...foursixtythree...

There's a guy in my closet right now, and he doesn't speak much English.
When we bought our condo, we were given a one-year warranty on all work. It's almost a year, and we're finally getting around to getting stuff repaired. Mystery nail holes in my closet, a door that won't latch, peeling caulk around the tub -- the Russian man the developer sent here is going to fix these things. Hopefully. And when he's done, there will be other things that we'll fix ourselves.
So there's a Russian guy in my closet, filling in the nail holes. (maybe the workers didn't have a stud-finder, and this was their brilliant method for figuring out where the shelf should attach?) Later he'll be in my bathroom recaulking the bathtub. Then in the hall, repositioning the catchplate on the furnace room door. Hopefully it doesn't take too long. Hopefully it's done right.