About Vaska and Kayen

We have a shop next to the house.
Very small, we load cigarettes, bread and water there.
Sometimes I just go to see Vasco.
Vaska is a cat who lives in a store.
To be honest, look at something.
I’ve only seen such a big cat once in my life. Incredible size, thick, black with flames, phlegmatic monster.
Twenty kilos probably weigh it.
At night, Vasku is locked inside, and during the day he sleeps on the roof of a store.
He has no other entertainment, except to chase a accidentally rushed to the underground territory dog. Traditional joys of cat love Vaska, unfortunately, is deprived.

There is no direct way to the roof of the shop at Vasky. In order to get there, Vasske needs an intermediary.
Vasco does that.
The store opens at eight in the morning. Vaska goes out, sits at the door, and waits. A minute after ten comes Gazel with fresh bread, and parks on the only small fifth at the office entrance. When a man with paperboard hides in the store, Vaska jumps on the hood, from the hood to the cabin, then to the body, and already from there - to the roof.
It goes down, if necessary, with the same machete. Good goods are brought to the store several times a day. So if Vasske has slept down, he just sits on the edge of the roof, waiting for the accompanying vehicle. It often happens that while the car is unloaded,
Vaska has time to go down, do his cat affairs, and the same transport - back.

Drivers, of course, sometimes scorn, washing Vaskin's dirty fingerprints from the hood, and threaten him with a fist up, on the roof, and call Vasily various bad words. But they can do nothing. And locals, who know, try not to put cars there. No one wants to test the strength of their roof with a 20-kilogram bag with nails.

And here somehow Vaska sits on the roof, having just a clear desire to go down, and looks for suitable options.
And at this time to the store comes all such a brilliant and wrought passing porch cayenne. Blind eyes of price, edges, and deaf toning. And it shows clear intention to fit into this fifth.
There is no other place anyway.
The saleswoman Lena, a fat local aunt, seeing this intention in the window, and guessing how it could end, jumps out and begins to move on the cayenne with her hands. and screaming. What a no-no! can not! In any case!
But how do we? We usually have guys in the cayenne, who are guided by the principle that if nobody can, we can. And the porch continues to press on the fifth under the music from within itself. At the same time, the driver's glass descends, and there appears a wide smiling face, trying to break through the music on the move, what this funny aunt is screaming to him there.

At this time, Vasya, seeing from above the bad manoeuvres of Lena in relation to his accompanying vehicle, decides that the good is not sought, targets, and jumps the cayenne exactly on the cap.
And it turns out to be face-to-face with the sitting under the music in the cayenne.
And if for Vasily this meeting was more or less expected, then for the leader - not at all!
For a few seconds, Vasily tries through a deaf tone to consider what is inside, and then the next thing happens.

Here you know, there is such a trick, it is demonstrated in the lessons of physics in my way. Put a glass of water on a sheet of paper, and then this sheet from under the glass is sharply pulled out. The glass remains in place without piercing a drop.

Here’s how this sheet of paper, ripped, drove its cayenne from under Vasky.
The rear course.
He has already disappeared behind the corner in the clubs of burning rubber, and Vaska has been hanging in the air for some time, crawling his legs.
Then he fell, shrugged, shrugged his shoulders at such an unexpected disconnection, and went on his business.
But since then, without a special need, small cars try not to use.