- Yeah, - Kostya nodded. Seems okay! He smiled shyly. Then he hastily handed over the documents.

Nina Alexandrovna took them, quickly overlooked it and briefly wrote something at the bottom of the pages. She nodded at the chair.

- Sit down, Konstantin Ivanovich.

“You can just Kostya,” said the guy. “I don’t have many years to call in a middle name.”

“That's right,” Nina nodded. - Also call me by name, so faster. Here everybody's name is called each other, well, if, of course, there is no authority. You are on the plant for a while, as I understood?

“Yeah, I’ll go to college at the end of August,” Kostya said. - In the railway. The first stream fell, - he was a little embarrassed.

“And that's good,” the storekeeper looked at him closely, and this contrasted so much with her appearance of the girl that Kostya did not know how to behave. - Not that I failed, of course, but what came to me. I need men's hands. The warehouse is large, the parts are full, and some heavy ones are terrible!

- I'll move you, - Kostya nodded.

- So, leave your stuff here and go, I'll show you the warehouse, - Nina got up from the table.

The warehouse was really big. Shelves stood in three rows, the ceiling height of five meters. Bearings, some shafts, gears and other parts, the names of which Kostya did not know, occupied the shelves almost entirely.

“I've already been tortured alone here,” Nina admitted, briefly blowing off a little wet hair from her forehead. It was really hot in the warehouse, but with windows it was tight - one little was in the butt, but consider the breath of air out of it, which was not there. - I just have an inventory on the nose, but I cannot do everything alone. By the end of the day I do not feel arms or legs.

- I will help with what I can, - Kostya nodded again. It was true that he was strong - it was a sin to complain. Daily exercises - a horizontal bar, dumbbells, push-ups - and this by nature allowed Kostya to look like this at his 18th that he often caught the interested views of girls. But develop into something more until the odds fell out. It was not possible to start conversations with girls.

- What is there to work? - looked him Nina. - And then there will be enough dust and dirt for everyone.

- Yes, I took it with me, - Kostya nodded toward the office.

- Then change clothes and come. There are gloves on a chair, grab yourself.

Kostya changed his clothes quickly and a little embarrassed - what would Nina think about his outfit? - went to the warehouse. Nina stood at the rack with some engines and wrote something in the book.

“I'm ready,” the guy said.

Nina looked at him and pointed to the cart standing at a distance:

- Take it and roll it here, we will transport.

Before lunch, they transported three pumps from one edge of the warehouse to the other and managed to sort out almost one cell with bearings. Nina took out a salad from a fridge in a small jar, and Kostya warmed up a cutlet with pasta on the stove. Drank tea.

Kostya is no longer trying so hard when talking to Nina. Of course, I was not joking about joking, but I was no longer afraid that she was too strict.

- And where is the toilet? - he asked.

“In the street,” Nina nodded somewhere over the shoulder. - As you will leave - to the right behind the wall.

- On the street? - Kostya was surprised. - How in the village, or what?

- Well, almost - Nina relaxed looking out the window. - The warehouse is still pre-war, in the 80s it was rebuilt as a brick, but the facilities were not altered. In the summer, nothing else, but in the winter ... Brr! - she shrugged.

Kostya shook his head. Well, yes, pleasant enough, even if for small need. And if it’s a big deal if ... Although it makes no difference to girls, it’s probably so, and so it’s necessary to shoot everything. He unwittingly introduced Nina in the closet and blushed. Somehow very much alive and ... it turned out curious. He first thought of Nina as an ordinary girl - beautiful, moreover.

- And wash your hands? He asked, to break the silence. - Well, in general ... wash.

- to wash? - Nina suddenly looked at him. - Come on, I'll show you.

They went to the very end of the warehouse. There was a shower with wooden flooring on the floor. And a small tap in the wall lined with tiles. Nearby there was a bedside table, obviously made at the factory - a frame welded from the corners with plastic sheets. There was no partition or curtain.

“Here,” Nina said, still looking at him. - Here you can wash. And wash your hands with dishes.

- I see, - Kostya nodded.

“Let's make a deal right away,” said Nina. - You will spy on me when I wash - I will drive out.

- Not! - Kostya turned red. - I never...

“Just in case,” Nina said as they went back to the office. - And then there was a lover of free shows. She squeezed her lips unkindly. - Gad.

Kostya nodded silently. He experienced complex feelings. On the one hand, spying on girls when they are naked is not good, of course. On the other hand, it’s very interesting to hide. And there was no chance to look at them so that they knew and agreed were ...

After lunch, cars came from the workshops twice. Kostya, on the instructions of Nina, carried a trolley to the exit, and there with the help of a hoist - such a small crane - he loaded two electric motors and one pump onto the machines. He liked to control the loading, there was something pleasant about it. True, a couple of times he almost hit the engine on the side of the car, but Nina intervened in time.

The end of the shift came quickly. Nina looked at Kostya and said:

- You go first wash. Later.

Kostya, having come to a corner with a shower, turned his head - where to put clean clothes? There was nothing closer than a rack. Putting his clothes there and undressing, Kostya faced a problem - he had to put working clothes there too. After a bit of confusion, he stepped up to the rack and quickly glanced toward the cabinet, which was visible right along the aisle. Nina wrote something in a magazine. Kostya threw things on the rack and quickly returned to the soul.

The shower, I must say, was not just old, but ancient. Kostya has not seen round lambs for a long time. Worn out with the adjustment of water - the taps began to buzz, and the pipes vibrate at a certain feed force - he ran into another problem. Lake's soul was lowered too low, apparently, under Nina. With Kostin, I would almost have to crouch — still, meter eighty against the Ninins are barely sixty meters. Having suffered, he still raised the watering can. Although her condition was such that it was clear - she would not last long. Nevertheless, he still washed - it was nice after a hot day and lifting weights. He dried off, he quickly dressed and returned to the office.

“Well, see you tomorrow,” Nina said.

Kostya understood the hint - Nina did not want him to stay in the warehouse while she washes. He does not trust, Kostya thought a little hurt. But then he pulled himself up - he was here the first day, and she has reasons to behave this way.

“Aha, goodbye,” he nodded.

By the bus, which he waited at the bus stop five minutes away from the warehouse, Nina nevertheless managed. Seeing Kostya, she smiled:

- Early said goodbye, huh?

- Yeah, - Kostya smiled. - We will now meet here.

“And that's what,” said Nina. - You carefully lift the watering can - it is generally decrepit. I adjusted it for myself for a long time.

... The next week has passed for Kostya in a gradual adaptation to work, understanding of the whole process of the work of the warehouse. It turned out that everything was piled up on the shelves for a reason, and in groups. Engines separately, pumps separately, bearings, shafts and gears - separately. And all in groups, next to each other. Sometimes the difference is small, but this is a completely different regiment.

And Nina understood all these details perfectly. As she kept all this in her head - Kostya had no idea.

Kostya already knew from conversations, - they were talking not only about work, but just like that - that Nina has been working at the plant for 3 years, that she is 21, she will soon be 22. It was very surprising - she would never look at her did not give so much. Yes, and could joke, laugh with him, just like a peer. Kostya sometimes found himself thinking that ... Read more →