Intoward

I had to lie in the clinic of Svyatoslav Fedorov (MNTK MHG) in 1987, then still new and fashionable. And only when I got there, I immediately heard about a strange enterprise (the head of the administrative and economic part in a modern way).

“Don’t leave food in the cushion,” the nurse whispered to me, “or maybe it may come.”

Yes is. They did not speak out loud. Just a whisper.
- Завхоз this night all night in the basement - quietly discussed on the post.
Well and how?
Everything is OK. He checked, there is no need for deratization.

They knew everything about the entrance.
Where is the entrance? And he is at Svyatoslav Nikolaevich today all day resting in the office.

Judging by the conversations, Vanhos was a person with ghosts.
- Today the check, and let the entrance on the administrative floor sit, does not come out.
Don’t let him go to the food block, we’ll bring him everything ourselves.

And before the discharge, my treating doctor took me to the examination not to the clinic, but to his personal office. In fact, it is not necessary, but it happened. I sit, she looks into my eyes, and here she cries:
The wave has arrived!
I looked around. There was no one at the door. I looked below. And on the threshold sits a gray cat in a black strip. Going on!
Go out, go out of here. Do you see I have a reception? The doctor told him strictly.
Katyara waved dissatisfied, turned and walked through the corridor, raising his tail with a flag and smoothly swinging a thick fist... For a report to the chief, probably.