Chipped blockheads. Fedor Laburchenko

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      BOSS (in a tired voice): Hello.

      SKIN-HEADED (in a drawling manner): Rudolfich, you, like Smolny, are hard to reach!

      BOSS (ignores his words): Something urgent? I have no time to waste. Spit it out.

      SKIN-HEADED (starts to speak faster): The village with a spring, remember?

      BOSS: Well…

      SKIN-HEADED: People are charged, equipment is fueled.

      BOSS: Did you find out everything?

      SKIN-EHEADED: Yes, there is an old farter there and a cunt with him. Right now we’ll scare them a little, and they’ll sign everything like one o’clock. Don’t worry, Rudolfych, they aren’t the first we’ve brought to heel!

      BOSS: Be careful, Ignat, times are different now. We should talk to people. Psychology, my friend, makes life easier. Got it?

      IGNAT (a stupid smile appears on his face): No.

      BOSS (sighs): It’s a pity. Well, forget it.

      IGNAT: So what?

      BOSS: What do you mean by “what?”

      IGNAT: Do you give me a green light for starting the operation?

      BOSS: You’ve said it: People are refueled, equipment is charged.

      IGNAT: Wow, did I say it that way?

      BOSS: No, Ignat, I’m kidding! I’m trying to make you smile. But in vain, as I can see. In short, you better go as you are. Without a smile, you’ll look even more terrifying. I give the green light. Shift yourself to the area. If something or someone is in the way, bring them down to hell.

      IGNAT: So, it’s well under way? Have you ironed it out with the governor? Or who is the point man on this land?

      BOSS (sighs again): Ignat, let me prepare a report in writing and give it to you by morning.

      IGNAT (with a surprised face): Are you serious?!

      BOSS (shouting into the phone): No, damn it, Ignat, you have some nerve! Do I have to report you? If I said “green light”, I mean “green light”. If I say stop, it means stop. Turn off your head and just follow my instructions. When I need you to turn on, I’ll tell you. Is it clear?

      IGNAT (upset): Yes…

      BOSS: So, forward!

      The boss hung up. Ignat threw his smartphone onto the passenger seat and cursed. Got out of the car. He climbed the hill behind him. From there, the man could see the parking lot for special purpose equipment: an excavator, two dump trucks, a bulldozer, a manipulator, and a slightly rusty Niva. Drivers and workers gathered in a circle in the very center of the parking lot: they smoked, talked loudly, and some even played cards. Noticing Ignat, everyone froze, waiting for a signal. He solemnly raised his hand, waited a few seconds, then waved, calling on the drivers to take their seats and move in the indicated direction.