Friday brings a special atmosphere to the office space. Everyone sits, buried in the monitor and diligently clicks on the keyboard buttons, completing the current work and capturing the work planned for the next week. On the floors in the corridors you will not meet anyone, with rare exceptions. So I am very surprised when I walk into my waiting room and almost bump my foreheads with a red-haired guy.

- Mr Nelson? Did you want something? - I'm more interested in politeness from a confused programmer. What he wanted, I already know. More precisely, whom.

- Good morning, Mr. Barrett, - the young man greets me, which I did...