I came to the office, I got out of the car and the man immediately runs.

My friend, give it up! Has Gazelle swallowed, there is a wire or wire?

- There is a thread, but I will not pull my old Chinese loaded gazelle. I am sorry.

No, it’s to whom to eat. Give me trousers!

“Hold, I won’t wait, take the rope out of the door as you finish.

Yes Yes Yes...

He couldn’t wait, he had to leave. I go back, go into the office and see a dirty piece of wire lying near the door. Well, okay, I get up to fold it normally and I see that it is broken in two places and bound as an ambulance hand. Well, fuck him, the wire has been five years old and it was time to change it, in principle, it's not a pity. I turn to the operating girls and ask, “Al thank you for the thread said?” I will continue with a dialogue from which it is still warm on the soul. A man runs for a long time, inspects the office and gives:

and E! Where is long?

Who do you need?

Is it long and black?

What question are you on?

Yes to X.

He throws the thread, turns and leaves. I think it’s good that I left, or maybe I’d even spit in my face for giving such a bad thread.

There is no morality. Feelings are not affected, so nothing burns. All good and sweet!