xxx: On the ancient Soviet chairs you begin to miss at the moment of realization that from the new-fashioned office you will collect the place of hell. And in the corridor –
YYY: Lie on the table!
The table is busy!
YYY: But you need it!
ZZZ: Stay in the shelves
XXX: What a square, I am here alone.
YYY: You can’t fit the stalls alone?
XXX: I am afraid that not.