they are satisfied with them and gazing at their possessions. But as always. This company is not the first time to restore order in its sacred place.

After eating and drinking a bottle of beer, nodding and deciding to take a nap.

Having woken up vigorous, puts on a form, sits down on his favorite bicycle and goodbye devastation in thoughts, hello active rest.

While Alex rushes through the city and the remnants of alcohol disappear from the body with speed, one can say a few words about our hero.

Alexander Denisovich, for his Alex, was tall and strong in body. About these girls say; - hog. The wide, strong chest of a former swimmer, strong arms that at one time shoveled thousands of cubic meters of water, and long, strong legs.

Slanted copper eyes, calmly and with dignity looking at the world, were decorated with golden patches. They seemed to keep the secret of this young man, and at the same time made him intriguing and interesting. Sometimes, he turned to his interlocutor in such a way that he looked like a beast, wild and untamed; dark hair is reared, yellow iris and black pupil looks into the most confidential interlocutor, reading the information. Unblinking look and readiness to jump. At such moments he resembled a despotic father. But, if he built his empire in 90, fiercely and unmercifully scattering climbers to power in his way, Alexander's avenue was beaten and strewn with rose bushes. But this is a seemingly refined perspective.

Unlike his father’s experience, he was talented. It is the desire for education and the ability to find a chain of interrelations in chaos, made him the first in the business. He was engaged in jurisprudence, and, unraveling, entangled in the direction he needed for himself, long-lingering economic courts. Putting an end quickly and concisely, by unpredictable manipulations. The judges just shrugged.

Institutional years.

He could imagine how he drove up to the university in Daddy's UAZ, “Gelentvagin", how the blue lamp plays on the faces of his classmates. And so that he would say to him: “Alexander Denisovich, it’s not safe here,” and he would answer: “Vanya, let me be with people, I’m so tired of looking at the world from a Mercedes window!”.

There was nothing like that. Dad gave him a small studio in the center and waved his hand:

- Good luck son. On a call.

The tires screeched, and it dissolved into a gray-blue distance.

Institutional years were remembered by moments. There were girlfriends, funny teachers, a few pianos with a group, a student fraternity of which he made two friends; - Tolyan, carefree dryys and handsome Slavka. The granite of science did not creak on the teeth, it was easy to reach and swallow.

Alex already knew what he would become, milestones of the future profession were outlined.

And at thirty he had a big name in lawyer circles, his firm and a chic apartment in a new elite city house.

Sometimes, he made noisy parties for his friends and relaxed himself, feeling like a mischievous youngster rather than an old lawyer mired in court proceedings trying to pull the strap of a barge called Russia.

And tomorrow is morning.

On Monday, Alex loved to come to the office early. Having parked the car in the underground parking lot, clicked the key fob, Jaguar winked with neon headlights and stopped waiting for the owner. Alex headed for the elevators.

In one hand he held folders with documents, in the other a glass with the tart taste of espresso. He bought coffee on the way to work in the same institution. A Turkish master with black cosmic eyes and a constant happy smile on his thin lips, brewed excellent coffee; - black, saturated and viscous.

Alex liked to call on him early on Monday morning and they exchanged sports news. The Turk was rooting for his people and lamented that several key players were injured before the World Cup. But he did not lose hope for the national team to reach the Euro semifinal.

Shaking hands goodbye.

The elevator lifted Alex into the celestial office, stopped, sticking, and silently opening his metal doors, died away, like a doorman waiting for the exit.

The owner silently passed through the echoing Spanish tile, opened the door of the law office, stopping for a second and giving it a tenacious look. He walked around the office, throwing fleeting glances at the clerks' tables, turning right and the glass doors of his office opened at once a top view of the city. The picture was impressive. But only on Monday and only in the morning. On other days, in bustle and affairs, the look was blurred, and the owner did not care about the beauty outside the window.

Before the arrival of the workers, he decided to work with the difficult work of the oil company. The first trial began on Wednesday, and much depended on the facts provided. Alex plunged into work and pulled away from her when the office boomed like a beehive. He pressed the connection button, greeted Secretary Karelia Lvovna, and asked to bring him a cup of coffee.

- Alexander Denisovich, your coffee.

She put the tray on a huge table that occupied most of the room.

- Thank. Karelia Lvovna, here are the documents, reprinted, given the edit. Meeting at 10.00.

- Well, Alexander Denisovich. Anything else?

- Not yet.

Karelia Lvovna smiled and left the office.

Karelia Lvovna was far beyond 40. But her professionalism, accuracy, pedantry and accuracy were appreciated by her superiors. She got Alex from his father, at the beginning of his lawyer career. He never doubted her professional qualities.

Karelia Lvovna was lean and of medium height. Always high and whipped hair. Hair is gray, bright white, laid hair to hair. Eyes are set, eyelashes are made up and a thin layer of lipstick is pale pink. A sort of Margaret Thatcher in the prime of his career. In all the courts of the city she had friends, darlings and beauties who shared information and secrets with her. She was the gray cardinal of the secretaries.

In the eternal dark costumes a la Chanel. White blouse, variations of collars in them changed. That frill, then a huge bow, then stand, then turn-down. Shoes - classic pumps with heels no higher than seven centimeters.

Karelia Lvovna was respected by lower-level bosses. She was a Mistress with a horde of slaves. One wave of her eyebrows and everyone in the stand waiting for her orders.

Alex was behind a stone wall.

He drank coffee, got up, walked over to the window, and looked at the city infested with people. Hands tucked into the pockets of pants, swaying with socks on the heel and a haze of reverie in honey eyes.

He relaxed the knot of the silk tie, turned and sat at the table, and Lika took possession of his thought.

“- Damn, what to do? To leave without hassle and reproaches. It is necessary to buy that from jeweler, catchy and bright. To her thoughts are not clouded by parting overnight. "

No sooner said than done. I wanted to sing without a voice and hearing. He also realized that a lawyer of his level should not sing in public. All these considerations stopped him, but a powerful choir sounded in his heart. Academic, name and order of everything in the world, no less.

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Rising from the table, and, throwing his jacket over his shoulder, went to the elevators.