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In every profession there is an unattainable professional. Not everyone has met him, for many – it is only theoretically possible “horse in the vacuum”, but for that he is the benchmark.
But my friend Sergey was lucky, he saw the reference professional with his own eyes and even spoke to him. Let it be just a cleaning agent from the cleaning agency, but nevertheless.
And the thing was so – one beautiful morning, Seregina’s wife called the cleaner to put the whole apartment on her ears, to make a repair, to wash the windows, to grow forty pink bushes, to separate the oatmeal from the oatmeal, well, and so for the little things.

Sergey met with the reference Cinderella in the corridor. Nothing special, an ordinary woman under sixty. He said goodbye and went to work.

The evening came. The cleaner did all the things, even Sergey's selfless wife had nothing to do with it. How can I get a reference cleaner? But to be a benchmark, it is not enough to be a Cinderella.

When the woman had gathered, changed her clothes, and it was time to say goodbye, she said:

“Sorry, I can’t help but ask, and all these paintings your husband painted?
- Yes, here are these, these aquarels and the graphics in the kitchen, too. and what?
I like it very, very much. Just very much. You know, my nephew also paints well, not as your husband, of course, but he loves this business and tries. Sorry for the obscenity, and maybe my nephew will call your husband, consult what?
In principle, why not? Please record the number, let him call.

The next day Sergey got a phone call:

Hi Sir Serge. My name is Zoya, I cleaned your house yesterday, my wife gave you your phone.
Oh yeah yeah yeah. Do you want to ask something about your nephew?
And yes and no. I have no nephew, only a grandson.
(Sergy stressed) So what do you want?
"Sorry for this little trick, I just didn't want to get into someone else's family affairs. Rather, I did not want to, so I went to the trick. In short, yesterday, your wife and I moved the bed.

Sergey was overwhelmed, how could he forget, because to the back of the bed he screwed a small bag, in which was his ass - as much as a thousand and a half dollars. For the new big scapegoat, just a wife, by her nature, is not ready for such prices on bicycles.

The woman continued:

Money was made on the back of the bed. And after they were attached, I immediately realized that it was a man’s job. So, until I saw your wife, I unnoticed the bag and hid it in a large room under a picture of the sea and the ships.
So don’t worry, your secret remains only your secret. Good luck, Sergey, and I apologize for the worry.

I think that his new great Sergey simply has to be called “Zoya.”