- No, well, can you imagine? Bulka creaked in her chair. “I knew that nothing good would come of this. That's because, what an infection, threw the keys and fled. Didn't even close the office. Lyudmila Ivanovna, what will happen now?

- I listened to you, Tatyana! The accountant shook her head in dismay. - Okay, maybe they missed each other. There will be. Call, come on, Zinovieva, so that tomorrow, like a bayonet, she will be at work. Otherwise, it will fly out.

Herman waited for the end of their conversation and went up the stairs, where the warehouse for finished products and the cutting room were located. The...