We are building GRES in the city and once the builders decided to get stuck. They found somewhere a towel and pants, filled with t-shirts and sent the redest down the dam with the order to lie down. Next to the dam there is an administrative building where the chief is sitting. From there, the chief of the shift comes out, gets a cigarette and begins to melancholy stretch. At this point, the men drop the "maneken" down. Now imagine the boss’s reaction, he’s standing there smoking, he hears a wild mat from above and shouts: “Petrovich!” and sees a man flying down. His eyes are probably the size of a fifth. And now imagine his astonishment when the 'body' stands up, shakes off and says, 'Well, it's not lucky all day. It was funny, and the brigade was deprived of the prize.