My neighbors struck me last night.

Well, I didn’t sleep until three o’clock when it was watered. Funny something else. There were three apartments in front of me. In every man. In the apartment where the pipe broke, also a man. It was 40 minutes before I arrived. In all apartments above 5 cm of water throughout the apartment. Everyone runs, searches for emergency phones, rescues things, washes clothes, draws cages. The cold water rushes all over.

And only I, when I was flooded, went up, found the necessary crane and blocked the water. I recall - by education I am a physicist-theorist, by work - an organizer-manager, by tendencies - a manager-marketer, by hobby - a programmer-web designer. A spherical pitch in a vacuum. I don’t like to do anything with my hands, I work with my head and sometimes with my tongue. Well, why did not 4 adults who were fed up from the apartments above, who were flooded much stronger and earlier than me, think of finding and closing the crane???? to

Well, yes, the repairs in that apartment were done by the Buratinist Tajiks. The main cranes there are hidden behind the water heater, so that the hand is barely reached, and they are not visible from the outside in principle. But it took me about five minutes to clarify and resolve the situation, of which three minutes I was afraid that I would be powered. Everything floated in the apartment, including the rosettes. All the other neighbors ran around me and were curious about what I was doing and what to do now.