I remembered another story from the sanatorium, where I worked as the head of IT.

Winter, clothes, something sick from the sky. I sit in my office, pressing the buttons. A call from a distant corps.

- Max, here is the cartridge, let somebody come and change it.

Okay, we will arrange it.

I go to the department with the guys. There are two admins, the others have gone somewhere.

- Men, here in the office 123 I need to change the cartridge, who will go?

The men look out the window, at me.

1: I just came.

And it’s ugly on the street.

I: Let’s throw a coin? Choose who what.

I have an eagle! And you are participating?

It is really ugly on the street. I don’t want to get rid of the context.

I: - I, as the boss, will finally reveal and my rib will be.

So, then I have a problem, what...

I get a coin and throw it. It failed to catch, she hits the table, jumps, jumps away from the floor and dives behind the plinth at the wall.

On the rib.

I: Fuck, no one pulled my tongue.

Men are laughing.

I take the cartridge, carry it, change it. Because I have to keep my word :)