At eight in the morning I was awakened by a phone call. The unknown number.
There are people who have the luxury right to unknown numbers of the tube not to take, but we lawyers are deprived of this right.
We, like Dr. Ibolit, always wait for work on the phone, so I took it.

I heard an agitated voice from a guy who belonged to him. So, by the way, the voice, without brutality, as if the cock who stood on the foot, whispered: "Babule, babule, it is me.
“My grandson! Grandchild what happened? You’re okay?” — I woke up, realizing that these zones went out to work in the morning, their branch that the Zapadosts grandchildren responds.

The voice in the trumpet, whispering, whispered and pronounced joyfully: “Baby! I hit a man in a car. The dead man is dead, he does not breathe, the dead man lies, he does not move. Blood is everywhere.”

Fuck, I was scared! Uncle, it’s not the first time that you’re waking me up again. Pull it off to the nearest bushes and drive yourself calmly. Just don’t forget to wash the car right away, not like last time.”

The voice cried and probably should have put the phone, but I probably got some trainee or just a fool, well, or a man whose motto was the phrase "never give up," so the voice with less enthusiasm said: "Grandma, this is not time, here the mints came."

“Your mother, call Uncle Serjoze, let him come and deal with his employees. Serezhka said a hundred times, "give your halluys the numbers of cars of all of us, so that we will not distract you in the little things," I said tired.
“Grandpa, so I don’t have his number, I have a new phone, I haven’t recorded it yet” – the tube whispered, the voice of the ringing man in front of his eyes.
“I will not give it to you either. I’m without glasses, I’m lying on the beach in Monterrey by the sea, and my glasses are left in the country. My grandson, it is easier. In Google, use the phrase "Chief Police Chief of Moscow" and you will immediately get Serezhka and his number," I said.
“Baby, the mints want money right now,” the newly acquired grandson said to me.

“Well, give them money then and Uncle Serjoze don’t call!” I said.
“And I don’t have that much money, they want a lot,” the grandson said even more sadly.

“I said I’m breathing the sea. Call your dad, although the weather, he will probably not take the phone, he is a guest at your uncle Volod. They jumped on the bears at night, and the fools are old and sleeping. Uncle Dimu pick up, he always plays computer games and doesn’t sleep. Or pick up Lavrov, let him help, after all, he is a baptist to you, he is in a pentagram, before Satan has vowed to protect you. Although he’s probably all there in thoughts about Afghanistan right now, it’s uncomfortable to distract,” I said and cried out.

“You are an old creature! Families like your country are starving. No shame of conscience. You hide the bodies in the morning, jump on the bears. The fraudsters! That you all die," said the grandson bass and instantly renounced such a promising family disconnected.
I wanted to tell him more about his relatives.

© Ksenia Poleshev