Already, in its entirety was 94, the period of the collapse of socialism, the period of the collapse of the whole foundation, all of what our parents were so accustomed to and all that our grandfathers fought for. The collapse in everything, in the economy, in the moral foundations, of psychology, in the country was real bedlam. Gorbachev’s many hours of monologues got it all, an active loafer, just a philosopher, a demagogue, and all, with Yeltsin coming to power, there was hope, but only hope. There was no money, hyper inflation, every morning it was necessary to change the prices of goods, the wages were not given out over the years, the pensions froze, the country slowly degraded and died out. And I had to live during this period, I remember and shudder.

We literally fled from Tajikistan, the war began, first the Koreans, Germans left, then the Russians, it was an escape. I married not so long ago, Irka, the wife of a smarty, beautiful, black hair, white skin, a passionate girl, and still a son, slept during the day, and at night I arranged a performance like a young father, I was angry, but I understood that he was not here moreover, and yet angry. We arrived in Tyumen, in the very collapse, the stores are empty, there is no registration, there is nothing to get only by coupons, and there are no coupons because there is no registration, hopelessness, and in a week my from Dushanbe should arrive. I knew one thing, no one will help me, no one can advise what to do, will not prompt, and simply will not invite to spend the night.

And in spite of all this, I began to work, I did not run in search of work, but sat down at the typewriter, took a handful of legal literature and started writing the charter, my first small enterprise, before that there were only cooperatives, but with the advent of the new government an opportunity to legalize clandestine business. But what to do next, I also did not know, I knew only one thing, I need money for an apartment, at least to rent, then just live and only after that I can buy at least a tiny but my own apartment.

Time crawled, literally crawling through the snail's steps, I opened an enterprise, took out a loan, bought one of Tyumen’s first computer and a laser printer, and the printer, this is something, is fantastic, and began with a simple one, just print forms, business cards and manually cut, but the money went. Difficulties did not pass, there were ruins, setup, collapse, but I got up and lane further, probably only because I had no other option. Now I had a network of enterprises, a trading house, shops, services, real estate, I was the largest video pirate in the city, KamAZ trucks came in with tapes weekly, hundreds of VCRs wrote without stopping, they could not repair tape recorders, they just threw your dream of being independent.

Despite the presence of a sufficiently large amount of money, I remained moral, that is, if we had a sabant, in a narrow circle of guys, I had my own team, I never ordered prostitutes, I was not interested, the guys in other things dragged them to me , they considered themselves obliged to look after me and dragged them to me, but I just chatted with them, the girls did not understand me, but they said thank you. I had my own team, Victor, my deputy, Andryushka, director of one of my enterprises and manager of a trading house. They are five or seven years younger than me, excellent, funny guys, I could rely on them, but they loved to take a walk, they thought that life was not only about work, but also about rest, so they had parties with our women in the office , there would be a reason, but I am only glad to this. Irka was especially pleased, she was bored with sitting at home, the children, now I had the second son and she was busy with them all the time. Here these days she came off to the fullest, helped to organize, and then dances, games, and so on until the morning, while they kept their feet.

Irka, she’s like six years younger than me, I don’t remember the dates at all, how many, for what, then I was told that I was 30 years old, I didn’t believe it, I got at the calculator, I thought meth so about 26, well, or so. Our whole company was about the same age, it seems that I was the oldest there, they easily found topics for communication, I usually sat aside, smiling and looking at them. I don’t really like to say, I think that you have to open your mouth, when you have something to say, I couldn’t imagine how easy it is to talk, literally because there’s nothing a topic and now they are churning so hard, it's cool, I just thought .

Deep autumn, the snow had already fallen, but he was still munching under his feet, his salary was delayed again, miners went on strike in Moscow, the war in Chechnya, terrorist attacks, and I lived in some other world. We supplied the office to the sales center, it’s like toys for children, everything sparkles, everything is interesting, even simple buttons and paper clips caused people to be delighted. Our salon was not just a store, but a real exhibition, people came to see outlandish goods, were surprised at prices, our Soviet puncher was simple for 3 rubles, and foreign, beautiful and convenient, I will not hide, but its price was over 70 rubles and bought And so it was with the whole list of office.

At the end of November, we had a holiday in our office, I don’t remember a reason, and I don’t need to know about it, employees should be proud of their place of work, appreciate it and be able to relax, and we had a rest that evening perfectly. I also knew one rule, the chief doesn’t stay until the end, he must take the time to leave and leave the party, but Irka wanted more, more, she even played a prank, flooded her legs. Victor, seeing this, offered to take champagne or even vodka, and go to the sauna. About saunas, the period of mess in the country, she was probably the only form of entertainment, well, of course if you don’t count restaurants, but I was damn boring in them, and neither the canteen, nor the cafe, gloomily and boringly. Therefore, I gladly agreed, Victor waved his hand and immediately, out of breath, with a red face, Andryushka jumped, and within minutes we were sitting in a taxi and rushing somewhere in the countryside. We didn’t invite anyone else, although I still had a deputy, Lyudmila, but she is conservative about saunas and similar entertainment, so we rushed through the night city, Irka clung to me and smiled happily.

None of us was ready for a sauna, especially Irka, so, taking huge sheets, rolling them in, we first went to the steam room. Why go to the sauna, if you do not sit in the steam room, burning heat, the skin turns red, sweat drains from your face, gets into your eyes, you blink and smile happily, grunting with pleasure. My trio as always chatted, Irka sipped champagne, and the guys leaned on the vodka, then the guys retired and oche began to whisper in the corridor, called me.

- We want to invite girls? - said Andrei, and Victor added.

- How are you? - this meant, they say, do not mind.

“No problem,” I agreed.

- And how is Irka? - Victor asked.

“Fine,” I calmly replied, she’s really normal with this, she has enough of her acquaintances who have led a free sex life.

“Or maybe you ...” suggested Andrei.

“No,” I said, laughing.

“So I don’t mind,” just in case, Victor asked, I nodded positively.

The boys ran away to call, and I returned to Irka and said that the guys want to invite girls for their entertainment. Irka was even delighted, and said that she was interested to look at them, saying that she had not seen such ladies alive, and then, for joy, that there would be a new entertainment that slammed a whole glass of vodka. Her eyes blinked wildly, covering her mouth, she jumped out of the rest room, looking for a glass of water. The guys returned upset, they say a bummer, but they promised something there, and if everything is fine, they will bring the party within half an hour.

We then went to the steam room, then dived into the pool, then again returned to the table in the rest room.We didn’t have any snacks, only alcohol, Andryushka was having fun as he could, with joy, he threw off his sheet and flashing his own ...