A couple of years ago, I rested at the sea as a savage with a tent.

On a nudist beach, which is important.

Even more importantly, I did not run naked, but 99% of the time I was in a swimsuit, and I did not wear civilian human clothes.

The community of vacationers is small and quite tightly communicating, so new acquaintances cannot be avoided. Unfortunately, the unpleasant too.

So, rested in the neighborhood with us an extremely foolish man, let’s call him M.

Gondon was the one, in his head, some infernal blend of religion with Patshanic principles, putting his opinion into any conversation, without asking how appropriate it is at all.

In addition, it was a little bit rotting.

M looked like it. Excess weight in hell quantity, eternally dirty, well, and just frankly steep guy.

In general, the rare case when the exterior and the inner world are in perfect harmony.

This is a general prehistory. History is so.

I was working at the time in the IT department of a large bank, and on that sunny day I stood in a smoking room with my colleagues, who, unfortunately, were very many. The boss, the friends, the boyfriends from the neighboring department, the man I liked at the time – a complete combo.

And suddenly I see, Baa, a couple of meters from me passes M, hasn’t changed at all!

He was in some fucking T-shirt, the smell at such a distance was felt very clearly, in general, M made the full impression of a bomzh - alcoholavt.

My heart beat more often, the only thought was, “Lord, even if he passed by, even if he didn’t notice me.”

Oh yeah happy.

M turns and confidently moves towards our company. From colleagues already sound jokes about "what a mortgage does to people", I pray that he doesn't say any heroin.

Thou shalt go [2]

M approaches, looks straight at me and says:

Oooooh, Katyuuunja is here!

He looks at me from the top down and continues:

It’s so unusual to see you in clothes.



The faces of colleagues. The curtain.