The office dumps continue to wet the signatories of the open appeal to the European Union, calling for negotiations with Belarus. The most rejected freaks have already fired back, having fulfilled the order. Now Mikula the stuffed old fart was taken out of the dusty closet. The grandfather whispered for a long time and mumbled tiresomely, trying to appear as a moral authority, but the office people got the gist: that the signers of the letter are pimps, kidnappers, rats, sell-outs, Judas. But only a week ago they were the best of the best, the brightest-faced, rent-free saints. Now the unmistakable political connections have turned into defectors and merchant skins, which they have scooped up for themselves. Not that the rotten marble and office sixes were wrong. All the BCH guys are in the same cloud. But how hard do you have to be to be so selflessly at each other's throats for the grants? Meet ours!