This is my case from my past life in Kazakhstan. At the beginning of the academic year, a girlfriend from the Department of Automation approaches me, we conduct usual conversations - these take, these do not take; here the old man is good, this group is blatant (as they talk about us, so do we about them). And then he says - there are rumors about some afferist - an evening worker who does nothing, and receives accounts. Let me say it automatically, and you will hold it back with your complaint. Why not, let me.
The attacker was fun, clever, charming, and until I needed anything from him (in the form of tasks), we made our best to be friends. Close to the session comes the same girlfriend and says – I gave up.
The story is this - they sent them with a coworker after work for something to some institution and they stuck in the elevator. To her claustrophobia, the fellow servant added terrible stories about those trapped in the elevator. And when the mechanic responded to their calls and cries and released them, she was ready to give him half kingdoms and marry him, but he only needed a bill, which she did without leaving the elevator. It happened to be ours.
Stay with Bender.
and my story. As usual, in the autumn, the teaching staff is sent to the base to collect potatoes. There were enough buses for everyone, and back to the one who stumbled, had to walk to the track. It’s dark, cold, tired, we don’t need a hundred years. Everyone is desperate. Suddenly the minibus stops - soft light, warm, quiet music. We sat down on our seats and went happy. After a few minutes, the driver brakes, turns toward us and I hear a native voice. "So, with mathematics order, with English agreed, problems only with deceit. So, comrades teachers, are we going on, or are we going off?” And I see, as soon as the benevolent faces of my fellow servants turn into rows, it is clear what they will do to me in case of refusal. Of course I Kiev.
Then we greeted him for a long time.
Talent is what a man can do.