During the stagnation, he worked as an electrician in the factory. In the workshop people with humor, almost every day something will come up (closed factory, harmful production, work volumes are small, a lot of free time).
We had an electrician Nikitich, already at the age (that was what I thought then), very much wanted to become a master. The man vanity, got to the energy of the office – appoint me I.O. The Master! And so several times. His candidacy was rejected, but the whole workshop learned about his wish, and our joke-workers, the electricists, took up the matter. First, intentionally attached to Nikitich the nickname - "IO". Nikitich was terribly offended, quarreled with Matt. Then the inscriptions "IO" began to appear in various localized places of the workshop. Everyone was rotting, and the evil Nikitich ran around the shop and scattered or painted these inscriptions. Here is the culmination:
Near the workshop in the center of the square is a smoking bedroom with bars and a hole for smokers. From the door of the workshop to the smoker between the trees is laid a sandy path with sidewalks of about 70x70 cm. In the morning, 10-15 people are going to smoke, talk.
I go out of the shop to smoke, from the pavilion - laughter, reason for laughter: on each pavilion tiles to the pavilion itself paint is written - "IO". I join the company, everyone laughs, waiting for Nikitich to come out. Finally, Nikitich comes out of the shop (an explosion of laughter), sees the inscriptions, tries to wipe with his shoe (an explosion of laughter), moves his lips (laughter), lights his face and runs back to the shop (laughter, discussion of options). He runs out of the shop with a break (laughter), tries to squeeze the inscription from the nearest plate - it doesn't work (laughter), again lights the face, squeezes the plate with a break and turns (pause, explosion, people roll on the shops and in the grass): on the rear side of the plate the inscription - "IO". Nikitich turns the next plate – “IO”. The people with the whisper are scattered by the scourge.
The night shift signed all the plates on both sides.