The aching pain in my temples made me barely open my eyes. White, in many places, flaky ceiling and walls with old, tattered light wallpaper in the flower - this is what appeared to my eyesight.

- Damn ... Just a dream ... A dream again ...

In the mouth there was a taste of the waste of all cats from all over the entrance ... And the head just broke open ... Yes - it is impossible to drink cheap vodka with a meager snack without such consequences ...

I sat up with difficulty and sat down on the bed. I took my shabby, cheap Alcatel from the bedside table, which stands nearby, and looked at the time - 05:27 in the morning - I woke up 3 minutes before the alarm. Gathering my will into a fist, I got out of bed and, on my legs, walked to the bathroom to wash and slightly tidy myself up. After brushing my teeth, it became easier and I went to the kitchen. He put the kettle on and, while it was heating up, climbed into the fridge in order to cook some breakfast for himself. Hmm ... in the refrigerator, the mouse hanged herself ... An onion, a couple of eggs and an almost empty can of mayonnaise were found from the edible ... Thanks for that ...

I quickly made some scrambled eggs and brewed a bag of “Princess Nuri Highland” in a mug - a chic breakfast by the standards of the average Russian; - I noted to myself and sprinkled them abundantly with salt - something of a thing, and I have a whole pack of salt ... Fist - no other way ...

The food was bad, but I forcefully pushed her into myself, knowing that I could not eat until the evening, and the hangover had to be brought down. After a "full" breakfast, I found an Aspirin pill and washed it down with the remnants of tea. Then he threw an empty plate into the sink and went to dress warmerly - it is November on the street, and I have to stay on the street all day ...

“What kind of a stuffed animal is this?” Asks an inquisitive reader.

My name is A., 27 full years, I live in the city of one millionth N in a rented one-room apartment in an old, dilapidated apartment building. I did not bother to graduate from the institute, I did not have to go to the army - they gave a military officer by lucky chance - flat feet - come on, bye! At first, my life was in full swing — I started working in commerce, managing people and shops, I had enough money and I lived a wild life. Drunk-spree in taverns, a lot of beautiful furies and a lot of impressions. But then somehow everything faded away, but I didn’t even notice that until I found myself in a rented apartment, in debt, working on the face of “non-Russian nationality” for a symbolic couple of hundreds of wooden ones for a full working day - newspapers, leaflets and distribute other heresies in crossings and near major shopping centers.

Maria - my girlfriend - left me a long time ago, soberly assessing that such a sucker like me is not needed. Parents - live in the distant outback, on a penny pension, which is just enough to pay all their bills. Just like everyone else, in short ...

Coming out of the entrance, I took out an open pack of Don Tobacco, lit a cigarette and walked in the direction of the stop - it was almost a kilometer away, so I’ll have time to smoke.

It was still quite dark outside, the wind was blowing and there was ice, so it was necessary to go, though quickly, but neatly. Rare pedestrians, muffling and shivering from the cold wind, passed by without paying any attention to me. While I was smoking my hands were completely frozen and I was beginning to shake, although perhaps these are the consequences of a wild hangover.

At the bus stop it was not very crowded - right, all normal people do not work on weekends - this is my destiny. One thing is good - I wanted the PAZI arrived pretty quickly and now I’m sitting in the cold seat in the minibus and trying not to fall asleep. Outside the windows, rare trees that lost their leaves flashed, houses, with a bunch of luminous "eyes" and various products of the automotive industry, both local and foreign.

After leaving at the stop I needed, I headed to a high building, where, among the heaps of offices, there was also a “solid” organization, for which I worked. Naturally, there was no question of any kind of job placement - they marked the exit in a special journal, gave out working material for the day and everything - to work, work and work again, as Ilyich bequeathed to us. I went up to the 4th floor and walked over to the painfully familiar door with the sign "IP ...". I went into the office - a small room with several rooms - a reception room, accounting, the office of the head, a small kitchen and, of course, a WC room. Natasha was already sitting in the reception - the secretary and the office manager of the organization and Dimka - the same hard worker as me - had signed for getting a job for today.

“Oh, hello, bratuha!” He said turning round. - We have a lot of work today - you won't be bored.

I approached them closer. Dimka - a simple guy, which in our country millions - of medium height, a little plump. He always walks with a mane of uncombed hair, which he already reaches to the shoulder blades - but he is a good-natured and cheerful fellow. He is a little over 30 - at least he told me so - not married, no girlfriend either. In his free time he likes to drink beer, listen to rock and play online games until the morning - so almost every morning he has bags under his eyes and a swollen face. But, oddly enough, he miraculously gets enough sleep - and at work he is always cheerful and energetic (can he accept what?). He was distracted for a second from the scribbling - shake my hand - and then began to fill the magazine. I, on the other hand, greeted Natasha, but in response I received a standard “Yeah.”

