a word from alexander polivka. food court in a shopping center of the capital.in full swing, and there is no end to visitors. but for some it's a workday. ended before it even began, the police burst out at the catering point and not at all during lunch. and there is no house nearby, the cook, along with her passport, forgot from home and the documents confirming her employment, in the end she nervously called the employer to send at least a photo. now, now i'll show you. the saleswoman was lucky, the director sent the pictures on time, what can you say about these cooks at the libyan cafe? everything is clear, come with us. the natives of libya found themselves without documents at all, let alone a patent? to work in our country, together with these chefs, their colleagues were checked. the illegal cooks were taken to technical rooms so as not to interfere with the work of other cafes, the police went around several more restaurants, and so they found seven illegal cooks. none of them, of course, have mandatory medical records. employers of such foreign special