It was 15 years ago, when cell phones and the Internet already existed, but separately, and have not yet captured our consciousness altogether.

Manhattan, offices for the sale of either shares, or insurance, or advice on where to invest money. That is, the product may be profitable, but not the first necessity. One fat customer can make a monthly profit, but finding such a customer is not easy, and missing is easier. On Monday morning, a well-dressed 30-year-old man comes into the office. Secretary Anetchka asks him to wait and runs into the back room to call the boss:
Will you appear soon? The client came.
What a devil? I just woke up. He should come in two hours.
He says you appointed him for nine.
Well yes. I changed the clock yesterday. Nine in a new way is ten in an old way, in two hours.
They were not transferred there. Nine in the new way is eight in the old way, in five minutes. He is already here.
I am an old bull! We sit here together with our wife, we don’t watch TV, all the clocks turned in the wrong direction. I’m leaving now, but it’s an hour and a half. He will go. This is a fat karas, such a fat karas, I will not find a second such another year. And punctual, the dog. Annie is cute! Do what you want, even if you show him a striptease, even if it passes, do it, but let him wait for me. I will not forget the century, the prize will be issued in two salaries. No at three.

Annette returns to the reception room, but does not know how to carry out the mission assigned to her. The client drinks coffee, tries to engage in conversations, but he answers unambiguously, looks at the clock more and more often and soon stands up.

Do not leave, please! The boss is about to be, says Anetchka supplicantly and stirs the button on the blouse in excitement.
Are you hot? The client asked ridiculously. Well, that is probably an argument. I have 15 minutes left. Continue to.

Annette slowly stretches her blouse and feverishly thinks what to do next. Buttons at this rate will be enough for five minutes. Five more clients will admire her breasts in the underwear, you can still take off the socks, and then? Before the arrival of the boss so not to stand, but to take off the shirt or shirt, especially to give on the desk she is not ready for any carpets.

I can’t do that, says Annika.
What are you offering?
Somehow not so straight. to play.
Dress up poker? can be. Are there maps?
No is...
Then I went.
Stand on! Will the cubes come?
The game bones? It will come, Tatsuya.

Annette brings a beautifully embedded box with nards. The chef is from Samarkand, he has such souvenirs full office.
There are cubes inside.
Shesh beesh? The client asks interested. I have not played for a hundred years. You can?
and a little. The boss taught us, sometimes we play when there are no visitors.
Short for your cough.
And if I win, I’ll stick all the buttons back.
You will not win. Sheesh-Besh is a men’s game, here you need to have an analytical mind. and disperse.

After an hour and a half in the reception room rushes a smiled chef, who got on the way into a traffic jamming and collected all the fines from automatic road cameras. The client and the secretary, red, but fully dressed, gamblingly throw the cubes and move the squats.
“Sorry for the delay,” the boss said. Go to the office and I will tell you.
Do not interfere! The client in the fire does not notice that he has moved not only to you, but to a completely different vocabulary. Be a friend, endure five minutes. This rally leads at 8:7, I have to show her who is the master in the house.

Annette received not only a prize, but also an invitation from a client. Beautiful girls with an analytical mind on the road do not fall.