Chapter one. The Agenda

For almost three days now, poor 10th grade student Sasha Konoplev has been deprived of sleep and rest. And all because of this damned draft board. It all seemed to be nice and calm. As Nikolai Fedorovich repeatedly warned, a teacher of military training, each young man who has reached the age of 17 is obliged to register with his district military enlistment office at his place of residence.

It is time, and nowhere to go, Sasha dejectedly went to get up on this account. The typical clerical atmosphere reigning in the military office acted depressingly upon Sasha. For registration, as it turned out, we need a few photos, an autobiography and a school description, so the process of registering Sasha’s personal “pre-conscriber case” took more than a week. I even had to ask for time off from lessons, since the work time of the “second department” coincided with schoolwork.

Time flew by unnoticed from the moment of paperwork, but just recently, seven days ago, Sasha was summoned from a mathematics lesson to the principal’s office and there, among other students who had reached the age of 17, he received his first agenda, the text of which read, that he, i.e., Aleksandr Konoplev, needs to appear in the military enlistment office for passing the draft board and further registration on March 12 of this year by 8.30 in the morning in room 12. On the back of the agenda, explanations were given to the requirements for pre-conscripts when passing the medical board. Something unpleasant appeared from this dry clerical text, which prescribed a neatly trimmed appearance for a medical examination, in clean underwear and freshly washed. I had to go to the hairdresser, where Sasha, as always, was "duped", no matter how much he asked for a haircut not very short. A set of clean linen Sasha prepared in advance with his mother - nothing supernatural. swimming trunks, socks, shirt (Sasha did not organically digest the shirt), weekend pants.

The evening before the turnout, he washed in the bathroom and the whole restless night he remembered all sorts of unpleasant stories of "eyewitnesses" who had attended this kind of event. Most of all, Sasha was worried about the need to go through a commission stripped down to his underpants, and to remove this last cover in separate cabinets. It cannot be said that Sasha was very shy, in the yard and at home he could often walk only in swimming trunks, not hesitating yard neighbors and even girls, always answering that you can walk on the beach like this, and why not at home or in the yard? Tall for his age, Sasha loved to play basketball, though not in a sports team, but as a substitute if someone fell ill. So he was not shy about his sports figure and did not experience any complexes on this topic.

No, not even this worried Sasha, but the fear of a strong erection at the moment when he would take off his swimming trunks on the orders of the military doctor in the presence of say a young nurse in the offices of this stupid draft board. This thought so captured him that he could not fall asleep, losing the infinite options of such shame. Forgetting his heavy sleep, Sasha could not calm his nervous system and even in a dream he often woke up from a sudden strong erection, which further aggravated his endless fantasies.

He woke up in the morning, in the warm puddle of his night sperm, and was forced to wash himself again in the shower from the very beginning so as not to spoil the “combat set” of the prepared clean linen. With heavy thoughts went to his Golgotha, exhausted by nightmares, Alexander.

Chapter Two Tedious journey.

In the military enlistment office, nothing boded well.A man of 100 peers, among whom Sasha did not recognize even the guys from his school, who were freshly harassed and anxious like Sasha himself, he felt very lonely and envied with white envy to those guys who gathered in groups because of neighborhood or acquaintance in sports .. Around 9 am, they began to be built first in height, then they were divided into platoons and started to get into buses, saying that the commission was already operating in a suburban military unit and it was much easier to deliver conscripts there than to arrange everything on the spot at the military registration and enlistment office. As part of the fourth platoon, after repeated roll calls, Sasha finally drove up in the bus to the mentioned HF.

Infinite constructions and roll calls tired the children, many quietly slept on the road - apparently Sasha was not the only one and, most likely, similar problems arose not only in our hero tonight. Having brought the whole contingent of recruits to the location of the unit, the buses turned around and left together, leaving the crowd of children saddened by this turn of affairs alone with black thoughts about the practical impossibility of returning to the city on their own, because there is no money to pay for who did not have it - all the guys didn’t know, and they didn’t guess to bring finances with them in case of this kind. - - Everyone read only the text of the agenda ..

Now it became clear that until all 100 people passed this medical examination, no one could return home. The case was unfolding extremely slowly. It was already 10:30, and the guys were crowding on the parade ground, not even knowing where and in which direction they would have to go. But as it turned out in vain they were worried. From conversations of local ensigns, it turned out that the same buses would take the guys to the city by 17. 00 and that the medical board had been working here for more than one week and that 100 people a day were the usual norm, which the hours by 16. 00 would do. and more intense when they drove up to 200 recruits per day. Again building, roll call but it took much less time than in the morning because the guys already knew their place in the ranks and managed to get to know each other. The recruits marched towards the group of buildings seen on the horizon.

The three-story gray building, adapted for inspecting draftees, was perfectly suitable for these gloomy places. The guys were taken to a spacious gym on the ground floor and ordered to strip down to their underpants, folding their clothes on benches placed along the walls on this occasion. Each platoon occupied three benches, and it was not difficult to find his clothes. Again, everything was mixed up in the ranks, as many have lost their usual landmarks with their outerwear removed. The guys talked for a long time, until they settled in the same manner as in the clothes.

All in the same order, by the squad, the conscripts were parted to the floors in order to load the medical specialists evenly - and the medical board began its work ... All Sasha's assumptions about some kind of forced undressing in the presence of young girls have not yet been justified With the list-card enclosed there for bypassing the specialists, Sasha quickly found his way around the location and number of the rooms. 10–12 doctors had to get the signatures and Sasha correctly chose those rooms where there were few guys at the door, so that by 13 o'clock he had successfully completed a good half of them.

The most loaded were the x-ray room, oculist, otolaryngologist, neuropathologist and surgeon with a sexopathologist and venereologist. By 15 o'clock, our hero has safely visited almost all 12 cabinets, and his card was full of inscriptions - fit - against every line. Emboldened and emboldened, Alexander took his turn to the surgeon, but there was a certain trick - there were several specialists in addition to the surgeon, and as it was now completely clear, they all sat down just because of the nature of their work. naked, and in order not to force them to take off, then put on the remnants of clothes,several people came here, in the waiting room they left their panties and in what mother gave birth went from table to table, behind which sat picky and demanding doctors, examining in detail the intimate places of teenagers who were nervous and sexually aroused. Already under the door of this office Sasha sensed something was wrong. From the former courage there was not even ...