The sister writes:
I was at the work of the PDC. One labyrinth pulled a "musical disc that didn't start". From her working laptop it became clear that there was just some kind of vivery, insectarium and what else could be there. We call the intercom to her office to bring a disc. The neighbor answered (another loudra):
I just put it...
One of the Aitishnikovs, having not listened to the end (he had enough), crashes from his place, sits in that office shouting on the move:
by Ejecting!
Further, like in the movies, he flees into the open door, falls on the pulse and slips like a baseball player, managing to press the button for forced removal of the disc, crashing into the chair on which the second labyrinth was sitting. To fight, to fight, to do everything.
In short, the second computer, fame I do not know who, have not had time to infect. The laptop was cleaned, and the disk turned out to be a virologist's nightmare. Aitishnik-athlete is now sitting, cleaning the stove and whispering that it is not necessary to give the cleaner a stove, but to force people to wipe out the stove.