He visited the child in the camp, walked around the territory, found a phone. He lies on his own path, still warm, probably just fell out of the pocket of some swelling. At first they wanted to take the guard, but on the way decided that we can call on any number, find out the name of the owner, and return the phone to him. Even more pleasant.

There were only two contacts in the phone book. “Mom” and “Papa”. After a moment, I pressed “Papa.”

Hi my son! There was a pleasant baryton in the tube.

Sorry, this is not my son. I said. We found the phone, we want to return the owner. Is this your son’s phone?

Yes my son. The interlocutor answered confusedly at the end. How did he get to you?

I say I found. I walked and looked at the phone. Probably fell out of the pocket. He is in which squad?

Who is?

Bariton was frankly dumb. "I should have called my mom," I thought, on the other hand, it was easy for me to understand the confusion of my father when a strange man calls from the child's number. I patiently repeated.

Their son. Which team is he in, you know?

He is not in the squad.

Is he the leader?

What a leader? Where did you find that phone?

Here in the territory.

In what territory?! to

in the camp area.

What camp? Is that a joke?

You know, I don’t want to joke. I came to the camp to visit my child, we found the phone. The Friendship Camp. Do you know where your child is?

I know where my child is! This has nothing to do with any camp. Either you are mocking, or you are making a mistake.

This is easy to find out now. I said.

We just approached the guard house.

Name the child's name and age. I asked for bariton.

And while one of the guards was shrinking the sheets with children’s lists, my interlocutor sang in the tube, digesting what was happening. I specially kept the phone closer to the guard so that the baryton could hear the answer from the first mouth.

There is one! Finally the guardian said, repeating the name and the name of the child. The Sixth Division. Corps three.

Have you heard? I asked on the phone. - Now we will take the child's phone, and you will find out for yourself if it is your child or not yours.

and well. The interlocutor answered with a loud voice. and thanks. Where do you say that camp is?

In the costume. It is from Yaroslavl.

The fucking! Bariton suddenly broke out.

What is? I asked. Something is wrong?

No, it is all so. I am sorry. Bariton said.

And after a moment of silence, suddenly evil passed through his teeth:

All is so! Just wondering, if the child in the camp, then with whom did this shit go to Egypt?! to