The comrade told me. I recently came to the boss for an urgent call. The head of a serious enterprise, pretty cool on decisions. Because he who holds on to his place tries not to anger him. I talked quickly with a colleague on the doorstep. Molly, what is he calling? It is cloudy, it is talking, it is sitting, it is asking everyone - who is whining. No one confesses. Comrade only shouldered his shoulders - he personally was at all to the point whether the bosses knew about his love of alcohol or not. His direction developed successfully, everything went as it should and even better. Here he comes to the boss. that :

Do you drink alcohol?

Who doesn’t drink!

It looks like we have one. What exactly do you drink?

Everything that burns! After all, he is not drunk at work, but what he spends his free time - the bosses should not be touched.

Oh... well that’s good. I had an Armenian cognac in my closet, brought by Siberians during the visit. And I have all this where - health is not that, doctors forbade drinking. Take it yourself!