In the mid-1980s he worked as a slugsman at the Sunday Chimkombinate.

And when the construction of the Dolphin pool was completed in the city, the party's ruler appealed, apparently, to the management of the enterprise, with a request to allocate workers to help the builders. In order to meet the timing,...

I was sent from our factory EFC-3 as the youngest and least valuable worker, I came there recently after the army, and I was sent to all such locks.

Well, I came to the pool at 8:00 p.m. - the "commanded" from the chemical combination were people of 20 or 30 different ages.
We sit and smoke. No one is going to be especially stressed. The men are bustling...

A master or master comes and asks, “Who knows how to work with a hammer?”
Everyone is silent, I get up, I say, "Before the army I worked at the RMZ, and a couple of days happened there to wall wall walls."
The Master says, “Excellent! Let us go!”

Afterwards, before lunch, these men said to me, “Why did you call? It’s not your shop, you’re still paid here on average – why break up? The day has passed and it’s okay.”
But sitting down or walking was boring to me.
And the hammer liked working - the results are visible, and I need someone all the time.

Of course, I used to sit when there was no work. But it happened that the master would say something to continue for the electricians, let’s say, and here the water suppliers are already resorting, and they are sitting waiting when I am done to help me stretch the hose to their site, and someone else is already in line behind them... That motivated me.

And once on Sunday there was a temporary love, the girl stayed with me until morning, and it was like it was time to work, but I did not want to break up. He sat on a bicycle, went to the building, gave the master a donor certificate for the retreat, and returned to it.

On Tuesday I come to the "Delfine" - there some boss came, and all the engineers-master-probe went to the construction for this man, showing where what was left to do, and at what time. And in the basement he is told that here under the ceiling to put the pipes. He angrily asks, say, why did not do this before, because because of this something there is not done next.
And there were such newly laid-out kinds of thick brick clothes, in which for these pipes you need to cut niches under the ceiling.
He was told that there was no worker on the hammer.
He is also angry, “And now is this worker?”
I go forward, “I’m here...”
He asks, “Will you do it by evening?”
I say, "The forest is already there, fifteen minutes to start the compressor and stretch the hose, and half an hour to cut - the cutting is fresh, what is there..."
He turned and went on with everyone.

And to me the men: “What are you like the Corchagin spider on a narrow lane? I would say - yes, I will do it by evening... Then I would agree with the master that as you do - go home... The hours before 12 would be rested in no hurry, and would arrange a short day..."
I didn’t think of such a crazy thing.

Well, and a few years ago - 30 years later, it turns out - already as a journalist did a report on the capremont of the pool. I went down to this room and looked at the pipes in these niches.