I sat at the laptop, collecting Doji and Satoshi Bitcoins from the cranes. Most of all I wanted to collect Sterlingkoinov, on their official website, but this crane was distributed only once an hour.

In general, I began to be interested in cryptocurrency a couple of years ago, just when Bitcoin jumped to a price of more than a thousand dollars and then rolled back to four. That's when I noticed that you can invest and in a few years cryptocurrency will shoot. What basically happened. Dashi began to cost more than one hundred and eighty dollars, Lightcoins more than forty bucks. I later bit my elbows that I invested so little in these coins, buying only ten at a ridiculous price, around five cents per coin. And now go nuts like they have risen in price. It’s good that Redkuinov and Doge are fine then bought, they also increased in price greatly. For two years, more than two hundred times more expensive. Banks on the sidelines nervously smoking, from such profits on the nested pennies.

Now I bought the Sterlingcoins, which so far were inexpensive and these coins are very small, which means they will quickly start to grow in value. And he also bribed the Paccoins, generally a cryptocurrency, but in just a few days it has doubled in price. And in the price they will grow unequivocally, in this I did not doubt at all. In two years, they have invested more than one hundred billion dollars in cryptocurrency, not sickly, huh? So I sat and collected Doji and Satoshi to buy Sterlingkoins and Paekcoins for them, without touching their strategic reserves. Using only free money and ordinary money and cryptocurrency.

The mood was lousy. Yesterday, the girl’s mother came to my mother while I was at work, and almost in an ultimatum form demanded that I get married and not fool the girl’s head.

Mother ofigel from such arrogance, but she listened, asked if her daughter was not pregnant, and when she learned that she was not pregnant, she sent this visitor in three letters. Then I took out the whole brain, and in the morning I left for the dacha, I didn’t want to communicate with me at all. Silently gathered and srulila.

Nocher still called the girl, fucked me over, for my mother and we grabbed a thorough. In short, they sent each other and the whole business.

I had my first day off and coincided with Saturday. Sat, clicking a mouse, solving captcha, wondered what to do with his beloved one today. If for garlic, I would like to stupidly eat a little white one. And then the mobile phone rang. The number was unfamiliar, flashed just numbers. I replied, puzzlingly saying the question - Hello! -

- Zdorovo land, like myself? - I heard a familiar voice. It was Pashka, a townman, and my colleague in the army. Three years ago we served, at first we talked on the phone, then gradually dispersed, like ships at sea.

Pashka lived a hundred kilometers from me, on the outskirts of the region. I was too lazy to go there, but he had no time. He was there, on his collective farm, turned out to be a sought-after, but poorly paid specialist, livestock specialist. Work almost round the clock, and paid for it a pittance.

We met in quarantine. He and I were sent to the farm, quarantined on the swarm farm. Oh, we put up there with a lieutenant. Drunk was still the same. But the authorities tolerated it; no one else could carve pigs.

A prapor will get drunk as a little white girl, an ax in her hands and chasing the pigs, a sight not for the faint of heart. He can't get in, but some pigs have his ears chopped off. He wakes up and starts chasing us, though without an ax. Healthy was a hog, we wept away from him, who where. And then they took us from there, they took the oath and to the construction battalion, which was called the engineering troops. So together we served later.

- Cool Plow. What did you suddenly remember? - I was surprised.

- And I did not forget. Listen, I’m at the train station now sticking up, early in the morning here you have breeding cows loaded into cars from the wagons to be sent to us, so you are free. I decided to zyuknut if you are busy, then go home, if there is time, then let's zabuhaem, remember the army.Piggy, you remember how you stared at it so that you don’t distort the shutter with your hands - he screamed.

- I remember - I grinned, - We had to do neher -

- Come on, it was cool, after all - Pasha laughed - Well, are you free or should I go home? -

- Free, let's sit on the bus and move to me, forget now. I just have no one - I answered and explained to Pashka how to get to me - Well, if that, then call, you won’t get lost -

He went to the store, for fiery water, pivasikom and snack. Pasha had one hundred pounds of bablos not.

He called me after forty minutes, said he was at my door. I left the store at this moment, stocked up thorough. Two large packages bought. Vodka took two liters of beer and nemeryannom beer.

Doper to the house, the benefit was not so far away. He saw me from a distance, ran up, took one package and we hugged it with free hands. They walked, talked animatedly, he spoke about his cows, because of whom he had come. What their farm is now the coolest in the region will be. There will be milk and marble meat almost all over the country to supply.

Came home, put the packages and hugged normally. Then they unloaded, dumped half a hedgehog while they unloaded and put everything in the fridge.

The table did not load, a little pickles and fresh vegetables were placed and sliced ​​sausages and cheese in a plate. The bread on the napkin was cut, the bubble from the refrigerator was taken to pour. A bottle of beer was put on the table to put on a little white one.

We sat, drank culturally, for a little bit, slowly, with smoke breaks in the stairwell, between floors.

Then they drove away after the brewer, and the first bubble was not mastered by vodka. It's hot all the same to drink it in summer.

Unnoticed dusk the beginning, it became cooler, the breeze blew. The fire water went better. We mastered the first litruhu finally. It only seems that a lot, and even with beer, but we drank it for so many hours that the state was normal.

The second bubble was opened, taken out of the freezer. Vodka such became, it is pleasantly drunk. We lacquered the first half-shot from this pivassic bottle and went smoking.

Stand smoking. It's getting dark already. Then suddenly below my neighbor on the floor drew. It is worth it, holding onto the railing with both hands, storming it strongly, pumping somewhere. We stand with Pasha, we observe, smoke is let out.

My neighbor is traveling, got married a couple of years ago, for my neighbor Tolyan.

Tolyan is ten years older than me, and Svetka, his wife, seems five years younger. She was twenty-seven or twenty-eight, awesome chick. When I saw her, drool flowed. He always folded his neck, could not look after her. Simpotnaya, skaternuyu, skirts short wore, legs its slender parade exhibited.

And so she began to climb the stairs, tightening herself with her hands, stumbling and mumbling something.

Pasha put the bull in the jar, went down to her - Madame, let's help - and took her by the waist. Looked at me - you know her? -

- Svetka, a neighbor on the site, lives in the apartment opposite. Nakushalas somewhere holy water, bastard does not knit - I snickered.

- I'm her to us, the company will make, can we poop her! - said Pasha and patted Svetka on the ass, with his hand under her skirt - Do you like to feel the barrel in the holder? He screamed.

Sveta moaned something, but nodded her head.

- You see, he loves - Pasha barked - Well, let's go, my dear, I will help you. And walk and clean your neck -

- Pahan, she is married. This is the neighbor's wife! - I warned.

- Yes, FSUs. This is his problem, neher leave his wife in this form! Correctly I say, you are my dawn? - Polka Pasha Svetka ass - Fucking ass from her - he nodded approvingly - Well, let's go, move your hoofs - And slowly led Svetka up the stairs, holding her arm.

I smoked and helped him, taking the arm on the other side.

We brought it to us, put it in the kitchen, even piled it up. They themselves drank, and she sip, but she did not. Pasha took the pile from her, set aside.

- Mishan, and who is her husband? I hope not the cop? - he asked.

- No, the driver on passenger trains. Change plow, it happens ...