The evening. Everybody has been apart for a long time, except our cohesive leadership. I approach the semi-open door of the director’s office, I hear his voice: “Yes, age, you can’t do anything. What in youth was an overwhelming opportunity is now a little pleasant, but a duty. Here’s a simple test – how many miles would you have walked for that 30 years ago? How much now?”

I remembered my turbulent student years and a long, quite happy marital life. He could not fail to join the director's observation, and gave his answer to the wise director's test: at the age of 16 on Marina Neelova - a thousand kilometers would easily go away, like a lion. Fire girlfriend at senior courses - 30 kilometers would have passed, further would have been lazy. Now on my wife - well, 5 kilometers I will probably walk. Preferably in the park. Even though it is so close, it is so close!

In response, the entire direction around the bottle of whiskey looked at me thoughtfully. Suddenly it exploded. Finally, the director managed to cope with the spasms and said, “No, five kilometers is still good. I fell a mile. Only we remembered the overseas missions of our youth. I’m going to go to Copenhagen and see him. Go to the terminals!”