Bakery. A family business. The daughter, around 45, all made up and in high heels—she doesn’t step into the kitchen, she has her own office. The father, who came in last and started working with the dough. Two workers. One is “Budyonny.” A big guy with a bushy mustache. The other is “the kind lady.” A completely round woman with a small, almost bald head on top and a warm smile. If you try to guess their professions by their appearance, you won’t be mistaken. The guy and the lady are either in the kitchen or in the shop.
Their large air conditioner fan broke down. It needs to be replaced. It’s in the bakery, above the suspended ceiling. In the summer, on a ladder, with a heavy fan and even heavier, oversized, awkwardly fitted ceiling panels made of boards and some kind of decorative covering. You get the idea 🙂
The T-shirt could be wrung out.