The Magic Word

Fifty-year-old Boris is our permanent artist decorator. Yes, he looks like a decorator artist: a tall, weaker eyewear in a colorful coat, and also with an earpiece in his ear. Now, only a rat tail remained from his cunning hair, but before Bora was bald, there was something to admire.
And today in the smoking room he told how he met his future wife Larisa:
- We met in the theatre, I gave her my turn in the buffet. Word for word, after the show was called to go home.
It turned out that Larisa lived in such a remote ass that it was dangerous to go there without a squad of automakers, in addition, in the courtyard at the beginning of the 90s. Winter and night.
Normal, human passers have long been sucking in the houses.
Our way was through the "tube" - a low and dark pedestrian crossing under the railway, but there, in the darkness, under the bridge, some company settled. How many people - it is unknown, only the "gur gur" was heard and cigarette lights were seen.
As soon as Larisa felt the company, she immediately stopped sharply, took a sad breath and began to tell us how to get around this place: one-and-a-half kilometers to the station, then through the bridge and back.
Where to go? Not going straight into the wolf’s bow?
And I tell her:

- Larocha, maybe without me you walked around - and around, but now you are with a man, and I will not offend you to anyone, do not be afraid.
Why not be afraid? Boris, you don’t even know how many people there are?
– Give your hand, Larisa, and now let’s go together, we’ll count them all.

I turned on Belmont’s valley walk, and we boldly plunged into the pipe. The company under the bridge was not small at all, there were eight people, or maybe more. They drank wine, smoked, and I even fired a cigarette at them. for the point. I wish everyone good luck and we calmly went on.
Larissa was stunned because she thought I was a simple botan, no more, and I turned out to be a real Belmont.

I could not stand and interrupted Boris.

A young man, a boy, a man, I respect you. To be honest, I’t go. It could be so cool, especially as the place is suitable. How did you not fear?
Very correct question. I would not go in my own life. I am a suicide, right? I heard a magical word. My eyesight is not very good, but my hearing is good.
What magical word?
"While Larisa explained to me the scheme of the circumference, I, in the midst of laughter and matte, from underneath the bridge, heard quietly but clearly, accidentally said, a magical word - "Meyerhold"...