Revolutionaries against their will
Dima came to my office on a recommendation: they said that, despite his age, he was a talented programmer. For a whole month I watched this always sleepy, rumpled, yawning and always late for planning meetings type. A month later, I finally matured the decision to drive him in the neck. And at exactly the moment when I was ready to give the command to the personnel, he knocked on my office and phlegmatically, without even saying hello, said: “I wrote a program for you here.