15 years ago my parents had a small tour firm, besides them only 2 employees. They mainly traveled on business trips. And they had a regular customer, with very good orders.



One day he urgently needed tickets, but there was no opportunity to come for them. I ordered it and took it home to my wife. Only my daddy in the car. Everything was done quickly and lucky.



I came to the entrance, called the home phone, went in and on the staircase realized that the elevators are not called. Then often in new buildings they were still refined after giving up the house, sometimes even a couple of months.

I went to the 10th floor, but there was nothing to do.



From the client’s wife:

I opened the door and stood and waited. A minute or two, the elevator does not go. I think he should get up already. Here, from the stairway hole, a man's head appears, and, breathing deeply, he stretches the envelope.

As I was ashamed, I forgot to warn the home phone that the elevator from the second floor is being called, and the ad below is hardly visible. I pull a hundred rubles and I hear “Don’t... Fuck... I’m the director. “Better water”



Since that history, much has changed, the tour firm has burned, had to get out of a rather deep crisis, but at the same time a very strong friendship between our families began. Everything happens ?