San Sanych died ...
It was both predictable and expected, and all such other "... emo". In recent months, he has increasingly gone to the hematology clinic for chemotherapy. They even took a bone marrow puncture ... He perfectly understood that something was wrong with San Sanych. But did not want to go into it. I didn't want to believe ...

We were acquainted with San Sanych by the general office from the age of twenty. Something, probably, was common to us: interests, characters, views on life ... Although, then I was women, frankly, not interesting. And San Sanych was good. Under two meters tall, blond, in a chic (for 80 years) leather coat.
But there was one thing in common with us. I wrote (accent on the last syllable) and published. San Sanych sinned with chanson. Perhaps, it was these rudiments of creativity that brought us closer together.
We somehow came together very quickly and soon began to be weird together. We worked then, in one department of one of the district Komsomol committees of Moscow. That district was more than kosher for men: 80% of the working youth of Komsomol age are female. Dormitories for most of them were located in this area. I was not married. And San Sanych's marriage did not slow him down ...
San Sanych was still steeper than me. Why speak about it ... He suddenly not from that, not with this carried away girl from the organizational department of the district committee. Yes, even when she was seven months pregnant. And not that was pregnant as if from the outside. She was married. It's ok. And San Sanych began behind her in front of all the apparatchiks (and the Komsomol and the district committee of the party, together in the same building were) uhlestiat ...

Whip up ... The word is what the opposite. But I said it to San Sanychu first. He could crush me with his fist. But he did worse. He looked at me. He looked at me in such a way that ... I don't want to speak. But I am still grateful to him for that. For the fact that this look, he stirred my thoughts. What made you think: at this age you live mostly as a hormone ... But maybe there is something besides this, I thought then ...
We broke up badly then. And with San Sanych, and with the district committee ...
San Sanych was credited with immorality, and he left "of his own accord."

My situation was more fun. My chief was taken by the city - IYK VLKSM, and I was absolutely sure that I would take his place. But he was taken by the protégé of the new first secretary. I then finished the faculty. Upon learning that I was a subordinate again, I came to the First and applied for graduation leave. “I won't let you go,” he said. "Do not read the laws, but study, asshole," I said.
We were alone in the office of the First One, so I did not undermine his authority. And why did he say that to him - he just a few months later became the first secretary of the RK VLKSM. And before that, he was on the “liberation” - the liberated work of the Komsomol secretary of the institute - the “box”. Four years, being in my group of Komsomol organizations, looked into my eyes ...
- Go away. But then you will not return to the district committee ...

Do not believe it. He sighed with relief. I was unleashed with this "byaka". Although it went nowhere in fact ...
... 10 years. This is very much and very little. Friends helped me. I finished the evening. And then to get a job in the specialty was no less difficult than now. Friends, I repeat, they helped. He became a correspondent for the sports department, though not a prominent one, but still the All-Union newspaper. Got married Daughter was born. With San Sanych we did not intersect ...
Then came the dashing 90s. Shook me. From the chairman of the cooperative to the peddler. When you go to kindergartens and offer to your aunt men's pants made of vest fabric ... Just to have enough milk for the girls.

In the late 90s, accidentally (a mountain with a mountain ...) crossed over with a man familiar from the newspaper. He worked on the radio. And he offered to come to his group. As he called it, the “group” - “where is that e ... t”. Chechnya, flood, earthquake ... Anything - to fall on the spot, and lead from there reports. I thought for a long time - 10 minutes. And he agreed ...The first person I met later in Ostankino was San Sanych ...
... And now San Sanych is not. I understand the brains. But everything that except the brain in the human body is still there, refuses to believe it. I'm over forty. Death is often seen. Including in Chechnya. But all this is somehow wrong. Somehow everything is alien ...
At the commemoration in Sashkin ... or now not in Sashkin? ... at home, I swallowed vodka a glass for a glass and did not get drunk. I really wanted to get drunk, but could not manage. The tips of the eyes of the bridge of nose swelled from tears, but the man should not cry. He is not a woman ... I pushed the glass away and poured it into a glass.

- Sash, you have enough ... - I looked. In the eyes of troubled. Next was Lariska. Wife ... No, already Sasha's widow.
- What is enough? What? - and collapsed on the table, shuddering in sobs ...
- Call him a taxi, he is already no, - like in a fog I heard ...
He put his fists on the table, raised his insecure body.
- Home ... Himself ..
- Sash, hard. You will not reach
- I said: CAM!

Well, that's why I said so? In my pocket I only had the subway. Namely, that evening our gallant Red Banner (it’s only now that it occurred to me that it’s not sound right: the Moscow Red Banner Police) police conducted a raid. Apparently, for the next tick. They took all wide nonsense. Even before the approach to the subway.
That's interesting. Police officers who grab everyone for a tick in the box “for minor violations”, do they allow the peasants to urinate under a tree in the dark of the night, since all toilets are closed? Or just shoot everything to hell?
In the neighborhood, they competently fooled me. It's good that only rubles are in the purse ... They took the keys from the apartment, a voice recorder ... I tried to object. Idle. They have a plan.

Saved the clock premium. From the Federal Border Service.
When I humiliated in the shorts in the middle of a drunken contingent, and not daring to go to this disgusting cot, the sergeant called me. The main on the outskirts. In the cabinet.
- Watch whose? The major asked frowning.
“Mine,” I said, shivering from the cold.
- It is engraved "from the Federal Border Service" ...
- My ... Prize.
I was lucky. That evening I was taken to the house not by a taxi, but by the DPS crew. True, that bitch major broke away in full. In the morning, having slightly recovered myself, I found a piece of paper in my pocket: 200 rubles fine ...

I would have thrown five hundred in his face! But this piece of paper I had to pay by bank transfer. For a long time, she then turned it between communal bills of paper, masking it before giving it to the savings bank. I was ashamed, honestly ...
Days later flew after days. The pain went away.
Called Lariska. I did not wait for her to call.
- Sash, tomorrow is 40 days ... Will you?
- Of course, Laris. What questions...

... We remember San Sanych again. We are at the table already less. Only those who came are friends. I recognize the terrible thing - San Sanych had an older brother. He died when he was a little over thirty. Also blood cancer.
It's scary to look at San Sanych's mother. She chokes with tears, pressing the handkerchief to her eyes ... And the piece does not climb in the throat again. Only vodka flows ...
But it is still easier. There is no horror that happened 40 days ago. There is only gravity - it is no longer possible to throw San Sanych “hello, San Sanych!”, You can’t shoot a hundred anymore until payday ... ...
... Everything was more dignified than at the commemoration. They said little. Only good. They drank through time without clinking glasses. Soon people reached out. Kissing on the cheeks mother and widow. I still sat on the couch, feeling not quite comfortable. For me, this house, the house of a friend, has become a stranger. Finally, having overpowered himself, he also reached for the exit ...

- Laris, I ... I, - I did not know what to say.
- Of course ... Thank you for coming. - Larisa wrapped her arms around my shoulders for a second and immediately removed them ... - I just wanted to ask ... If you have nothing today, help me figure it out. Claudia Ivanovna, you see, what ...
I shrugged, took out my leg ...