From each department, someone had to be sent to the Society of sobriety.

The manager called me. Next to him was the parth of the faculty.

― Sergey, ― started with the snack carefully, ― You don’t seem to drink?

― I do not drink. ― I agree with you.

This is beautiful. ― The chief and the partorg looked over and breathed relieved, after which the chief continued, ― So you will join the Society of sobriety. You’ll be there... fighting.

― With whom? ― I asked him.

― Well, with whom, with whom...― the chairman and partorg again looked, ― With us.