1

I first saw her in the gym. Guys hovering around: pumped up, smiling. Eternally, they scattered jokes, shot eyes, pulled their biceps in front of the mirror in front of her.

I did not participate in this. He sat quietly in the corner, jammed in a simulator for pumping the press. One-two: wall, ceiling, gorgeous ass - two strong elastic buns, cropped crotch, covered with gray leggings. Three-four: a bright lamp on the ceiling, blinding, pearly smile painted blonde.

Miss fitness gives the phone number to a handsome man in a spacious tank top. His chest wheel, nipples sticking out from under the shirts, chest muscles, deltas, triceps sat up so that his shoulders hang like on a hanger. He walks like a locker. And he sits and smiles like a square piece of furniture.

Only the furniture here is me, not him. No one notices the clumsy young man with a pear-shaped figure. I can't say that my hips are too wide, but my shoulders are definitely not wider.

Once a beauty made me a comment:

“Mike needs to change clothes if you sweat.” Do you think it is nice for someone to sit on a sweaty trainer after you? - she angrily flashed her eyes and turned to the mirror.

“Excuse me,” I flashed shamefully and the tips of my ears. I didn’t take towels with me, there were really sweat marks on the black leatherette. In the lumbar region and neck.

“I'll wipe it out now,” I mumbled, and ran to the toilet for paper. Returned, headlong. I rushed to wipe, and the girls had already caught a trace. She left without appreciating my efforts. All evening I did not find a place for myself, tossing and turning until one in the morning

“Shame! - I reproached myself. - No one in the hall sweats. Just me, like a bum! ”

Since then, I swore to go to the school without three T-shirts and towels and always checked for myself.

I worked three times a week and next time I ran into a girl at the entrance. I walk quickly, sports bag, black dangles on the shoulder. Mikey there sweaty, towels, shoes. On that day, I just finished training, the strength in me was played by the heroes, so I leaned on the door with all the dope. Bang And there the blonde is holding her forehead. It was all crooked.

And I had to say nothing at that moment. Just stare at her with an insane look: “well, how are you here, hold on?” And go back home, picking up the course, not looking back, saying, “well, you hold on yourself”.

I think after that incident she hated me. Because every time we were in the hall at least a little overlap, she frowned and turned away. She left at the other end of the hall, nervously wringing her wrists, becoming harsh, and her smile immediately disappeared from her face when I appeared in sight.

After that incident, I didn’t train anymore, I was only looking for opportunities to circumvent it in a circle. My subscription, bought for six months, expired after two months. Her time coincided with mine. Though she tried to come later. So we had nowhere to go. We quietly went mad, hating each other. I had already forgotten that I had offended her first, that I did not apologize then. It seemed to me that she herself was a bitch, she invented everything, she wound up, specially created a situation in which I was guilty. Sometimes I tried to approach her and formally apologize.

A month later? I was ready to fall through the ground. More stupid act is difficult to imagine.

"Well, and the brake!" - she thinks.

Of course, think! She and so did not have the highest opinion about me. I was already talking about something with my boyfriends, looking in my direction. And then they laughed together.

Joked, probably, about me.

So I firmly decided for myself: I reach this damn gym and go to another place. Or even score on the sport. I did not observe any progress in my studies. Only exhausting myself after work.

2

In addition to working in IT and training equipment, I also worked in humanitarian aid. Well, I did ... While I was studying in linguistic, I got acquainted with visiting Germans.Once a year, they brought a large box of medicines, looking for Chernobyl children for summer health. I zatusil with them, pulled the German, then wrote off, and went, went. In my emails, I pointed out the corruption in Belarusian state institutions. The children of the doctors suddenly found themselves almost cancer patients with all the signs of extreme radiation exposure.

The Germans believed me. They themselves felt that they were being dynamized. It was all the same with drugs. I conducted an independent survey among parents whose children needed medicines. It turned out that parents paid money for German medicines instead of getting them for free, and still did not receive much.

I sent all this with captions and video recordings to Germany. It was my initiative. No one pulled my tongue, did not ask. It was just a shame for the children. The chief physician - a lying bitch, an ingratiating corrupt woman - infuriated me more than anyone. Her children were first on the list for recovery. So I decided to correct the injustice and acted in circumvention of the head physician and the volunteer organization, which functioned weakly and only created the appearance of work.

All this is extremely impressed my German friends. Video facts, interviews with parents, with sick children who did not make the list, were translated into German. A Sound of Thunder. The Germans-donors spread information on the internal network, sat and thought, and the next year offered me to manage humanitarian affairs and all sorts of lists.

I have long refused. I flatly refused to take money for this, even though I was offered a full-time job as a director of the foundation.

But after sitting and thinking, I nevertheless agreed. I just appreciated once the amount of work, I realized that I would not draw as a second job, but it would do for a hobby. Plus communication with the Germans. A nice bonus for the person who taught the language at the university.

So I got involved in a small hobby project. Volunteering: each according to his needs, from each according to his abilities. Two or three times a year a full bus with elderly Germans came to Minsk. The Germans went to the museums of the Great Patriotic War, orphanages and hospitals. They distributed gifts, medications, talked with doctors, asked what else to bring, invited children for the summer to Germany.

I was filled with the topic, phoned children's hospitals in satellite cities. Found a couple of places where the lack of funds strikingly distinguished the provincial from the capital hospitals.

The work was simple and very pleasant. Sincere. I made many acquaintances, people constantly expressed gratitude. But often, thinking, I understood that I still had not invested a penny of my personal funds. And he was not going to invest. Among my investments was only time.

And I often thought, why am I doing this? All the same, you will not cure all the children, the medicines will only temporarily alleviate their suffering, rehabilitation in Germany is a myth. Radiation is life in a territory contaminated with radionuclides, and not two months in Bavaria.

So I came to the disappointing conclusion that I am engaged in this project solely for the sake of justice. Vital. That is, for its own sake, its internal complexes. Or principles.

Since childhood, I do not like cheating. I do not like lies, hypocrisy, greedy people. I hate bureaucracy, corruption, a society that has rotted from the inside, where everyone wants to snatch a piece of himself, taking away even from sick children. That's why I got involved in this simple project as a matter of fact, that's why I recorded parents' testimonies on video.

3

So two years of volunteering passed, and in May, when my subscription to the simulator was about to expire, another group of German tourist patrons settled in the Sputnik hotel.

I spoke with the leaders of the German group, Holger Meyer, and his wife, Ursula. They always came with three children. This time the children were six, four and two years old. There were strollers, diapers, nipples, crying and laughter. The whole bus was having fun ...