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I woke up somehow suddenly. Suddenly, a light dream suddenly gave way to anxious reality. First foolish thought - Where am I?
Through the translucent curtains oozed gray dawn.
Giving sharpness to the environment, I realized that I was at home. Moreover, I'm in my pretty decent double bed. “Aha,” a lazy thought came to mind, “it's better!”
"Yes, which one, damn better?" - immediately flashed like a lightning in my head, - who the fucking hour is? I'm kind of on ...
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Through the translucent curtains oozed gray dawn.
Giving sharpness to the environment, I realized that I was at home. Moreover, I'm in my pretty decent double bed. “Aha,” a lazy thought came to mind, “it's better!”
"Yes, which one, damn better?" - immediately flashed like a lightning in my head, - who the fucking hour is? I'm kind of on ...
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About two years have passed since the day we finally closed our unit at the border station in the city of G ***, Rostov Region. With whom, from former colleagues, I kept in touch. Communicated by phone, via OK, Skype. But, by and large, nothing serious. People fled who - where. There are two or three left in the city. The rest went to St. Petersburg, and those to the south — to Krasnodar or Novorossiysk. Since there was almost no normal work in my native town, I decided to move to the regional ...
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Good day, my reader. Another story from my life.
So, my name is Roman, 36 years old (I write stories in my free time).
The events described in this story happened to me six years ago. A little about myself, for those who have not read my stories: for about fifteen years I gave work at the border station of Russian Railways in the city of G ****, Rostov Region. He worked as a specialist in customs clearance, provided documentary support for cargoes in transit from Ukraine ...
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So, my name is Roman, 36 years old (I write stories in my free time).
The events described in this story happened to me six years ago. A little about myself, for those who have not read my stories: for about fifteen years I gave work at the border station of Russian Railways in the city of G ****, Rostov Region. He worked as a specialist in customs clearance, provided documentary support for cargoes in transit from Ukraine ...
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My name is Roman, I'm 36 years old (I'm a writer). All my stories are based on the real events of my life. Some facts, names and names of geographical points were changed only slightly, all other adventures took place in reality.
So, all over again.
I studied in the usual unremarkable school number 25 in G ****. The school for our city was quite a decent size - a three-story building, a large gym, an assembly hall for almost six hundred places, its own rather ...
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So, all over again.
I studied in the usual unremarkable school number 25 in G ****. The school for our city was quite a decent size - a three-story building, a large gym, an assembly hall for almost six hundred places, its own rather ...
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This is the second story in a series about my adventures in service. As I wrote earlier, my name is Roman, now I am 36, I am a writer. Almost 15 years of my life, I gave work at the border railway station in the Rostov region. as a specialist in customs clearance of transit goods. The work was interesting and exciting. The team was even more interesting, for ninety percent consisted of young and attractive women aged 25 to 40 years. Men after ...
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My name is Roman, I am 36 years old and I would like to tell some stories that took place in my life. All my stories are based on real events, only the names of the main characters are changed.
So, let's begin. For more than 15 years I worked on the railway in one of the border cities in the Rostov region. Unfortunately, the war in the Donbass has abruptly changed many fates, including mine, and the heroines of my stories (our glorious office has been broken up, now I am a writer). Our company was engaged in customs clearance of transit ...
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So, let's begin. For more than 15 years I worked on the railway in one of the border cities in the Rostov region. Unfortunately, the war in the Donbass has abruptly changed many fates, including mine, and the heroines of my stories (our glorious office has been broken up, now I am a writer). Our company was engaged in customs clearance of transit ...
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