I worked at a guard. A lot of people from the eastern republics worked there. Mostly Muslims. They had a mule. And since the internet did not exist at all, it was necessary to change movies to color the leisure. When the set of art films ended, I dropped a lot of the BBC documentary Earth. Biography of the planet. After a while, this mule approaches me and says, “You don’t give this movie to anyone anymore!” and ah. With Hera?

He said that God created the earth. I’m trying to tell him that in the movie it’s not about who, but how. But he insists that the film is wrong and that God created the earth. Somehow it was even sad for him. Whether he was born like that, or... yeah.

P.S By the way, when you watch this movie you realize that such a number of coincidences are not coincidental.

I remembered another story from the sanatorium, where I worked as the head of IT.

Winter, clothes, something sick from the sky. I sit in my office, pressing the buttons. A call from a distant corps.

- Max, here is the cartridge, let somebody come and change it.

Okay, we will arrange it.

I go to the department with the guys. There are two admins, the others have gone somewhere.

- Men, here in the office 123 I need to change the cartridge, who will go?

The men look out the window, at me.

1: I just came.

And it’s ugly on the street.

I: Let’s throw a coin? Choose who what.

I have an eagle! And you are participating?

It is really ugly on the street. I don’t want to get rid of the context.

I: - I, as the boss, will finally reveal and my rib will be.

So, then I have a problem, what...

I get a coin and throw it. It failed to catch, she hits the table, jumps, jumps away from the floor and dives behind the plinth at the wall.

On the rib.

I: Fuck, no one pulled my tongue.

Men are laughing.

I take the cartridge, carry it, change it. Because I have to keep my word :)