From the stories of the “movements” of the construction workers.

After the first course, we, real yet children, with the unbeaten until the end consciousness of my sons, sent to the construction team to the distant Volodovskiy. To build a railway either to forestry farms, or to the areas of Kotlas and the surrounding area. The headquarters of the detachment was confused - where to send this young shellfish, so as not to confuse it under the feet of the zombies of the summer shabash. And by his naivety, he did not go where it was necessary to assign and steal the headquarters. Fortunately or unfortunately for them, some local forestry company asked a group of students to put them on a remote site with a barrel for shooters and trucks. whom? Here are the ones to exercise. And here they bring the child to a remote pick-up, load them out a potato tank, a box of potatoes, point their finger to the shell where they live and the other finger to the place where in a week the shell should stand. Removing the hand, they say - the forest and the columns of the tam, the wire to turn here, the boards and the shiffer to remove from those cabins. We take in a week. and wrapped. We remained alone. As they arranged, they built a mangal and went to look for pillars. Probably not on that side. Now we realize that what we found was not intended for the navy. These were LEP supports, stored together or simply hidden by someone until the better times. But an order is an order. It is said to do, it must. That this fucking unbearable weight - did not make anyone think at all. On the contrary, we are physics engineers of the future. From the pipes of the destroyed water pump made a railway, on it placed rolls from a rotten tractor, drawn on paper in cells a plan. and forward.
They forgot about us. I came to take the task in two weeks. They were met by a gang of bearded swollen from the bites of mosquitoes and mosquitoes in the bats, left of the beautiful forms of the construction workers at first, and behind their back stood THIS! The giant size of the heroin with a height of 20 meters, covered with a thick wall of rust iron with balancers from the wind load (we are physicists crazy). Oh yeah, just spoke the director of the Lespromhoza. There was a slang from the staff of the surrounding areas. Probably we’ve hit the chairman’s ass. Overall it ended well. At our anchor, locals first conducted excursions, and then adapted for the storage of left-handed pile materials and helicopters. They paid us 300 rubles and sent us away from our sins to our mothers. Only then we left as boys, and came as fighters, men who did their men's hard work for the first time. It was a construction team.