I went to the store - here nearby, to drink hunting, and the water turned off. I decided to take quinoa. The water was turned off for a long time - 2 months without water, they said - the pipes need to be changed, "ridden". The residents gathered money to spend. And here we finally arrived. They do. I go by. Some man (not drunk, which is interesting) rushes across the street, and even the voice is loud: "Rush your left! Well, they finally make water!" "How do I understand it..." – the thought is blurred. As I approached and heard the dialogue, the same man asks the workers, “Who is the most important one here?”!" - "Well, I am." - "Give me a kiss to you!!!". The curtain...