One man worked in a specialized honey. for police officers or
FSB (I don’t remember anymore) Well, that is, real: a military clinic with all the delusions
- a pass system, limited by the serving contingent, all doctors also at the rank, under the clothes - uniforms, planners in the style of "comrade chief doctor! Let me report!” This man worked as a psychiatrist. And his main duty was to prophylactically talk to the servants on the subject of preventing the euphoria and self-shootings.
He accepted everyone without clothing, because the law is not written to psychiatrists, but in uniform, because the law is the law, and the statute has not yet been abolished. And he had one difficulty in his work: those who came to report in all form and report on their excellent well-being and correct political orientation. He was just interested in talking. And not with the senior sergeant, but specifically with Vasya Pupkin or Kolya Semechkin. And for this, it was necessary to remove the officosis from the person, that is, gently bring something into a dispersed state, so that he could speak not with stamps, but from the soul. It worked wonderfully! Literally a few minutes later, the person who came began to think confusedly, to speak quieter and with his own words, rather than with quotes from the charter. At the same time, not very understanding what’s going on with him... Complete failure of the program. Something is wrong, but what?
The secret was simple. On the left shoulder of the doctor hanged the chief of the major, and on the right - the Lieutenant Colonel.