I lived on the 16th floor. In the afternoon, the grandmother and the copnik (son of the one) come with the claim: we throw, we hinder sleep, they are out of shift. The question is, who are you? It was from the 14th floor. I asked the residents 15. Answer: We were there, they said that you are tapping and transferred to 14. So I learned that 15 live hatred, and 14 are stupid.