It has become incredibly boring to live, and, by the way, beautiful sunny weather adds despondency. Spring has come on the street, summer is coming, fool birds are completely crazy, but nothing happens in life. Oh, longing!

Leafing through my diary. Rereading records. All such nonsense. But I promised myself never to edit anything and not to pull sheets from the diary. In the end, this is my life, no matter how ridiculous events may seem over time. Here, for example, the record from not dismantling what date of the month of March 1995 If I am not mistaken, at that time I worked in the advertising agency Media-Model.

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- What a goat he is after all! It is impossible to work with such a goat. He does not understand human language. - this is ruining Sveta, my colleague and friend, part-time. She expresses her own opinion regarding one of the most promising clients of an advertising agency in which I currently work. Our tables are “face to face”, and I have to listen to it more carefully than the others present in the office. Things at the agency are not very good and this order will bring almost a third of the monthly income to the office. Of course, if Sveta finally does not spoil the relationship with the customer.

- Light, and what language do you call human? The goat is from Yugoslavia.

- To all his other disadvantages! He left his homeland in a difficult time. There is a war going on now, and all the rats, like this Steva, have escaped. He here with ponta builds. You should have seen these buildings!

- And what, bad buildings?

- Garbage, not built.

- Have you seen?

- What else was missing! And not going to look.

- Light, you just need a break from communicating with this person.

- What does it mean to rest? I have a meeting with him again tomorrow. Our unfortunate artist is preparing him another version of his corporate identity. You understand, this bastard is making not only me, but also an artist.

- Well, if you want, I will leave tomorrow instead of you. I am aware of this order more than anyone else.

Sveta made a serious face and thought. But I had to blurt it, my kindness would ruin me.

- You know, this is probably the way out. And it's not even about Steve, I still have to work with him. The fact is that I need to write Sasha to a music school, and the recording is done only during working hours, well, as always with us. Listen, you just save me!

Well, everything is clear. She clung to this idea and she wouldn’t get away from me alive.

That's about the way I got to the head of the Yugoslav, I do not remember more precisely the nationality of Steva, a construction company on the creation of corporate identity. We, the artist of our advertising agency, Yevgeny, a very unbalanced and very creative person, sat in the reception office of Steva on hard plastic chairs without armrests and stared at the Yugoslav secretary, terrible as death at dawn. But the view behind the window, which occupied almost the entire wall, in front of which they took it into their heads to put chairs for visitors, was even worse. A kind of March Moscow near the metro station Tekstilshchiki. I have never seen a more awful landscape in my life. However, I have everything ahead.

The Yugoslav secretary was badly combed, scruffly dressed and in age, for sure, could not even interest Balzac. She talked loudly on the phone in an incomprehensible language, from time to time trying to find the necessary paper in the mess that she herself had created on the table. I mentally felt sorry for all the Yugoslav men, our artist Eugene, judging by his facial expressions, too. Eugene was nervous:

- How long do you think he's going to detain us here?

I shrugged my shoulders, at that moment I was concerned that I wanted to write and, in connection with this, it would be difficult for me to concentrate on the negotiations.It is because of such garbage, for sure, serious contracts are being broken down. There is no desire to contact the secretary with the question "Where is your toilet?" She already looks at me like a toad. Still would! I am 50 years younger than her and I have a soft pink suit with a skirt of the length “man, do not pass by,” and this rat must have crooked legs. I wanted to write unbearably, and the “unbearable” moment came, as it usually happens to me, literally ten minutes after the first urge. Lucy, my closest friend, says that this is cystitis, but I think that after all this is a bottle of beer that I drank in the car on the way here. The artist nervously ruffled the corners of the folder with demonstration sketches. He knew Steve, and therefore he no longer loved. The upcoming meeting caused him disgust, which was clearly written on his gloomy physiognomy. Finally, I could not stand it.

- I am sorry ... - I turned to the secretary

“Yes, yes,” she said, “Steven is already ready to receive you.” Please, I ask you all at once.

She crawled out from behind her clumsy dvuhtumbovogo table, limped to the door of the chief and opened it in front of us. My worst assumptions were confirmed - she was crooked. However, it did not make any difference compared to the fact that I did not have time to go to the toilet.

The office in which we entered was small, it was almost completely occupied by a long black table with two rows of office floor chairs, and the space that remained from the furniture was occupied by the owner of the office. Steva was not great - Steva was huge. He was probably two meters in height, besides, he was very broad at the shoulders and very thick. His dimensions he suppressed. When we entered, Steva stood at the head of a long table, where, in fact, was his workplace, and, thus, he appeared to me in all its great and great beauty.

- Sit here, please. - in Russian, Steva spoke very well, his voice filled the entire office.

We settled on the soft half-chairs, Eugene, having prepared an ugly facial expression, unfolded our demo folders. Steva sat down at the head of the place and, looking condescendingly at Eugene, turned his eyes on me. Under his heavy look, the desire to write a little let me go, renewed with a new force.

- I watched everything. Sketches of your agency are again not exactly the ones I asked for.

No, he still doesn’t speak perfect Russian. Eugene fidgeted in the chair.

- I apologize, but last time we discussed everything with you, I wrote everything down, although I completely disagree with your vision concept. I assure you, I have enough intelligence (here, Eugene made a significant pause for persuasiveness) to create exactly what suits you best. You know, I soon have an exhibition abroad. In the old abroad, so to speak.

Eugene continued to speak. It was always difficult to stop this creative person, and if he felt that he did not agree with him, it would be impossible at all. Steva, half-closed eyes, like a cat, looked at me. He had a look, as they say, what the doctor ordered. Honest, fucking look. Yevgeny spoke about his exhibition, about the old foreign country of Bulgaria, in which this exhibition took place several years ago, about reviews, about his style and about experiments in graphics, he finally told about his plans, from which I realized that he had to stay at the agency for a long time not going. I do not know whether I was upset or not about this, but I wanted to write even more.

- And what will the young lady say? - interrupted tedious Eugene Stev, turning to me.

- I would like to know what exactly you did not like in our last version. And, - I crossed my legs and tried to squeeze them as much as possible, because otherwise life simply lost its meaning, - I would also like to hear from you how you imagine your logo. Are there any special wishes? Specifically, what do you want there ...