We built a multi-storey house, I worked there.
And, as in all buildings after removing the plywood, there were a few boards left, which are nowhere - short, broken, cracked - unliquid, shorter. The concrete worker Volodya approaches me (a bad man in general) with a request to give them to him on wood, his private house is melting with a stove.
Yes, for the sake of God, I say, the construction will only be cleaner, but transport and loading, you, Volodya, will provide yourself.
I told the guard that the gazelle with wood should be missed and once a week (on Fridays) Volodya, as a sanitary officer of the building, would honestly clean it from wood dirt.
Man is weak.
And for the third time, when a gazelle loaded with wood came out of the gate, a guard approached me and said that Vova was somewhat overwhelmed and loaded pretty good boards and brushes (a little, 10-12 pieces, but the very fact...), overwhelmed them with unliquidity and left very happy.
I understood that if this is not stopped, then all the saw material from the construction will move to him in the garden, it is a matter of time, and the main thing that I seemed to have allowed myself.
I postponed my education work until Monday.
In the morning it was necessary to make a marking of the columns on the 5th floor, I went up to the floor to check how the work is going and saw how Volodya faithfully painted on the barracks with a floommaster in his hand and under the guidance of a geodeticist on the concrete covering of the axis and the corners of the shell. His jacket rattled a little up and a strip of blue wolf-shaped trusses was visible.
When lunch came (this is holy, exactly at 12:00 the construction is completely shut down, well, if there is no concrete) I went to the concrete workers in the household and asked: well, how well, Volodya, we agreed on wood, and you started to take a good broom from your home building, it's not good Vova.
It is clear that he denied everything, even tried to be offended, which I said with a tired voice: I, Volodya, know everything that is happening at the construction site and I know everything about everyone, for example, I know that you came to work today in blue pants, and you rub me about the blush here.
The pause...
I will never forget those eyes.