For the umpteenth time, Victor passed through the gate, which was sagging from time to time. For the second year, he passed through them every month to get to the labor exchange. The specialty of an electronics engineer has long become unnecessary in this city. In the empty shops of the “Red Radio Operator”, where he once worked, the wind has long ruled the wind, driving dust and iron shavings through huge premises. The concrete colossus of the plant gloomily gazed at the boarded plywood windows at the city residents who left it. Sometimes people came here to carry off the remaining copper cables, but soon when everything was stolen, they also stopped appearing here.

Despite the early hour at the entrance, men were crowding around the entrance to the stock exchange. In the midst of this sweaty and distant crowd, Victor noticed Alexander. Once they worked with him in the OTC. He was amazed at the dramatic change that occurred with his friend.

In the past, tall, dark-haired, constantly smiling, but now, in his 45 years, he was more like an old man. Gray hair, ashen gray with a painful yellow face, a tattered jacket and a look ... The eyes in which naughty sparks used to play were now empty. Yes, empty. In the eyes of others who came, one could see deaf anger, anxiety, a light of hope, but Alexander's eyes were empty.

- Sasha, a hundred years. What are the fates?

- Vitek, glad to see. I did not think that when we meet. I thought you waved away.

- Oh, come on, where will I go?

- This is you then. You and 40 are not, and you have a golden head. - Alexander smiled unnaturally.

It was evident that he himself didn’t believe that anyone could run away from this perishing soaked through with coal dust and the edge smelling of technical alcohol. The latter has recently been used in quantities unmeasured. Muddy burning liquid drank it all. Men, women, old people, children. All who have the strength to bring a glass to his mouth. Yes, and why this glass, always where there is a can. You can, of course, drink "from the throat", but then no one could guarantee that everyone would get equally, and this is the first step towards swearing, which was often a prelude to a brutal stabbing.

Even near the doors of the exchange, four men stood in a circle drank fiery liquid, causing envy among less fortunate comrades.

The doors opened and the crowd from the street flowed into the narrow corridor of the exchange. Victor stood for a short time before the bulletin board, and stepped through the door of the office.

- So, I found. Victor Smirnov ... - the fat girl was squeamishly going over the cards - Electronicsman mean? -

- Yes, but you do not look at it. - Victor was disgusted with himself. I cursed in front of some office crap

- Drink a lot? - Voros stunned Victor. - Here in the neuropsychological supply manager is needed. But if you drink, it will not work, we have already sent three of them. So no more than a month did not stretch out. All the Khanygs turned out to be, so they were quickly thrown back. - The girl looked at Victor appreciatively.

- Yes you. At work, never ... -

- All of you say that. - The girl wrote something on a piece of paper. - Well, God is with you. Here is the address and see for yourself.

The boarding school was in the suburbs. The 100-year-old dilapidated building of the former estate now served as a refuge for five hundred mentally ill people who were brought here from all over the region.

There was not enough space and, over time, squalid and ugly white brick extensions stuck to the main building. However, this did not help too much in the room where the “oppressed” maid lived in pre-revolutionary times and now placed eight citizens of the “country of victorious socialism”. When Victor went inside, he was hit in the nose by a pasta cocktail of smells. It smelled of bleach, urine, old sweat, and from the kitchen it pulled burnt fat and sour cabbage.A few old women in pressed-on hospital coats were pressed against the walls painted with detached from time to time and poor ventilation with blue paint. Most of all, Victor was struck by the fact that there was almost absolute silence. Like all people, he represented the mental hospital as the most troubled place on earth and was ready to see such holy fools in the style of old Russian artists, with disheveled beards and burning mad eyes, shouting prayers or singing songs in a nonexistent language. But it was quiet around, just under the gusts of wind the rassified window leaf creaked.

The recruitment procedure was quick and routine. The chief doctor, a well-groomed woman of about 50 yawning, flipped through the workbook and asked a few trivial questions that she would work here, but “if you hit it, I’ll throw it out right away.”

- Head, and the head of the holiday all the same, and the working day is over. - Red mug Gennady prayed shrunk, But do not be afraid no one will notice.

“You’ll be lying in the copter and then take the rap - Victor understood that nothing would change from his permission or prohibition and the celebration of the Eighth March will be marked by another grandiose drinking party.” For a month of work, Victor came to an absolutely inevitable conclusion: drinking was insurmountable.

Within a few minutes, the people crammed into a small cabin. The 4th ward Vasily Nursing proudly put the three-liter three-thirds on the table, filled with a clear liquid, when looking at which the assembled lads immediately felt good. Nurse Olga in a businesslike manner sliced ​​bread and knows what happened to a piece of smoked tenderloin, the appearance of which Basil put it vaguely, "well, sometimes she brings something to her psychos." The holiday has begun. Toasts, jokes and jokes flowed like a horn of plenty. Needless to say, Olga was the center of attention. Pretty 32 year old woman with a figure of an 18 year old girl and a right face. She herself knew that she was always in the center of male attention and always tried to show herself from the most attractive side. And now she was wearing a short skirt that barely covered half of her deliciously slightly plump hips. Now, when she was sitting on a low couch, Victor, who was sitting opposite, could admire both her legs and her white panties for as long as possible. Once, however, her passion for too frank outfits played a cruel joke with her. Somehow one not moderately sexually active patient dragged her to the toilet. It was at night, and while the orderlies figured out what was happening, they found out from the screaming where everything was happening, Olga was already “handled”. When the door of the toilet was broken down, a most entertaining picture appeared to the eyes. Olga was lying on her stomach on the windowsill and a healthy fellow, putting a knife to her throat with her dick, without looking at the screams, frantically rammed her anus. While he was being persuaded to throw out the knife, he never pulled the organ out of Olgina’s ass, and for ten minutes he publicly continued to fuck her. Fortunately, the psycho finished off and for a moment lost his guard, and that was enough to knock out the knife. But unfortunately, Basil was drunk and did not do it very well. So now Olgin's neck was “decorated” with a small but noticeable scar. After this story, Olga did not appear at work for about ten days, but the matter was hushed up and none of the outsiders heard about it, and now she was more worried about the scar and not “shamed honor”. In time, Olga, in a narrow company, joking Vasily as a joke for his “Sambo”.

Now Olga sat leaning against Vasily. The latter, who had become pretty drunk now and then, grabbed Olga by the knee and tried to shove his hairy paw under her skirt. In response, she laughed coquettishly, throwing off his hand, but after a minute everything repeated again. Alexey, who was sitting next to him, was a nurse of the women's section, and he also tried to stick his hand to Olgin's charms, but. meeting eyes with Vasily. from this venture quickly refused.

- Oh boys, it's hot here, Olga threw off her robe and stayed in a white blouse with a deep neckline. -

- Olya you ... you, well, just Me ....