Three years ago, a colleague, a surgeon from another hospital, approached me with a request to set up a laptop that began to swallow, and he, you see, needed a "cut" for an important matter. It was “Flying”.

What archival problems he needs to solve, I did not specify. He brought to me his apparatus with Hruščov on board, which I properly cleaned from any infection, optimized, killed all the unnecessary, and "necessary" installed. Why “needed” in cakes? You will soon find out.

A normal, routine procedure for your submissive servant, which took no more than an hour. I gave him this note with a light heart and awareness of the "qualitatively" fulfilled 100% promise. Why “quality” in cakes? You will find out now.

He will call me in 24 hours. Have you ever heard the mixture of mat and the simultaneous rusting in the pipe? So I had to. The thing is that I installed him a very "needed" software in the form of a side 9 screensaver. Who doesn't know - a wonderful (any normal man will appreciate) screen in the form of semi-naked girls washing your monitor with soap foam. Here is a link to the video. The interval of operation was set at 15 minutes.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7SgyGnBfRVE

The archival task that stood before this note was to be connected the next day to the projector to demonstrate on the big screen a presentation in Power Point of the achievements of his branch at the next Republican Surgery Society. I was not there because I was on guard. This service was very well accompanied. Otherwise, he would have stunned me immediately after the meeting.

The following happened: There is a report, the slides go to the clock, the notebook works like the clock, the projector - too. The demonstration is temporarily interrupted to answer a number of questions. My colleague begins to answer questions from an educated audience. After 15 minutes, the screen saver is turned on in the dark room. The audience fades. First she looks onto a healthy screen, then it starts to rust. Naturally, students and postgraduates were the first to revive. Then came the professors turn. My colleague stands behind the screen and continues to talk enthusiastically about the advances in endoscopic abdominal surgery. Finally, he feels awkward, turns, becomes pale and throws to the mouse. The girl disappears.

So, out of the hall there were screams of honorable doctors (not students): "Return her back!!!!"