Harma
Peter in 1990.
The first days of institutional life. settlement in the community. No one knows yet, there is a pressure. In one room, three girls were settled: two simply painted blondes from small towns, the third character is more interesting: a beetle with long hair, while stout.
“The Metalist.” Her name was Garma.
From the morning, while the bags and boxes were unpacked, she had time to hang the posters “IRON MAIDEN” and “KISS” over the bed instead of the carpet.
Her neighbors in the first day of their married life were thirsty for adventure.
Four March cats walked through the corridor on the first floor this morning.
Self-satisfied such, important, tails with the pipe and ears on the mole. These cats were students of the Mojave Military School, they took in circulation two of our painted blondes.
The cats were “thought-out”, they had sausages and vodka with them.
They came into the room and started drinking a snack: “for beautiful ladies” and “for love”.
Garma was sitting on her bed and waiting for them to finish and break up, or things were not disassembled, and it was time to go to sleep.
The students tried to tempt her to their party, but the beetle silently shrugged her head. She was inadequate. She wore large headphones on her ears, turned on the player, and sat down and nodded her head to the music.
After five hours, she said:
Sorry, but you know that now the guard will be closed and you will not be able to do so anymore.
Get out of communion?
The courses:
Are you against the four Defenders of the Motherland?
Protecting your dream?
and GARMA:
How is it? Not changing clothes or eating.
The girls:
God has sent us a boring neighbor.
Courses are held:
Dress up and don’t be afraid. There is nothing good with you anyway.
We shall see...
Garma breathed and put his head on the head again.
Another half hour passed. Suddenly the blondes saw that the students opened their eyes and with animal horror, without breaking away, looked behind the back of the girls, into the corner where Garma was sitting.
The girls also turned sharply and just got out the same way...
There was a heart-breaking picture before everyone, which none of them will ever forget until the end of their days (good that I haven’t seen it). The bull was sitting in the headphones swinging in the tone of music, on her knees lay a bag from which looked like a human skull.
Garma, trying not to affix it, with the help of a long medical pincet, extracted from empty eyelids and through the jaw, small pieces of meat dried in the skull and unnoticedly ate them with appetite.
There was a stinking smell of meat in the room.
The building exploded with a scream of six people.
Garma quickly hid her skull back in the bag, looking at the present with her buryatic eyes.
A fraction of a second later, all six were already in the hallway. After emptying their stomachs, they ran, cried and sealed the door so that the cannibal didn’t jump out of the room.

The police arrived, understood what it was and ran a "telega" at the school on bold drunken students.
With Harma I later became very friends, such creative people are not so often and meet.
After all, smoking out of the room of four healthy men, who spent on two blondes vodka and sausages, is not so easy.
Even if you, like the wicked “metallist”, have a plastic skull in the farm, who would have thought of pushing a piece of pot into it and extracting it a bit through the eyelids...?