Xxx: Worked somehow while studying at the institute (or rather worked) in an office, a courier. He worked informally, and his salary was hourly.   They were engaged in the construction/decoration of industrial buildings, and I carried the documents to and from the primary accounting. I go to the office and I have the same topic. And to say that the address was wrong is not an option, there was no one else. A small building, part of the square is office, and the rest are empty. To me immediately a guy goes, curls in the face, like let's tell you who you are, who you work, etc. I was confused first, then I say:

- Yes, I don't work here, I wanted to do it, but I don't want to go on the way anymore)

The employee whispered suspiciously, then called my, so to speak, “collega,” Andrew.   Here I, that normal guy, smoked often together. He asks him, Kiev to me:

Does this work for you?

Andrew looked at me, then at the employee, and said:

No, it does not work. Then he asks me:

Are you who you are at all?

I wanted to go to work, I saw the advertisement.

There are no vacancies, sorry.

I went away in general.

The young man, Andrew.

Zzzz:... and I could say that this is a headbuckle.