This vacuum cleaner company reminded me of a religious sect: I could not get rid of them for months, even by throwing the bell. Finally, the girl cried out that she would be fired unless she showed me her unfortunate vacuum cleaner. I could not withstand and gave up. There were two: the same girl and her boss, a young, impressive guy. Maybe it’s hypnosis, but I was really determined to put them out in ten minutes, and only put them out in four hours. All this time, the girl was dealing with the real Kamasutra with her huge vacuum cleaner and its numerous ticks, and at the same time she continuously cuddled. I still can’t get rid of the feeling that I have to devote the rest of my life to dusting out the billions of tiny monsters that have grown in my carpets and clothes. The guy, no fucking help the girl, recorded in a notebook each of her cheeks. How do you get her out here? Finally, a guy asked me to give a contact to who else can offer their unique products. I suggested that if I give it, they will stop bothering me. I gave them the phone of my worst enemy. The guy broke into the notebook and said – this won’t go, let’s go again. “How will it not go?” “I’m upset,” he said, “he’s making a good job, just for your vacuum cleaner for five thousand dollars. I am not the one who has struck you!” The answer was surprisingly simple and logical: “You understand, he just gave us your phone...”