- Hop-stop Zina, who gave standing!

- Do not folds, not in the hands, you dick on the top!

- But cool, Zina! - Valerk sighed and clapped on the shoulder - How is life Zina, a full basket!

- Yes, what a complete, from bread to water

- Plumber went to binge ?!

- Yes, I do not work as a plumber, already the third month

- In both! And what did you exchange for sinekur, Zina?

- By specialty

- The designer? - Valera was surprised - And how much is the designer’s salary now? And then we can and I need to back?

- Enough, for bread, for water - Zina answered evasively - And where are you, Valer?

- And I plow, unlike some, we will not poke Nepalis, for twelve hours, every shift, in the supermarket, on the square! Forty pieces, like a bush!

- Then it's too early for you!

- How many?

- Seventeen

- Not much. Although ... a working day is eight hours, two weekends and holidays ... if you think about it ... yes, consider that you have an hour to do, and then at lunchtime, and at other times you are watching porn on your computer ...

Zina has reddened ears

- So it will come to that! All right, Zina! Tanyuha, out of the store out ...

- Hi, Tan! - Zina nodded to her

- Hello, Zina! - Tanya smiled - How is life young?

- Yes, I have already told Valerka - he grunted - Come on!

- Come on! - slapped Valera on the shoulder and went to his wife.

Meet Zinovy ​​Markovic Vinogradov. Russian Jew! Mother’s surname, patronymic name ... Although, if by mother, Marfovich would be ... small difference!

From his father got a temper, from his mother a kind and quiet disposition. Only in Russian Jew could such contradictory qualities get along.

Zina, was the rare type of Russian Jew who was called a Jew by a Russian, and a Jew by a Russian!

Zina returned from work.

I did not meet my acquaintances before the entrance.

I went to the elevator, pressed the button and looked - 23.

In the mine rustled and Zina began to count - Time. two. three..

On the count, fifty-eight, the rustling broke off and the sash, clanging, parted.

- Oh, hold, hold!

Zina stuck her leg and elevator, grumbling and clanking with displeasure, zhamknul her twice and opened her mouth!

- Oooo!

- Oh wait, wait!

- Zina thrust the other leg and the elevator, like a bulldog, clung to it and did not want to let go for a long time. Finally, with a threatening buzz, the sash parted.

- Oh, thank you!

- “Young mother” - for some reason Zina thought and felt a surge of tenderness.

The second, or rather the first, who managed to lift - “The boss!” - and Zina pressed the button - 17.

The young mother pressed - 21, the boss - 18.

The elevator, rather ukrynuv, and clanging shutters, started off, squeaking with cables and snapping trailers brakes.

... 13 ... 14 ... 15 ... - the light blinked and went out. Lift, uuuknu, froze. There was silence.

- Oh! What is it? - scared the young mother.

- Light! - Zina answered shortly

- It is clear that the light! You are not asked about this! - the boss got excited - What are you making a fool of yourself ?!

In Zina dad twitched!

- What a tone! Straight, boss?

- Yes, boss! And there are such designers ... - Zina’s jaw dropped - They invent all the toilet bowls!

And Zina was enraged - Yes, if Da Vinci had not invented a toilet, where would you go to shit today, doom!

Prophetic words! But Zina, about this, did not yet know!

- Hello! - a young mother, not paying attention to the altercation, brought the phone to her ear

In silence they heard - Everything is for you, the sea and ok ...

- Hello, Valeraa ...

And a female voice, in a whisper, but so that they heard - Valera, do not answer, we still have time ...

- Oh, you're a creature! - shouted the young mother, hryapnula phone muzzle on the floor of the elevator booth and burst into tears, pressed her palms to her face.

“That's why I'm not getting married!” - the boss hugged the young mother and stroked on the shoulder - They are all anointed with one world!

Zina felt sorry for mm (young mother), and for the "fool" was already biting, someone, the soul.

He pulled out a cell phone, turned it on and brought his face closer to the panel - There should be an emergency number - but the phone was close to discharge, there was no flashlight and the number could not be seen

- I need a flashlight or a second phone, mine is almost dead

MM picked up the phone - Doesn't work ...

The boss rummaged in her purse - Fucking! - she vydermilas - As always! At work left!

- Maybe - 03 - to call? Or - 02 - - asked mm

- MOE! - remembered Zina - Does anyone know the number?

— 911?

- It's in American TV shows, we probably have another one, but we have to try. If only it is not discharged

He dialed - "Nine-one-one emergency call ..." - the male voice broke off, the phone went out

- Everything! Discharged! And the number is really emergency ...

- To sense it now ...

- Can shout? - and the next moment silence was ripped up by a scream!

Zina and the boss, crouched down and closed their ears!

The vibrations of the air faded away and they listened ...

Silence!

Scream!

Closed ears.

Silence!

- Everything! - hoarse whisper said mm.

They stood and listened.

Entrance, as if extinct!

Do not slam the doors. No one went to the site. No one went up or down the flight of stairs.

- And we will not suffocate? - croaked mm

Zina spat on the finger, brought it closer to the door’s door and moved it to the corner. In the corner, where the gap, between the wall and sash, the finger began to cool - No! There is a trap!

- And we will not break? - again wheezed mm

- Would have broken right away. Now there is no!

- But nothing works! - mm did not calm down

- That's right! Does not work! The gearmotor has self-braking, and the winch with cables is locked. Do not lie down!

- I do not understand this. How long will we sit here?

Zina shrugged - Until they give the light

- And if they do not give?

And Zina understood: mm hysterical!

- Apocalypse! Local value! - he wanted to joke

- We will die here? - mm sniffled and sobbed

- What a vulgar! - the boss couldn't help herself - can you answer normally? What are you scaring us ?!

“Already on, are you ?!” Zina grinned and remembered how, after the eighth grade, they were going in a group for hiking through the places of military glory during the civil war. On the second day of the pedestrian crossing, they got lost in the marshy forest. When, for the second time, they came out into the meadow and realized that they were walking in a circle, they were silenced. And Zina, take it and blur it - Their bodies were found only in a month!

Everything! And the boys and girls, and even counselors, sneaked at him without appreciating the joke of humor!

Zina was not offended! His black humor worked! All somehow concentrated, quickened and, in half an hour, went to the farm!

And Zina calmly replied - If the accident is serious, then we will sit here for another hour and a half.

- How many are we here already? - um cut voice

“I don’t know,” answered Zina. “In such situations, time seems to have stopped.” Maybe fifteen, maybe twenty minutes.

- Oh! - again, puffed up mm - it seems to me that we have been here for ages.

- Oy! - and she began to crawl along the wall of the elevator

- What are you ?! - picked up her boss - Bad?

- Oy! I want to write! Oh! I describe myself! Oh ...

- Turn around!

Zina turned to the wall - Yes, darkness! Nothing is visible ...

The hem rustled, then creaked over her thighs panties and urine hissed, spreading a pungent smell.

- You do not have a wet wipe? - mm calmed down

- Not. Nope

MM sighed - Again cowards.

In the silence I could hear the fabric rubbing through the hair of the pubis. And Zina's ears burned: a member got up, pushing against the wall!

The smell did not erode and the boss, grimacing and pinching her nose, defiantly loudly, breathed through her mouth.

“I’m not to blame for my urinary weakness!” - excused mm.

- Quiet!

They froze, listening ...

“It seemed that someone had left ...” her boss whispered