So then. He was taken to the factory by a man of middle age, a malar. The man with duties did well and even better. It was time to accept a practitioner, one of whom was not intelligent and wise, and it was decided to give her to the malar, so to say, so that at least some benefit would be. He taught her to do tiles and tiles and everything like that. One day they were sent to some technical room to scrap the walls. Going into the room and seeing the bricks folded by the wall, the painter assessed the amount of work on moving the material and sadly said, "Here we are with you and we will fight," which the naive practitioner insensibly asked, "And nobody will see us here?“”