the results of this case, I will make a decision about your employment.

Two days later, a proud seeker entered Jorin's office and put a bottle on the table with a loud knock:

- Here, Georgy Ivanovich, your cognac, but it wasn't very easy, I had to squeeze them a little.

Jora joyfully embraced the winner, summoned to his office all the employees who were in the office, and under the enthusiastic replicas of the gathered, the bottle brought was immediately drunk.

At the farewell of Jora, he strongly lamented the hero's hand and, smiling, said:

In fact, the owner of that club is my good acquaintance, I will negotiate with him today and if everything was as you told, then consider that you have already been accepted. All the good.

And so it happens, approximately once every two weeks, another “genius,” thinking that he is the smartest, comes up with a “picked” cognac and a bunch of details about his heroic struggle.
And for employees - it's like a fun bodybuilding minute, plus a drink of "Armenian" for the mood.
Only one day, a potential employee, having received the task, returned with empty hands. He entered the office, fixed his glasses, pulled the envelope out of his pocket and, slightly crying out of excitement, said:

- I visited this club and here is what I managed to find out - before you two photos, one I made myself, the other asked and copied. My photo clearly shows all the cells of the storage camera, from the first to the forty. On the second photo - the same cells, but here, as you can see, there are two security personnel - Garypov and Skvortsov, so here - this same Skvortsov resigned from the club five years ago, so the date printed on the photo can also be considered quite reliable. This suggests that five years ago and yesterday, there were exactly forty cells in the storage chamber of this club, and you gave me a receipt with the non-existent number "57". George Ivanovich, I'm sorry, but I come to the conclusion that you don't say something to me, or you hide something. I don’t understand how I can work for you when you don’t trust me entirely.

Jora turned red and said:

and wow! Fuck take me! You are accepted, young man, allow to press your hand, and welcome to our friendly collective.