Dad told me. In his youth, he was a field sheriff, for some time he worked in an ambulance in a psychiatric brigade. Once there was a challenge - the retiree-chekist exacerbated his skull with paranoia. And this grandfather in the city knew: not the first time, and he despite his old age, with his Jiu-Jitsu dressed a set of ments rarely when his soul appeared. He was taken by two brigades throughout his life - psychiatrists for him, and anti-shock menta pumping. But the mentions are busy, something happened. Well, Dad suggested to play on the combat experience of the old fighter of the invisible front. He went to the post office, asked for a brown envelope, asked for the tape for telegrams to be printed "You must appear urgently in the administration..." and so on. Surguchem tapped, 20 kopecks with the emblem pushed off, the whole entourage... He came, the coat removed. The daughter or daughter-in-law:
“Papa is locked up, he doesn’t let anyone.”
“I’ll try it politely.”
knocking at the door.
“Nikolai Matveevich?”
“Yes”
“Your package”
“Where from?”
“Well, what stupid questions... put a signature, a number and a time.”
The door opens, the hand takes the envelope, after a minute returns, signed by the CERNILS (PEROM): NAME, NAME, FATHER, SIGNATURE, DATA, TIME.
“The car is waiting for you at the entrance.”
He came out in a leather jacket, in a trio suit, in a white shirt, chested, inflated, with a folder.
“Why the ambulance?”
“Do you want a black limousine with a flashlight?”
“Young man, chekist, you think.”
In a word, as long as grandfather realized how, he was already wrapped to the seat. He admired how he was taken professionally. The father then received thanks from the boss for his professionalism and inventiveness.