I came to the tax office, the guard asks who I am, opens the door in front of me and moves forward with a bold step. I sneak after him, along the way thinking that in the tax again jumping with security and customers security now carries to the spot. He opens one door along the way, then another, I follow, then turns to the left (although my inspector is sitting in the room to the right), I automatically think “blin, they’ve been transplanted again.” I turn after him and suddenly I realize that I am in a man’s toilet!