Code of honor. Storybook. Nicolay Vladimirovich Lakutin

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СКАЧАТЬ period of his worthless existence. The loader was in a warehouse, the security guard worked Nemer, the janitor, the receiver of glass container, the postman, I very much liked this work, but the drunk company which met me on the way sent me for two months to hospital, with multiple bruises and the crack in a bone which has received as a result of blow by a baseball bat on a foot. But as a child I often fought and accustomed to endure pain, and the wounds will heal and life will go on. Here in the hospital I met an employee of the city airport, who later helped me to get here, and here I am working in this quiet place for six and a half years. The place is good, I am eternally grateful, to the neighbor on chamber that it helped me to settle here, unfortunately, it here worked not long, and here five years I didn't meet it. Airport employees, of course, I know in person and even some know something from history.

      Vaughn Alexander Samuilovich-Director of our airport, passed.

      «Hello.»

      Here come the dispatcher

      «Good morning»

      Here are the cleaners have already finished the shift, going home…

      "All the best, goodbye…»

      Well, here's day two. And in my spare time I clean two entrances in the neighboring house. Work is not so much, and all, some no penny. Of course more difficult in the winter, the snow laid all the time, but nothing but have something to do.

      People here are nice, always say Hello, and not "for show", but with a soul, a human being. It is a pleasure to work with such people. Girls sometimes second entrance while waiting for the guys, say to me a word, a couple three minutes of precious communication, and then for them come in expensive cars with open Windows, which rumbles music. Girls about thirty, and they all walk, have fun. So funny. A couple of years ago, I had a friend with charming blue eyes. But then she moved to another city, and I stayed here. Were the girls at the youth… but that was long ago it was, and there was not anything interesting.

      "Great, Vitek" -shouted from around the corner. It was two brothers from the third apartment, we sometimes sit with them on a bench in the evenings. -Come here?»

      They went with the" two " beer to our shop. I finished sweeping around the entrance and joined them.

      "You heard, to us here in the sixteenth apartment new residents are occupied. Ignatia grandmother sold the apartment, moved out to the daughter in Stavropol, and we're gonna have new neighbors, let's see what there is for fruit."

      "No, I haven't heard anything about it»

      "And look, "zilok" pulls, just seems they're taking things. Well, what's that, what's that???»

      To the first entrance a car came along, I stood next to ZIL. Out of the car is not a familiar family, the movers jumped off the truck, and began to carry things to the entrance.

      A man, forty-forty-five years old, a woman with him looks pretty well, two daughters, probably them, ran after the movers.

      "Okay, guys, I have an early day tomorrow for a change, well catch you there sometime and get acquainted" – and I went home to my room in the Dorm allocated to the airport.

      ***

      When I was walking home next to the road, a big black car stopped not far from me, the tinted glass of the front passenger door came down, from which a shaved man looked out.

      "Hey, bro, you don't need a job?"he said in a hoarse voice.

      I looked around, there was no one around me.

      "Yes you, you say, a hundred bucks a day plus a meal, but we must decide right now»

      "And what should be done?"I asked.

      "You worked as a security guard? Well, that's generally the same, but the level is different. So what? Thinking?".

      "Well, I can't right now… I have a shift in the morning. If there is only according to the schedule agree»

      "You che you are stupid, you brother, you on change for a month pay so much how many here in two days you will have, let solve a question, and tomorrow evening after six we will approach you".

      All evening I was tormented by doubts: "it is Interesting, it is interesting, money certainly would not prevent very much, but that there for work such highly paid and why addressed to me – it is not clear. I did not quit yet, I agreed with the shift workers to work together for a couple of weeks without me, and then the situation will become clear."

      In the evening of the next day I got a call at the door. On the threshold stood the same clean-shaven man. Without waiting for my invitation, he came, threw on my sofa, ironed strict suit, a large package of food and said that tomorrow at six in the morning will come for me.

      "You have to be at the parade by six, full, clean and shaved," the uninvited guest said, pointing to his beard.

      "Wait, I haven't agreed to work with you yet?»

      "Do you mind?"– don't looking back already sitting in the doorway, delivered the guy.

      It was somehow not with his hands, and feeling his intonation is insecure.

      "No…" I said hoarsely.

      "So, until six in the morning" – a man slammed the door.

      ***

      I have been so delicious did not eat, Yes, frankly, do not remember eating there ever be something like that. In the left package there were fresh vegetables, baked ham, two kinds of sausages, shrimp in vinegar, fresh loaf, Ukrainian bread, red caviar – tasty…, and some convolutions with cookies and some sweets.

      Rights was Alentova in the movie "Moscow does not believe in tears," saying that after forty life is just beginning. Full and happy I lay down on the sofa, turned on the old TV and dozed off quietly.

      ***

      A knock on the door woke me up. When I opened it, I saw the same man who promised to stop by at six in the morning yesterday.

      "Yeah, well, I didn't think you'd be ready for shit by six, so I stopped by at five in the morning. Get ready, come on – " he told me as I was already running into the bathroom with a towel.

      By half-past six I was ready, and we moved to the exit. In the car sat another man-the driver, he gave me a hand with a hundred dollars, and we have reigned full of love and mutual respect.

      A couple of hours driving on a country road. The boys didn't drop a word. When we turned to the abandoned warehouse, which was crowded with people, the driver gave me the trunk and said:

      "You are able to address as far as I know, among those guys ours isn't present so if that, don't spare cartridges. We will speak, and you little by little delve."

      We've stayed in. Exited. We were surrounded by seven healthy guys with machine guns, one of them took a step forward.

      "Hey guys," yelled our driver, obviously not sociable of companions.

      "Let's get down to business" – calm and measured voice stretched out to us hunched boy. Then my new bald friend came out to the guys.

      "Che there, our boys did not share? Was, like all agreements, it's ours, it's yours, all in the subject, why talk about that place?»

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