Our driver had a trouble: someone gave an announcement in the newspaper that an employee was required to work at home and, sealed, indicated his (our driver's) phone. The problem was solved, the phone was reprinted, but the calls continued for two weeks. And then when he finally whispered, at the next call he ringed me to talk. There was a grandmother at the end.

Do you need an employee to work at home?
Do you have a scanner?
Yes, but what is the job?
I: Well, look: a man comes to your house and brings some drawings and documents. If possible, it is better for him to come at two or three o’clock at night so that no one sees him. You scan all these drawings and documents, download them on the flash and the next day put them under the stone in the park, I will show you under which.
Baby (uncertain): what are the drawings?
I: So when it is a tank, then a plane, then a rocket. The aircraft carriers have gone well lately, or the submarines. Salary in dollars. And decent.

A long silence in the telephone.

Baba (with a shaking voice): You know, I just burned my windows, so I can’t.

He dropped the phone.