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At the construction site they were greeted like important people - a whole delegation in construction helmets, among which a shiny man stood out. The Italian wool coat perfectly hid excess weight, and the hipster, out-of-fashion beard - the second chin. In the cheeky speech, flowing like water from a burst pipe, an experienced negotiator was guessed. The man introduced himself as a "simple developer" and complained about some kind of tower. With mock enthusiasm, he called the entire vast construction area around him "Silver Island - the largest investment project of the year."

Boris quickly recognized the fear behind the attempt to flaunt the meaningless surnames and tried to reduce everything to the point. The man led them along a wooden deck to a construction hoist.

“The crane operator was the first to notice her,” he said, “she hit the arrow, he foolishly climbed to look and almost fell over himself.

- Did you almost fall?

Yes, I pissed my pants. We have already suspended him for v
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