A story from the metacombinate.

The factory. In the mid-1990s, lunch time. A temporary and relative silence.

Here, a tractor goes from nowhere and pulls a piece of 1500 pipes, two and a half meters long. Accordingly, the groove is incredible.

The guard, in the face of one lady, on the passageway was tense. The tube enters the passageway. The first thing requires a pipeline, and there are no papers. It must be said that for the prevention of theft of this amount of protection is due a prize.

The guard had already pretended what the prize would be for her.

I forced the driver to write an announcement and blow the tube. Then let go on all four sides.

A tractor was stolen from the factory.