He was a professional bachelor of the Soviet period. The red lash is the “penny” of the Italian assembly, which he picked up every year to the last screw in his garage with a pit and a “corner for rest”, dug right under the garage, there was a whole machine park to service his car. The number of spare parts exceeded all reasonable volumes. There was also a "lounge" with a TV, a fridge with beer and fish.

He was absolutely indifferent to his career, after “crawling” to the rank of captain - lieutenant, but, as for his specialty - a nuclear reactor manager, then there was professional fanatical devotion to his profession, knowing by heart the whole 400-page technological instructions for input, operation, and removal from the action of the energy of the heart of the ship. Hours of training and exercises did their job. He could do everything “with his eyes closed”, he held in his head an immense system of production and “use” of energy.

The nature of these pros was, to put it mildly, not very flexible, and the authorities didn’t indulge in “techies” with salaries and titles, because they knew how to stand up for themselves ...

One of those, “having broken off” two autonomous services in a row, finally knocked out his summer vacation through the clinic, got up to the dispensary registration and visited her monthly with boxes of chocolates and champagne, left her office with her to her home, achieved a white box about that that he "showed a summer vacation by the sea."

The commander, having read the certificate, winced, but called the ship's doctor. In the morning there was already an order on leave from yesterday.

It was necessary to immediately run to the garage and without hesitation, get into the "charged" car and quickly slip through the checkpoint, so that God forbid, on some ship again someone got sick or just started drinking ...

The person on duty at the checkpoint asks the controller, the surname, name and patronymic, he slowly pulls out three bottles of Czech beer from the door and stands on the watch and stuffs this wealth under his overcoat and shouts F. I. O. by hand, the barrier is raised ... the engine roared and here it is, freedom!

He knew that there were definitely not enough managers on the nearby board! In his apartment on the fifth floor in the evening, the announcer with a gas mask and a piece of paper pounded urgently to arrive on the ship. A fifth copy of the order for his departure to leave was marked “to death” on the door with the inscription in red pencil “FOR EVERYONE, INCLUDING GUARTERS AND MY TEAM”.

The car is filled to capacity with gasoline, in the trunk there is almost a metropolitan additional tank, because on the way back, gasoline will not be accurate, or at a frantic price.

After 300 km, an insurance 20-liter canister is buried in a deep forest, so that in any case, even if you run out of money, you have enough gasoline to return. Recorded 1229 km on the visor and rushed again.

The car goes smoothly, the engine warms up and pulls well. Just a class! He lowered the window, cut in his beloved Tsoi, so that he did not want to sleep and enjoyed the road ...

He was slowly let go of the nervous tension about the vacation, there were so many obstacles and envy ... It’s not enough for them that he spent several years with the staff instead of the summer vacation ...

* * *

I drove up to the scents of the gardens and vineyards of my native land. The heart just breaks out of his chest with joy, the speed is not felt ...

Has stopped. “But you can die of joy!” You have to come to your senses, but for two days behind the wheel ... He opened the door, started to get up, and the body does not obey, like a drunk ... God forbid, traffic cops will see ... You just need to sleep ... at least an hour ...

* * *

I woke up because someone wakes him up. Looked - General Swan! He began to rub his eyes.

- Look, damn it, but he still does not believe that it is me!

- Captain, you came to war. I'm appointing you chief of staff. Follow me. Slammed the door of the UAZ, turned on the ground and went ...

* * *

- The form will be ours, green, there is no naval and there is no reason to fuck before snipers ...

- You can ruffle your blushing penny even by shit, otherwise you will not get to your ancestors ...

- Now to headquarters, there will be planning. Local?

- Yes, born here.

- This is the first good information from you.

- Meet, this is our reconnaissance group. The meeting is over. You will go snipers to destroy. Get a weapon and go ahead, time has gone!