During the Soviet era, the city helped the village every year in the great battle for the harvest.
That year was no exception for the Institute. Announced the list, time and place of collection and dispersed the lucky people around the houses - to gather on the road.

Early in the morning to the designated place began to gather young healthy foreheads with backpacks behind the back, with sports bags across the shoulder, in the depth of which something seductively waved - the hell knows how there they have a deal with hot drinks.

Only one – Lech’s eyewear – was strikingly different from the crowd: in addition to the backpack behind him, there was a small diplomat. There was also something whispering in it, but the sound was somewhat different, out of a slim choir of voices of wine and vodka products.

The last to the crowd joined Lohin, the friend of Mishka, with whom they bite the granite of science together for five years, and now, also together, worked in the institute of the university:

Oh shit, good morning! What about a diplomat? The vodka is gone?

“No, Mish, there’s no fish there, there’s no caterpillar. Through this we will extract fire water from the Aborigines, and put the suitcase on the asphalt and opened it.
Inside was a complete set of telemaster: a solder, a tester, a set of tools, boxes with condensator resistors, and all this was generously poured over by a bunch of radio lamps.

What is the main problem in the village? Television in the district. Here, in every house, the broken TVs and radios are burning around the corner, - Lech's friend taught, - we will fill this niche: I have completed the telemaster courses.
You can take money, and you can immediately take a bottle. They also feed grandmothers.

So it happened. Upon arrival, Leha threw his backpack onto the bed, took a diplomat and took a business step around the village. In the first house was found a broken radio, which Leha opened in half an hour and the bubble of the same.
A few hours later, Lecha came back, called Mishka and showed him a bottle.
“Wheat”, a bottle of самогоon and 5 rubles of money:

Do you understand, Mika? This is the end of work. I made the advertisement for myself, so the people are now pulling. You’ll go with me, you’ll give me something. More fun for both.

Everything went as Lecha predicted: there was no detachment from the clientele.
Every night the friends disappeared dark, returned full and drunk, with vodka and money. Vodka was placed on the table and the money was divided in half.

One evening, after finishing the repair of the television, having handed over the job to the owner - an old but shy grandfather, and having received a fifth from the grandfather's wallet, the boys were already going to leave, but here the grandfather knocked himself on the forehead:

“Son, I have an old ‘record’ dusting in my chula! I was awarded a prize in the 1960s. Fifteen years like a watch, and then something stopped – I had to buy a new one. Look, maybe it will work.

There, a bottle of vodka and a bank of cucumbers were found in the chula, which an honest company finished before starting to inspect the body.

Having removed the dishes from the table, Leha raised an impressive wooden box on him, opened the rear lid, looked inside, sneezed and scratched the scarf:

- Yes, grandfather, the dust is inside - the potato can be planted...

Leha turned the TV into the socket, twisted the noise pen... Silence. No sound or image. Leha took the tester, stumbled at the TV, thoughtfully scratched the puddle.

Grandfather and Mishka were sitting on the couch in front of the TV, watching Lecha.
The owner was a little distracted, and he struck in the memories of the war, about how after the war moved from a tank to a tractor, how in the district center he was handed this television, the first in the village...

Leha scratched the cane again, took the passages and used inside the box.
Something shone, a loud “babah” sounded, and the room was enveloped by a cloud of dust... And there was silence.

A few seconds later, when the dust began to dissipate, the grandfather, squeezing, stared into the TV screen:

– Oh! The image appeared!

And in fact: through the glass of the screen, one could see the black-and-white foam-colored face of Lehi with square eyes larger than glasses, who was astonishingly considering what was left inside the TV after the kinescope exploded. Physias opened her mouth and said:

Fuck you!

“Oh,” said Mishka darkly, “and the sound came too.