The morning. 8 to 15.

My wife went to work and took her son to the kindergarten. I sat in front of the notebook with a plate of cabbage, a cup of tea and a few baked beets. On the screen loads Shogun-2 Total War, I sit in anticipation of a pleasant breakfast.

The sudden phone call in the neighboring room does not allow me to communicate even the first tablespoon. One word of matta still broke out, but I go after the telephone and accept a call from an unknown number.

A stubborn, once familiar voice quickly replies: Muromskiy (Family), you?! Did I find the right phone?! to

I was a little confused: I, yes, right.

Where are you now? Are you already on the field?! to

Oh no, did I go to the field?

Here hangs a pause for a few seconds - apparently the defendant was getting more air.

What do you mean? ? Where are you, Naomi?

At home, I have not served for a year. (I actually ended my contract in January)

The second pause.

– One mouth, one mouth, one mouth, one mouth, one mouth, one mouth, one mouth, one mouth, one mouth, one mouth, one mouth, one mouth.





Here, I think now, call him back or well, you’ll go on duty in the weekend.( by

But it seems that somebody I have deceived by my absence.