“Denis, your boss is calling you,” said Marinka, returning from the archive with folders of last year’s reports.

- Timur Alibekovich, called? - I knocked on the doorframe, looking into the office. The chef almost never closed the doors, only if he was negotiating with clients.

- Come in, Denis, - he waved his hand, finishing writing in the diary. When he finished, he looked at me: - How are you doing?

- I’m finishing with ZooMir; tomorrow you can carry the docks for the signature.

“Give it back to Igor or Lena, let them finish it,” said the chief. - You are another matter. Do you still remember the field work?

“Of course,” I smiled. - I last year measured the personal site.

“Well and good,” Timur Alibekovich nodded. Threw me a folder. - Here, of course, is not so simple, but the essence is the same.

I quickly flipped through - a large area with industrial construction, in the area of ​​a former brick factory.

- It is necessary to verify the existing plans with the fact, drawings and prepare for clearing to zero level, - continued the chef. - Start today, the customer is rushing and is ready to pay for urgency.

- Timur Alibekovich, as you say, - I made a joking gesture with my hands. - Transport, assistant?

“Uh, that's the difficulty,” the chief fidgeted in his chair. - The car we have to repair, will have to get there and back.

Well, yes, the path is not long - at first the “25th” tram, then twenty minutes on foot, because the bus has not been running to Osinovka for three years already. Plus more equipment to drag ...

- And you will be a student helper. The first course finished building, my good friend's daughter, asked for help with a little practice.

- Yes, chief, - I rubbed my eyebrow, putting everything in my mind, - the task becomes not so simple. An intern with no experience, no transport, three miles away from the places ...

“Denis, I understand all this,” the chief nodded. - And you can count on a good premium this month.

- The party said “should”, the Komsomol answered “is”, - I jokingly saluted and left.

I quickly shoved down to Igor the project of the adjacent territory of the ZooMir store, which was opened on Mira Avenue, and I looked through the existing plans for building a brick factory a bit, even in '83. It was closed 15 years ago, and it came to final desolation 10 years ago. In principle, the place for production is not bad - the areas are large, communications are not so difficult to send to the nearest highways.

- Denis Olegovich? - I heard. Raised his head. Yeah, that means my assistant.

Cute, dark, hair in two pigtails, a figure is good ... Well, at least I will have a rest, since only I will work normally.

- Just Denis, and you ...?

- Dinara. And on "you."

Exactly, the face is east. So a familiar chef or childhood friend, or countryman.

- Well, Dinara, ready to go?

“Ready,” she nodded. Dressed in jeans, sneakers, T-shirt and short jeans. It will go.

- Eat-drink took with you?

- Oh, No! - she shook her head, funny talking pigtails. - And what, next to not buy?

- Where to go - do not buy. Nothing, there is a shop nearby.

I took a total station and landmarks with reflectors. Leaving Dinara at the store, bought us water and bread with sausage, a pack of cookies. Leaving everything in the backpack, took the equipment from Dinara, despite her protests:

“You’ll get into it, both today and then.” In the meantime, take care of your tender hands.

“My dad doesn't allow me to do anything like that either, only she does her homework,” the girl hurriedly spoke on the way to the tram. - I'm not as fragile as it seems. I had to persuade him to take him to the building site for so long, he wanted me to study economics or a lawyer. And I want to be like it, since childhood I liked to look at cards.

Yeah, so dad and his boss studied.

“And I persuaded him after all, even though he resisted,” Dinara continued to chuckle, smiling. - He said: and so you have one girl in the house, and so you want to be engaged in a non-female business.

- And what, mom supported you too? - I asked.- Still, Dad is right, not quite feminine work. It's one thing to draw in the office, another - that's how it is now, in the field to be. It also happens hard, in the mud and in the rain, far from civilization.

“Dad and I live together, mom died when I was eight years old,” Dinara said simply.

“Sorry,” I stopped awkwardly. Then he said: “You have done well, you have not grown a Belarusian.”

“Thank you,” the girl rejoiced. - And why are you ...

“You,” I corrected her, “get used to it.” I'm not 40 years old.

“Yeah,” she nodded. - Why did you ... decided that it was not a white-haired woman?

- Belorus just choose the office and something quieter, secretary or clerk. And in the construction of the net will not work.

We got to the tram, which is - good luck! - just seemed around the corner, with the Guards. Loaded and drove to the stop "Career" for about half an hour. And already there legs.

Dinara was a smiling and talkative girl, although after ten minutes I realized that it was not annoying. And in general, I even liked her, although I am not very good at chatterboxes. They are stupid - at least those that I came across. But Dinara is well-read, and speech is coherent, without “type”, “shorter” and any “ok”, “norms”. I do not like it in teenagers. I myself am not old, only 25, but I like my speech to be clear, and if I cut words where it is, then I’m in business.

Well, pretty girl, once again convinced. In a conversation, I no, no, yes, and looked at her on the sly. The figure is slender, more athletic than thin. Yes, and chest in place, a good deuce. The face is very pleasant, although this is more likely to play up my tastes, I always liked oriental beauties.

Reaching the former quarry, which was abandoned along with the plant, we stomped on. It is good that the weather, despite May, was not hot, so it was not difficult to go. Reaching the remnants of the gate, I stopped and ordered:

- So, halt. Dinara, get the card.

- Here, - the girl pulled out a map of the plant and a plan of the measurement site from the bag.

I compared them, looked up. Yes, get out of that building farm and we will push off.

- Well, Dinara, let's start? Have you ever done a shoot? Or helped?

“No,” she shook her head. - Difficult, yes? Can I learn?

“Not at once,” I smiled. - But you pick up a little, at least the basics.

When I reached the farm, I installed a total station, turned it on, quickly calibrated and tied it via satellite. Once again looked around the neighborhood.

“Well, that's how it all starts ...” I said. - Turned on the instrument, calibrated - this is here, then via GPS ...

... Dinara was an intelligent assistant, grasping almost immediately. I set the landmarks, and ran back to see how I bring the results. I even admired her a little - very much everything worked out for her ... naturally, harmoniously. And even when she was standing at the landmarks, her legs slightly apart for stability, it looked as if she was posing for a photo. Although it was evident that she did not draw at all.

- Well, Dinara, is the final close? - I said, putting the total station on a hill between two landmarks. - You can get on that concrete bollard?

“Yeah,” she nodded. Having rested in a pole as a pole, I jumped onto a pedestal, raised the pole.

About ten minutes later I entered the latest data and said:

- Well! Just a couple of hours we spent with you.

- Two hours? - surprised Dinara. - And I did not notice.

- Now have a snack and you can come back. Only mark on the plan the missing structure.

Having settled on a large concrete pipe in the corner of a dilapidated one-story structure, we had a snack. Directly in front of us, a small artificial pond, apparently formed from a ditch, was shimmering with sunlight.

Dinara, after eating, approached him, looking down from the raised edge.

“Beautiful,” she said. - I love to look at the water, it is so different.

“This is just a small pit of water,” I said, removing the wrappers from the food in the bag and backpack ....