Blonde Joe: Okay, tell me about your sadness :-)

Ealand: Well... that’s... I just went to hell, and I gave in to hell’s conspiracies.

Blonde Joe: Oh, what did I smoke?

ealand: nothing smoked)) in short, in two words - was insidiously seduced by his subordinates into an unventilated and hollow-ventilated cabinet and was locked there, sitting for an hour and a half.

ealand: released only when I promised to deal with the dress code, and now from tomorrow my soldiers can go to work in shorts and shoes(((