The story was remembered when in his youth in the early 1990s he worked at the bread mixer. The workers plundered bread for livestock food, and the director fought in vain with this phenomenon in every way.
And here somehow - at midnight, at the end of the evening shift, the aunts slapped the bags with puddles (a dozen fresh puddles enter the bag if they are splashed), and here suddenly the police bowl passing by includes flashes, a sirene for a few seconds, and then in the matyugalnik on the whole street announces: "City, don't P#ZDITE BLOOD!"