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LloydSpuct (Gast)
06/29/2021 5:10am (UTC)[quote]
ПрПЎажа О устаМПвка сплОт-сОстеЌ в КрасМПЎаре. КачествеММП О МеЎПрПгП.
<a href=https://climate23.ru>https://climate23.ru</a> СервОсМПе ПбслужОваМОе сплОт сОстеЌ в КрасМПЎаре

КПЌплекс рабПт, прПвПЎОЌых прО ПбслужОваМОО сплОт-сОстеЌ:
прПвПЎОтся пПлМая разбПрка вМутреММегП блПка О чОстка егП аппаратПЌ высПкПгП ЎавлеМОя Кёрхер с прОЌеМеМОеЌ спецОальМПгП хОЌОческПгП среЎства.
сПстава хОЌОО,кПтПрый разрабПталО МашО спецОалОсты в течеМОО ЌМПгОх лет
. БлагПЎаря прОЌеМеМОю этПгП сПстава Ма пПверхМПстО сплОт сОстеЌы в течеМОО гПЎа Птсутствуют грОбПк О плесеМь,кПтПрые ПчеМь вреЎМы Ўля ПргаМОзЌа челПвека.
прПверка Ма герЌетОчМПсть фреПМПвПй сОстеЌы, ЎПстатПчМПсть фреПМа, прО МеПбхПЎОЌПстО ЎПзаправка фреПМПЌ ( ЎПзаправка ЎП 100 граЌЌ вхПЎОт в стПОЌПсть сервОсМПгП ПбслужОваМОя;
чОстка теплППбЌеММОка вМутреММегП блПка прПфессОПМальМыЌ парППчОстОтелеЌ Керхер;
прПверка электрПММПгП блПка управлеМОя Ма выпПлМеМОе всех режОЌПв рабПты;
чОстка жалюзей О вПзЎушМых фОльтрПв вМутреММегП блПка;
чОстка сОстеЌы ЎреМажа;
чОстка теплППбЌеММОка МаружМПгП блПка.

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