I finished the shift. And as always, with a good mood at the end of the working day, he left his workshop. He sat in his jeep, which was parked next to the shop. Near the shop parked the car just me. I was a shift foreman at one of the foundry shops. And as soon as I became a master, I was immediately allowed to put the car in the factory. The men put their cars near the entrance, on a specially designed, large parking lot. We had a small foundry in our fairly large city. On the territory of the former post-Soviet space. Previously, it was a large machine-building plant "Potorazvalmash". But, unfortunately, our engineering, as is often the case, turned out to be a gift for anyone and for nothing. But steelmaking shops, as it is known, have always been Klondike. And then the machine-building plant collapsed, it could have been specially destroyed. To buy out the production capacity on the cheap. His body as always went under the hammer. And in them appeared auto repair shops, parking lots, warehouses, in general, some kind of workshops there. But, and then another foundry, of course, immediately fell into the right hands. And not long after it turned into a separate plant. Why Klondike, but because we can mold, process, paint any part or product made of steel or cast iron, but at least a tank. Yes, so it will not just sweetie. And as one of the heroes of the legendary film “The Ninth Company” said:

- Piece of art. Absolutely nothing extra.

I was only twenty-four. Of course, the fact that I became a master in such young years was more due to my mother. But I tried too. Received a higher education. He studied conscientiously. Especially because my parents paid for my education. With the red diploma, alas, did not work, but still the result was high. I settled at the factory. Quickly went through all the steps to the interchangeable foreman. You can of course call me another son. But if you take an interest in the men in the workshops, they are unlikely to agree with you. I have always been a very sociable and positive person in the team. I did not smoke, went in for sports, but in smoking rooms with men I often liked jokes. Often boasted of girls whom I changed like gloves. Even actively involved in sports, often did not refuse after the shift. After a shower, stand with the men in the pub. Of course, when I was not driving. Yes, and the car happened, left the shop at night. Who in the factory did not work. It is hardly possible to understand how sometimes after a work shift and the soul there is a hunt for a couple of bottles or rounds of cold foam. And the pub was right there almost at the entrance. Enterprising people in their time tried. And the crawler after the shift and the soul must have been filled up there. We even joked about the profits of this pub. How far is it behind the profits of the plant itself? And whether in general has lagged behind. And so I involuntarily won the respect and love of the team. Yes, they raised me from childhood, preparing for the fact that I would be far from working. My mom was the chief of the accounting department of the plant. My father also worked as an accountant in a local firm. They are still at the institute, when they studied together, got married. Unlike dad at his firm, my mom always played leading roles in the factory. And that's why I went to the factory. And the fact that I will quickly make a career with the appropriate upbringing there, no one doubted. Mom came to the factory then still a young accountant. But her mind and beauty quickly allowed her to rise first to the head of the planning and economic departments, and then to become the head of all accounting. And my mother was always very beautiful. She was quite tall. With awesome figure. With a beautiful modern hairstyle. And a person who has always attracted male views to her like a magnet. Over the years, it is like a delicious wine, everything is beautiful.Her beauty is transformed from the beauty of a young woman into the extraordinary beauty of an adult woman. Although the factory was not a few beautiful women. And quite younger than mom. Mom was already forty-six. Mom is always more beautiful and majestic than all of them. And every man in the factory always, when he saw, could not take his eyes away, as if hypnotized. Over time, it even became a symbol of the plant. Inaccessible queen. A lot of rumors circulated that she was the mistress of the then plant manager Gleb Petrovich.

Gleb Petrovich managed the plant since the nineties. Now he was taken to the management of the company in a large city. But my mother still did not make the slightest work to arrange me to the factory. And then as if by inertia or something. I myself became a shift master in the shortest possible time. Why replaceable. The plant, as I said, was a real Klondike and worked around the clock in four shifts. And here I was one of the four masters, was responsible for his shift.

And so I finished my day shift. I went to the factory shower. Washed with the men, his shift. Of course, most of them went to the pub. And I had to go today. They were waiting for me in one place with money. I'm in a great mood after a shower, went out. I warmed my own, not yet the most expensive, jeep. The evening was wonderful. Summer warm. He got into the car and drove to the entrance. Driving through the passing heart involuntarily pounded. Habitual little adrenaline rush when passing through the checkpoint, as usual. But I had no doubt, as always, that everything would be fine. I knew the guards well in the shift. And they are me. The gates opened slowly, and that was all. Now there is nothing to fear. The case of technology. I calmly drove past the gate. And went to one of the streets adjacent to the plant. I did not have time to drive five hundred meters, when a traffic police outfit suddenly stopped me. Strangely, they usually never stand here, I thought. But I was not afraid. Everything should have gone fine. And that everything will be fine, I did not doubt a drop. I, as always, everything was clean and provided. In the trunk, except for all the junk for servicing the car, nothing more lay. And I obeyed the demands of the inspectors, calmly parked.

- Hello. Lieutenant Panteleyev. Submit your documents. -

I filed my documents through the lowered glass. The lieutenant took it, quickly glanced over them and continued.

- Please get out of the car and open the trunk

Yes, I thought easily. And got out and opened the trunk. Everything was great there. The car stopped in front of me. And immediately four people left the car stopped in front of me and went to my car. Yes, from the car traffic police two more. I immediately understood everything. This is the end. I was shoved in the face of crusts of employees in the fight against economic crime. And right there, out of nowhere, video cameras appeared, understood. As if specially passing by. I was handcuffed, taken a little to one side and unceremoniously, before my eyes, search my car. Although, what is there to break. There was nothing in the trunk for the view. And so almost the entire car was crammed with ferrovanadium. Very running additive, without which good steel can not be welded. Which kilogram cost much more than a kilogram of copper. Guys stuffed for the change. I always left the car open for them. They themselves knew what, and where to go. My car was not checked at the checkpoint. Yes, and with the guards at the entrance everything was agreed. What even if something is wrong. That the guards are sure to warn. Of course, also not free. And now, under my hood, the whole salon was literally crammed with pieces of this metal. I did not even know how much there. In front of me they put all the pieces that appeared from my car every now and then. And there was nowhere else to get into my car. It's finally over. I was asked questions for the protocol, for the camera. My usual not mine, etc. But I was silent. So, as of course I knew that in such cases it is better to always be silent. Don't talk to a lawyer yet. Then I was loaded into one of the cars and taken in handcuffs to the department.I did not even see what was next with my car.

Ferrovanadium at the factory always stole. As I already mentioned, it was a running additive in the smelting of metals. Giving them special strength. Very easy to sell ....