The guys served more than good. Of all the soldiers at the airport, they had the most sour living. Around the airfield there are actually a lot of different parts, sometimes even different types of troops. The participants in this narrative served in the military sector of the regional air traffic control center. Conscripts only 9 people. Neither bullying nor marching for 6 hours a day. Leave - at least every day. Another "white bone" were considered the guys from the crews, mostly arrows. They and the barracks were nearby, if you could call a two-room house and a small hallway a barracks, of course, with a bedside table and a telephone. The police department (it has nothing to do with the police - Air Traffic Control) still had those. positions at the aerodrome: parking of mothballed stations, direction finders and radar stations, operating stations and antenna site. Well, there, of course, and the garden, garden, bathhouse.

At first there was one bath at the airport, and the soldiers were driven there when it was already cooling down to splash around with remnants of lukewarm water. Its bathhouse arose in the household of the communication group almost by accident. The chairman of the collective farm once asked to give him a soldier of the forest for firewood. He went with the group commander to drink, and left the soldiers to cut. The soldiers looked at the curves of the tree-stick, they said, well, it is, on ... easier to move 100 m, pile straight pines and GAZ 66 to drag. How long?

The dated chairman comes out, looks at his firewood and goes nuts. The soldiers piled pines from the nursery, where they grow some special sort of pine for some terribly strategic goals. Trees there each registered. True, it turned out not so bad, the soldiers scored young pines from the still uncut part, where the trees had not yet been numbered.

The chairman could not retain this business, but gave it to the warriors with pleasure. If they find something, they say, it is they, the bastards, have filled up. There were enough logs for a good five-wall bath with a large dressing room, soap and a steam room. A prapor from the same group of connections, at familiar river men, welded from 12 mm steel a sauna stove, which could be heated both with firewood and liquid fuel, which was always enough at the aerodrome. So it appeared right on the airfield behind the antenna platform, this is the bathhouse.

Naturally, the soldiers were allowed in there and the guys from the crews. The prapor did not refuse his commanders. The commander of the unit went with the whole family, and also rented out to other commanders in the garrison, when it was necessary to meet the check or who else.

On a bath day, and for some reason it was Monday at the airdrome, all the “leftists” washed themselves from lunchtime, “theirs” before the retreat, and the whole night remained on duty shift. In general, the duty shift was supposed to go to bed from one stage to the next (4 hours), and it was only allowed to remove the boots and unfasten the x / b hook. But the communications workers managed to reach into the bathhouse and a direct telephone and a remote control unit for direction finders. In the event of an alarm, it was possible to start working directly from the bath.

Here is one of these bath days ml. St Potekhin, and simply Andryukha, stood up for the eldest. He didn’t have to dawn that morning, as the freshly baked Major Gvozdyov, the moron, broke the direction finder again, hit the locator setting and broke the wire in the tape recorder. And he also did not want to send the car, had to call him, and say that through the guarded parking lot ml. With Potekhin from the barracks to the control tower before 8 am did not get through. Let comrade major contact the guard and let them come for jr. S. Potekhin on the guard car. Otherwise, Comrade. Major will have to pass a change with incidents.

Andryukha did not want to shuffle back 3 km to the barracks for a divorce. Empty, in fact a formality, which is often neglected. So he was sitting in the smoking room, waiting for the delivery UAZ to drive up to go straight to the position. Then a flock of girls in a “civilian uniform” fell into the smoking room.Andryukha knew all the women, including civilians, who served and worked at the aerodrome, but these are not. In total there were five of them, and all at first glance, older. Starting from the age of 22. The UAZ came up, the girls jumped into it, and Andryukha stayed to finish smoking - also the “crickets” from the meteo should come up and the electricians from the runway.

Then Vovka, the driver, leaned out into the right window (“gray bone”, from ABATO, but the call is older):

- Well, what, Duch? Are you going to wait?

- Do not drive you. Still the same meteo, electricians.

- And who is this? - Vova waved his hand behind his back, - And the electricians already in the morning everything is on the runway.

So this is new, neighbors. And the "crickets", probably, at a new point, were sent to the taiga. Civilians are not sent there, that's for sure. FIG who agrees.

Shy at heart, especially with women, Andryukha for 1, 5 years of service had become stupid, matured and developed a real command voice.

This very voice once nearly killed him. He once walked in the evening in the city with a local girlfriend and her dog. They stopped with a friend to kiss (and they didn’t do anything else, in fact), and the dog jumped, pulled the leash and interfered. Andryukha shouted at him with all his sergeant power:

- Lie down!

And out of the corner of his eye, he saw something falling side by side silently to the ground. This something turned out to be two lieutenant paratroopers, probably just from Afghanistan, and accustomed to execute commands immediately. Realizing that they, fighting officers, put some rear sergeant, lieutenants rose with an expression that could not be interpreted ambiguously. Only advantage in knowledge of the area saved Andryukha from inevitable reprisals.

- Hi girls! - said the unleashed and self-assured grandfather Duch, who entered the salon.

“Oh, where were you, soldier, when I was a girl?” - Replied the little, plump brunette, the most militant.

“Probably he was sitting on a pot,” the white-manly dilda, no less than Andryukha, picked up.

- Yeah, on it. And you, - dalde, - twisted on your knees, while she, - fighting, - was watching the weather.

Friendly laughter meant friendship won. Girls about the army did not know anything, they are all graduates of the Leningrad Hydromet, and got here by distribution. The girls were interested in how the soldiers live, what they eat and what they drink. Not wanting to seem an alcoholic, Andryukha said that he personally loves kefir very much, and in proof he showed a bottle just bought in a chip.

- And there is much easier from kefirchik? - asked combat.

The chaste Andryukha did not understand at first, only the lustful laughter of the weather soothsayer brought him the frivolous tinge of a joke.

“Not yet,” replied an experienced soldier, five minutes before the demob, Dyukh, and unnecessarily carnivorous, what was required just to disguise his shyness, looked around the ladies present here.

“Oh,” one exclaimed, when they were approaching the position, “is that your bathhouse?”

- Bath.

- Sauna or steam room?

- Whichever you want, and so on. Just call first, after twenty-two, today I am on duty. Junior Sergeant Andrei Potekhin, - already patched Andryukha through the closing door of the departing UAZ.

As Andryukha himself didn’t have any intentions to the girls and considered his words merely a rattle to keep up the conversation, he also appreciated the words of the girls. Of course, he told the news to his own, said that there would now be "women" on the weather. How many of them and how old they look. Everybody looked at each other and expressed their wishes regarding such a neighborhood. Soldiers for the most part only pretend that they cannot even think about anything else. In fact, none of the women who served at the airport suffered from these soldiers' fantasies. And about the bathhouse and his promise Andryukha forgot, even when the door of the UAZ door slammed.

After the gate was closed behind the LAZON, who took the washed soldiers to the barracks, Andryukha gave Gosha the task to air ...