Match Point

“Mastery is the stability of the outcome.”
(Mr M. Zhvanetsky)

I always stop at the occasion, I stop and watch with envy and admiration the work of real professionals. And it doesn’t matter who you are: the shoemaker in your booth, the bus driver, or the worker on the factory conveyor. And the more impossible it is for me to repeat it myself, the more interesting it is to observe.

Last Saturday, I was lucky to see the work of a high-class professional.

The case was in a suburban restaurant at a large, fun wedding.

I immediately attracted attention to that couple of guests.
She is: small, thick, eyelashed. Like a young "student" who in the school tiger cage tries to look stricter than her character allows. He is a tall blonde in a huge strict costume. I don't know what he's tall, but judging by the fact that he didn't raise his hands, hugged his "teacher" by his shoulders, apparently not small. And his tie was unusually long, the usual would not reach the belt.

By the gentle eyes of the girl and the curved back of the giant, it was immediately apparent that they loved each other. You see it is all.

The bridegroom whispered to me that this tall, his best friend and classmate was Vasya. What Vasya is a professional volleyball player, he was still in the fifth grade with one sting could send in the knock-out any ten-class student. And now he is almost in the national team and at least, he plays in world-class teams.

Started scourge competitions, then dances, gave hot, again competitions, cake, then again dances and about Vasya I completely forgot, but here the girls started their main wedding competition: I catch a small tightly broken bouquet of the bride.

There were a lot of unmarried girls, a man twenty. They joked, but more seriously, pushed, trying to take the most advantageous positions before the decisive throw.

Joined them and Vasina “student”. At first, she stood in front of everyone, even took off the glasses, but with her "metre of forty", there was nothing to catch there at all, even standing on the board. The bucket must fly much higher. Then she settled behind the whole crowd, but quickly realized that from there even the bride is not visible, not that the bouquet. As a result, the little girl stumbled somewhere to watch what was happening. I must admit, I was even a little sorry for her.

Finally, the bride turned away, and ripping the bouquet, shouted: “R-a-a-z!”, “Dv-a-a!”“!”

At this moment, as a sin, between the bride and a crowd of suffering girls, Vassya passed, the bouquet flew straight into him. Vasya wept, somehow uncomfortable pulled his head into his shoulders and closed with his hand.

The bouquet stumbled somewhere completely to the side and... landed exactly on the chest of a frightened “student”

Everyone was silent, some even shouted that there was "interference", the throw was not counted, it would have to be thrown.

But here, in the general turmoil, Vasya quickly approached his girlfriend and fell on his knees before her, because it was so appropriate, and most likely, so that, finally, their faces were at the same height. In a large, dissolved Vasina’s hand lay an open box.

The "student" cried and immediately, along with a trophy bouquet and a box, used to the pencil to his huge bridegroom.

Everyone applauded them for a long time and even shouted to them, “Bad!”

Half an hour later, I waited, when Vasya, slightly upset, stood alone for a second, approached and said:

Congratulations again, it was beautiful. But I want to ask – what if it didn’t work? Did you have a spare plan?

Vasya looked at me with a complacent glance and joyfully replied:

What does it mean “not succeeded”? Hm, it didn’t work... Here are you... Nothing on “you”? Who are you by profession?

I am a TV director.

The Director? You’re shouting “the motorcycle”?

It happens.

“Then imagine that you shouted ‘mo’ and you couldn’t shout ‘tor’... Strange, right? This is a very simple combination, easy pass. She served the ordinary bride, not the Brazilian. The throw is sluggish and predictable. Well how? How could it not work? It’s my job, I’ve been doing it all my life, I’ve been doing it for six years.

But with the box and the truth was not easy, tightly opened, the dog, I was afraid that without the nails I would not open in time.

Vasya stood on his pants, put his hand on his forehead, saw what he wanted, soon apologized and went through the crowd to his "student"...