Patients

“Look at the root.”
(K by Prutkov)

Mood is bad.
We sit with our aunt at the TV, we get sick for our own and we get deeply rotted in excitement.
My wife and son are sleeping.
Neighbors behind the wall are miserable, generally from every unsuccessful attack, they are cut off.
and stop.
Why were they so upset there?
This apartment, Alick has been renting with his family for a year. I’m not sure if it’s Alice.
I heard it when I met. Probably he is Ali.
Nationality is also unclear, maybe: a Kurd, maybe a Turk, or even an Afghan. The main thing is that people are calm and not conflicting. Sometimes local traders from the market come to Aliq for a couple of days, but they also behave quietly, like their striped bags - no one is seen or heard.
And today from something went crazy - they are sick for something for Russia. Football is a good thing, but why do you talk about it?
When our goal was scored, a sleepy son entered the room and, without opening his eyes, said:
“Daddy, these neighbors are shouting as if they’ve thrown someone off the balcony and then changed their mind and now they’re suffering.
Yes, it was really loud. Suffering behind the wall over the naked, turned into a wild scandal.
I put off the duck, stretched my pants and took the break in the match, decided to go out to find out – who and why are they being killed there?
I call, the screams at the door instantly fade, opens Aliq, he guilty smiles, invites me to the kitchen and begins to excuse himself:
"Sorry for the noise, only the Russians scored a goal and they are worried.
"They" - a man of eight dumb, non-Russian men, looked badly at me, like a fan sector, would look at the attacker of our national team who looked at them.
I suddenly felt guilty for our faulty game.
He looked like the captain of the sinking Titanic, who came to the passengers of the third class to apologize for the iceberg.
A small TV was roaring from the refrigerator repeatedly naked into our gates, but no one looked at him, the fans were sad. In the corner was a huge Russian flag for the kitchen.
I was finally confused, peacefully said:
Well, don’t worry, maybe after the break we’ll get stuck. I didn’t even expect you to... though... but it turns out to be such fierce fans of our team.
and Alice:
“We don’t watch football at all, but ‘they’ need Russia out of the group... Sorry, we’ll be quieter.

The second time.

Alic behind the wall, at first everything was quiet, but then the children of different peoples again began to scream and quarrel.
My aunt and I decided to endure – not long left, let people have fun...
This is all...
The final whistle, and the turtle is over.
and sad.
And the fans at Alick will not get all away, as if the match is still going on.
Five minutes, ten minutes passed, but the screams did not cease.
I wear my pants again, I go, I call Alicia.
The door opens, and I complain in my voice:
- Guys, almost two o’clock in the night, well lost and lost, life continues, why do you cry? Are you watching the match recording?
and Alice:
Sorry, we will not be again. This is for you, a gift.
And Aliq gave me the Russian flag.
I was finally confused, standing in the corridor with the flag spread, and Alic continued:
“They” (Alik sneered at his messy guests) just lost a lot of money. There, I have two hundred and sixty of these flags in my room, and smaller ones are even more.
How do we sell them on lighting? Who needs them now if you have lost?