I worked in an office working in the field of energy supply. There was one veteran named Andrew. His hair was strange. It was like under the machine, but behind the ears the brushes ticked, as if they hadn't just shaved.



The understanding of such a hairstyle came when we left to eliminate the consequences of KZ on the 10-kilovolt line. The reasons were unclear, the line was empty and dry. We entered the booth, the door was safely covered by the wind, but we are working. Everything has been checked, the key to the start is tension. We head out and suddenly Andrew:

Stand up, and your mother!

I and two monkeys are dying. Andrei on his chicks approaches the door and with a three-storey mat throws a hole in it. Scars, mat, the whole brigade falls to the ground, there is silence in the cabin. Everything flew out again. In full officenia, we begin to study the design. It turns out that the water from the drain of the house, to which the booth belonged, by the cable from the roof descended to the booth, and there by the steel door to the transformator itself. The tension was enough.



In the evening, after a beer, I discovered that Andrew's brushes behind his ears are not just so left. In his youth, he was hit by electricity twice, and twice he was in the hospital afterwards. After the second time, he left the hospital only four weeks later, grown and grown. And once noticed that the hair on the head as it approaches the tension begins to rise. Since then, after experimenting with hairstyles, he began to wear such brushes. For the last 17 years that Andrey has been the chief in the brigade, there has been no strike.