There is a woman in the office, Masha. She borrowed all of her connections in the makeup industry (or as it is right there) and even managed to touch men with recommendations on the right makeup of the face. This is why? Oh well okay. Lunch, the chief of the department comes out of the counters' office, goes out, notices Masha, who today came in a very bright camouflage... makeup - something blue-green-chren-think what. The counter stops at half-step, looks closely at Masha, turns to the corridor and says:
Oh yeah yeah yeah!
The noise is admin. The counter pointing to the male:
Here is!
is exactly?
I tell you!
Meaning is?
The same, only the whole. The counter makes a “rounding movement” with the hands, like the ball shows.
to obey!
Both are out. Masha, whining her ass, climbs to the door and screams:
What did you discuss?
The accountant's voice is heard.
And still still? Masha insists sharply.
A corpse rotting in the swamp!