Oleg went into the office and called out to a friend. Vlad sent an annoyed look and continued to rummage through the desk drawers. There was a strong smell of coffee in the office. The cup was on the floor.

- What's going on?

“I don’t remember where I put the fucking folder,” Vlad muttered, not looking up from his search. - It was in the safe ... or I did not return it.

- You're getting old, - Oleg habitually went to the chair. - It is necessary to write down, if with memory ...

- Are you on business or just taking out the brain?

- Maratik will...