Yes - Natasha paid almost no attention to me and I could, in part, understand her. Tall (about 1.90m tall), slender blonde with a hairstyle under the "square", with a small but elastic chest, neat ass and long, straight from the ears, slender legs. A cute face was still attached to all this beauty, sensual big lips and eyes - the colors of emerald. She was constantly at work in tight-fitting, sometimes translucent blouses and short skirts - there was something to see, though I could admire her occasionally - sideways, while no one sees. It was rumored that her spire boss and his son - everything is possible ... everything is possible ...

Dimon finished filling out the journal and, putting down his pen, addressed me:

Let's fill soon and drive. Today we have a bunch of flyers of some damn honey. center offering anyone who wants to remove the tonsils rectally for only half the price. Yes, a whole package of newspapers - do not get bored!

I filled in everything, took flyers and newspapers, and Dima and I left the office. While we were going down the stairs, we started a conversation.

- Listen, A., tomorrow, on Sunday - already the end of the month, then there will be a salary! And maybe some kind of bonuses, too - it seems to have worked well this month. Come on tomorrow, after work, how do we get the loot - let's get drilled in some bar, have a beer, drink some girls, eh?

- I don’t know, Dim ... I have a lot of debts in the apartment, and I’d need to buy some products, but there is nothing to eat ...

- Yeah, nothing - there is some swollen mug and fumes razit - you snapped yesterday notably, apparently: Dimon said with a smile.

Look at yourself!

Come on, do not snap, I'm joking.

It's easy for you to talk, you live with your parents ...

All right, all right. You think until tomorrow evening, and in the evening we will talk in the office. If that - you will borrow until the next salary - New Year's.

Thank you, Dim ... I'll think about it.

We left the entrance, said goodbye and went in different directions - I had to go to the upper part of the city, and Dimka on the contrary - to the lower, so the bus stops were located on opposite sides of the street. While waiting for the PAZIK I needed at the bus stop, I lit up again and thought.

“Soon the New Year and the mood of the holiday as there was, so it seems and will not be. Money is trouble, work is not sugar, and there is no passion either. Even Dimona, it seems, has some kind of girlfriend from an online game — they play, talk, meet together for carnal comfort ... And I, like a lone wolf, even howl at the moon ... Although ...what is he to envy? I myself was an asshole and let my life down into the toilet, so now I’ve been in such an ass ... Eh ... I would have given much to take Natasha out of the office ... dreams of dreams ... ”

While I was indulging in my thoughts and dreams, the keyhole I needed arrived. After paying for the ticket, I went to the end of the bus and sat on the corner seat, next to the back door, putting the bags on the floor. The bus was half empty - basically everyone who was in it was pretty well dressed and headed, most likely shopping. I, among all these people, was like a white crow - in the old, sometimes ragged “dyshish” and black hat, popularly referred to as “fagot”.

The working day was slow. Around me people who were busy with their own problems rushed back and forth, and practically no one paid attention to me. Flyers that I handed out, reluctantly took from my hands and after passing a few meters, threw them into the urn or on the ground. I was thoroughly cold, so when I was returning to the office late in the evening with empty bags, I was already feeling a little shivering, but what about the cold?

I managed to get to the office almost to close it myself - and after looking at the magazine I realized that Dimka had already reported about the work done a couple of hours ago and was probably sitting at home - being chopped into toys and beer sipping ... Having done all the work, I went to yourself home. Coming out of the bus, I decided to run into Pyaterochka near my apartment - to buy something for dinner and for breakfast.

10 minutes after wandering around the supermarket with a basket, I went to the cashier and got in line. In my basket it was not thick: a pack of the cheapest pasta and a small package of mayonnaise — even for a scant bachelor’s dinner didn’t draw ... Today’s Marinka was there - a little girl with curly, red hair (dyed), but on the face - quite pretty On the vise - she was about 25 years old. Volumetric breasts and ass complete the picture. In general, Marina was quite a good girl — her perky laughter, always politely communicated with customers and with me, in particular, sometimes even managed to exchange a couple of “on-duty” phrases about the weather and other heresy, but some kind of constructive dialogue with her I did not work. I sometimes ran the thought of inviting her somewhere, getting to know her better, but I still did not dare - well, where would I take her? For what? In the nearest cheburechnuyu? Or McDonald's, which has long become too expensive for many ... And she will not go anywhere with me ... Why does she need me like that?

I paid my extraordinary belongings and took another pack of Donskoy. I left Pyaterochka and went to my home. I quickly boiled myself half a pack of pasta and seasoned it with mayonnaise on top - a business lunch, no other way ... I flopped on the bed, turned on the TV and started flipping channel after channel to watch something interesting. There was little of interest - basically, domestic series were shown, from which it was already sickening and disgustingly simple ... Bandits, they order films from bandits from gangsters ... And a couple of dozens of TV shows are mocked up in a month ... In which the storyline is zero and a bunch of cattle from all sides ... Ugh ...

After the "chic" dinner, I smoked in the toilet and, turning off the TV, went to bed. But I didn’t manage to fall asleep right away - a bunch of thoughts and fantasies swam in my head, delusional and not so. Yes, and this constant rumble of cars outside the window. Absorbed in my thoughts, I didn’t even notice how, warming up in my bed, I peacefully dozed off.