Character: Mitrich

One place I feel - we're permanently screwed. Here, as with vodka. Uncork the first bottle, and I see on the bottom a week binge...

Cucumbers how much? You can try?
- Right now! One tried, gave birth to seven!

- May dismiss a fool, has not yet caught on?
- A sore point. It is easy to dismiss, but who else will work? This is at least a nice ass. Speaking of butts, where is the chief?
- Despite all the rumors he's not reported.

- Who does she give birth? After fifteen years of work in personnel?! Don't know, but scary! Who is there now?
- Another "experience, experience". Of those "how I see myself in the company after three years"!
How do you see yourself in three years?
- Signing the order on your shot!
- What an imagination you have!

- Let them learn! They will work in the planning Department, soaked floating in the air with a hatred of all things living and breathing, and we after half a year translate. To work with customers!
- Directly with customers? You feel bad for him.
- If not survive - no. Woe to the losers!
- Kadrovichka as it missed?
She went on maternity leave, taking the secret with him.

It's supposed to be a candidate? Heard - experience, experience, all that?
Yeah, right after graduation, but with five years of experience. He's a freshman registered his company and every six months itself, it increased. To the diploma bore the spices of the highest class, despite the fact that moonlighting on the life of a small shabashki! - Mitrich approvingly shook his grizzled head.
- Fired?
- Such a talent! Why, I do it in a planned attach. Let this experience will be typed.
- Not good you did, they will learn bad. Alcoholism, the scourge, the sin of Sodom - that's what your planning Department.
Standing in the Smoking room two ladies planned poliseno giggled.

The main military, not to the soldiers the benefits, and that he was sick. Otherwise the idleness of a soldier thoughts of divorce, and it is dangerous!

...if I was what the army taught, it's that you can not give up. At all. Never. If you sat down and wings folded – you two hundred. No options. And you flounder, and take out the curve.