At the third grade, my friend Marina became the owner of a separate home from the parents - inherited by two with the older brother of the apartment of some relative. It was only her brother, Cole, who ruined Idylia. He, as it turned out, was one of those to whom it was contraindicated to live without a watchful parental eye: he quickly went on his way, began to bump hard, and in a part-year turned into a fucking thing.

He was expelled from a decent job and arranged a watchman on the schedule of the day after three days - in fact, he whispered two after two: after work, the day went off, then the remaining two weekends drank, then went to work to be sober, then the cycle repeated. It must be said that the guard from Kohl was a bit of a bit: small in height, thin, hellishly inhibited and poorly conscious of reality because of the fact that he was permanently drunk or with a hammer (also, interfered with alcohol with some pills)... Unless the bandits would die of laughter, seeing this miracle in the feathers with a gun.

Recently (and more than ten years have passed since the beginning of the story) I turned on the city TV channel and saw Kolya there as my own person. He has changed little, even the speaking pace is slow and the look is still as focused. The teeth and hair are shrinking. Only he is now Orthodox and will prophesy hell to all who do not repent. I think: it’s someone who paid the powerful black piar of the RPC or they’re crazy themselves.