Claws of Mercy. Natalie Yacobson

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      “They don’t like coming here, but they have to,” he reported. “Their employers send them. It takes a long time to get here, there are no settlements around.”

      “Not one! Are you sure?”

      “Yes.”

      “It’s strange, why build a hospital where there are no settlements,” Ruslan couldn’t get the facade of the gloomy hospital out of his head. It seemed as if some voice was calling him to go back there.”

      “Maybe it was to treat some rare disease that couldn’t be allowed to spread.”

      Dima looked longingly after the couriers.

      “Now they’ll bring a new batch of food in a week,” he sighed. “We’ll have to stretch our food supplies for seven days.”

      “You like to eat.”

      “And I like to drink. And I don’t like to mess around in the mud. This construction site is filthy, like a swamp under the ground. One night I even thought I saw clawed hands coming out of the ground. Can you imagine?”

      “You must have been drinking.”

      “I was just daydreaming about how good it would be to work as a courier instead of sitting on this construction site.”

      Ruslan noticed how heavy the couriers’ backpacks were and didn’t envy them. Couriers always reminded him of modern-day peddlers. They, too, went door-to-door and carried their goods with them.

      The pizza with slices of sausage was not tasty at all. Ruslan didn’t like mineral water. We should have brought tea bags and a thermos.

      “Our oligarch is in no hurry to make sure that we have a decent meal.”

      “Well, it’s not an expensive restaurant here,” Dima said philosophically.

      “This pizza is making me sick.”

      “If you need it, I brought some Allochol for intestinal distress.

      Ruslan only grinned wryly. You can’t help bad food with pills. The pizza was definitely not fresh. The slices, wrapped in foil, were covered with mold that he hadn’t noticed a second ago.

      “They say everything rots fast in these places. It’s a bad atmosphere.”

      “You should not build a mansion in a place like this!”

      Did the oligarch not realize that all the works of art he had collected would perish in a bad climate? Or did he buy some perfect equipment to keep the building at the right temperature for storing antiquities. How much money does it take to create the same atmosphere in a private building as in a museum! It seems that Vereskovsky is fabulously rich, but he does everything with a twist. Ruslan could say with certainty that there was no other construction site like this one. Everything is done not as it should be done, but as it is more convenient for the customer.

      In general, there was nothing to complain about. Ruslan adored his work. Architecture was not only a job for him, but also a hobby. His favorite occupation helped him to survive. Unloved work often makes people depressed. But with favorite work you feel useful and happy.

      But just because someone is building a private Hermitage, you feel an acute sense of injustice. Ruslan himself didn’t even have enough money for a micro-apartment. And living on the corner with elderly relatives is the most difficult ordeal faced by many young adults. Renting a house is also an unacceptable luxury for most young people. Often people work hard, and their wages are barely enough for food and a bus pass.

      “When I was a kid,” Ruslan recalled, “my grandparents opened a bank account in my name. They knew how hard it was to live in a dormitory, and they were saving money so that their grandson would have his own apartment when he grew up. And one day, all the savings simply disappeared from the accounts, it was promised to be reimbursed, but there was no compensation. My grandmother liked to repeat that all our money went into the deep pockets of some new Russians. In those days, many people lost all their savings, but out of nowhere, fabulously rich people suddenly appeared.”

      “Are you implying that our employer made his money dishonestly?”

      “How can you get that kind of wealth honestly? He’s copying Midas. He even commissioned a statue made of solid gold!”

      “Maybe he’ll end up like Midas. All dishonest people get screwed in the end, but we have to please him for now if we want to get paychecks and bonuses.”

      “Don’t even count on bonuses! He’s got everything on the books for his employees, but the furniture here is probably inlaid with gems.”

      “If only someone would want the furniture here. I have the impression that Vereskovsky is building a temple, not a palace.”

      “Do you have that impression too?” Ruslan was surprised. He thought he was the only one who looked at a drawing of a palace under construction and compared it to the Parthenon or the Taj Mahal. It looks like a temple and a tomb at the same time.

      “I also have a feeling that everything here might collapse like the Tower of Babel or tilt like the Leaning Tower of Pisa,” Dima confessed.

      “Why is that?”

      “It is because you work sluggishly. I constantly have to correct your drawings.”

      “The atmosphere of this place has a bad effect on me, as if there were some evil here,” Ruslan looked around. There were only Tajiks doing various jobs, and he was expecting ghosts.

      “It’s all because of the abandoned hospital and the stories they spread about it. They say that in the old days the hospital was the estate of some nobleman with a bad reputation.”

      “Why do you call it abandoned?” Ruslan was indignant. “I’ve seen people going in there myself.”

      “If you continue to wear your nerves out with this, you’ll soon find yourself in the hospital, and your position will be given to another architect. There were many of them around here. Vereskovsky is looking for some genius who can combine completely different architectural styles into one building. The only thing I agree with you on is that it was necessary to pay three times the price for such a complex work,” Dima drank mineral water and didn’t grimace. Apparently, he liked it.

      Ruslan noticed some winged shadows on the construction site. Probably huge birds flew over the construction site.

      “Since high school, when I once went to the hospital,” Ruslan confessed, “the thing I dread the most is hospitals. Forced idleness depresses me, and various medical procedures make me sick.”

      Perhaps it was a mistake for him to admit it out loud. It was as if someone had heard his words and taken note.

      “My sister was disappointed in doctors, too,” Dima confessed in turn. “She went to them for treatment of teenage acne. They ran her through a bunch of paid tests and prescribed expensive drugs that did not help at all. In the end, the kind doctors consoled her СКАЧАТЬ