Jozker: I sit in my office, suddenly I hear a timid but persistent knock at the door
Jozker: A young man is flying, and immediately from the threshold begins to smile to me as if I am a pop star and he wants a child from me.
Jozker: It is represented by Heraclius and begins with the words "I know that in your Directorate there are exceptionally highly educated and skilled, and exceptionally culturally developed people, I would like to offer you tickets for a wonderful show."
Jozker: Without having the time to say highly culturally, “Yes, Heraclius, I am happy to go naked, you go after me FAST!”" My boss breaks into my office, Heraclius hides behind her from the force of the door that opens, and she doesn’t see him entering. In her manner of a former high-ranking prosecutor, she declares that they have sent a request again and must be answered this time so that they understand that we are angels and they are fucks in boots, and how the hurricane is flying out of the office further.
Jozker: The door like a movie slowly returns to its place.. distributor Heraclius captured my understandable smile, shakes his legs (in the style of Rzhevsky "honour I have") and silently leaves my office in silent silence.
Jozker: I think next time he will bring us flyers to "Leningrad" instead of tickets to the theater.