I live on the 5th floor, house without elevator. In the apartment, as it is customary to speak, goes "renovation". Naturally, all "old and unnecessary" - on the landfill. The turn of the bath is 200 liters, Castunin. How much weselves do not know, but heavy-ah.
Tightening half on the staircase, seven sweats sued. Fully impossible - neighboring apartments barricading. Further without helpers - well, in no way. Sat down to smoke. And the cigarettes of TJU ... ended. Okay, I go to the store, at the same time, calling someone on beer with a launch of the bath. Go down to the courtyard. There are two personalities, plumbing outforth. Just from the bald, I say:
- Guys, you do not need a bath? I have a repair. I need to pull out the fifth ...
- And how much?
I pretend at how much the friends-assistants will cost, I divide in half ...
- "Two 0.5!
I see the work of thought on friendly physiognomies.
- Agree! Where is the cast iron?
- In this entrance, on the fifth floor. There Mother at home, say that from me. I, while in the store drifting.
I go to the store, bought cigarettes and promised 2 to 0.5. Returning home, there is no bath entrance. Apparently, without payment - no work! Logical.
Raise home ... There is no bathroom on the bathroom! ... I do not understand anything, I open the door. Mother comes to meet.
- And where? ... bathtub ...
- Two some peasants came. They said that we agreed with you about the bath. Gave money. They said so that you bought himself. And took her with them ...
Just stack on the wall on the floor ...
By the way, the money was exactly 2 to 0.5. Thank you guys!
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