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I visited once with Valera, a friend of childhood, in the country. They sang songs under the guitar, remembered the former... the doorbell.
Arrived to discuss some working moments brigadier of Tajik - Mikhail
and Anatoly. He is a tall and important old man, seventies. Always wearing a strict costume, even in the summer. The Tajik people respect him and fear him.
We are standing three near the house, I miss while my friend and Mikhail Anatolyevich agree on the front of work for a week. Anatolievich writes with pearls
"Parkers" numbers in a leather notepad and throws clarification phrases.
Valera decided to do mangal and began to remove the Swiss clock from his hand.
$20,000, which he was very proud of. Suddenly, the clocks jumped and flew to the asphalt from a height of one and a half meters. We only managed to shake up, and then internally... disaster!
But ten centimeters from the ground, with the speed of the mango, he picked them up.
by Mikhail Anatolyevich. He returned the watch to the owner and, as nothing happened, continued:
“You need to dig a well deep, a ring of nine or ten.”
We didn’t have the rings:
“Michael Anatolyevich... how did you get so far away?
Go back and pick up the clock! thank you! I don’t even know how you
to thank!”
“Thank you will be enough.”
We still haven’t gotten this superman’s case in our heads...
“Would you be able to catch it again?”
The old man quietly approached the squats lying on the porches of the porch, gave us five pieces for two and said:
"And now throw the stones at the same time from both hands to my side."
We threw a miracle... He caught four out of five.
“Oh, the reaction is no longer that,” the old man cried, looking at the one who turned around.
Asphalt, the only not caught.
Valeria and I have been standing for a long time with open pouches.
“Michael Anatolyevich, how did you learn that?”
“It’s not hard, guys, if you exercise 12 hours a day.
During the 10 years. I have not always been a brigadier.
“I used to work on the Red Square.”
by Valera:
“I thought you were an officer of the FSF.”
Mikhail Anatolyevich, lowering his voice:
“No, I served in another organization, but this is secret information...”
After the old man left, we rushed as little children to throw each other’s sticks (Would you not rush?) Of the five, we managed to catch only two and not every time. But to be four, and even thrown out of four hands, it seemed fantastic.
Valera had connections in various "closed" departments and he wanted, no matter what, to know "who is mister Mikhail Anatolyevich"?
A month passed, but Valera did not know anything about the mysterious old man with a cat reaction. My friend was nervous. He even suspended some deals. A car sent back, away from sin.
He even complained that he could not negotiate with Michael since then.
Anatolyevich: "It's somehow uncomfortable, who knows who he is and in what spheres he rotates? » Valeria decided to find out.
One deep night, at 4:20 a.m., I was awakened by a persistent and disgusting phone call. I look at the display - "The number is secret", I remember the mother's words, I take the telephone, and from there:
"But, Grubas, I learned everything about Mikhail Anatolyevich, I just learned it.
I called!”
“That’s you, Valera, you’re shrinking, you know what time? What I learned about
What kind of Anatoly?”
“Well, that mangost is the fshabeshnik who caught my clock in the country.”
I woke up immediately and was very curious:
“And that, not Tom, who was he?”
“It’s good that you lie on the bed or fall. Attention to the drum
Fracture: and so our Mikhail Anatolyevich, really worked on the Red
square for 12 years.
He stood at zero kilometers and caught the little thing that the tourists threw behind their backs in order to return to the "Golden Head".