At the beginning of the zero walked at the first hour of the night from the comrade, there were 100 meters left to the house. I turn down the path around the corner - the chicken in the cap puts a knife to the blade. In the dark light I recognize an old acquaintance:

The dinosaur? Did you think?!...

Sorry, I did not admit. How do you live?

I am normal...

I have a small business - several service centers for the repair of digital equipment in a city with a population of <350k.

So I decided to open another reception. The room is ready, it remains for the receiver. Advertising in avito, vk, etc. Saturday, the first call from the applicant: "I can't come today, I work, but on Monday morning I am ready to go to an interview." Well, I did not pay much attention, because there are many such calls. On the same day, another, an excellent candidate comes to the interview. And in this field worked, and me and him is satisfied with everything! I teach his program for 4 hours, explain what papers to fill, etc. We agree that on Monday he will go to work, and I will leave the keys to him at the neighboring cafe, as they are our clients.

So on Monday. My phone calls, I’m in the office. The employee calls R.

Hi, I have arrived.

(I) - Good, start working, I'll come at lunch, I'll see what's going on.

R – How to start?

Take the keys, get in and start.

Where are the keys?

(I) - Where-where, in the cafe "C... G..." at the administrator.

R is good.



Well I think the brake is somewhat, okay, just the first day, probably. By lunch, I realize that I am not able to get there, I ask the assistant:

I have to go and see how there is.

In an hour, the assistant calls:

"Listen, and here on the go, another person is sitting, not the one we interviewed on Saturday.

How is it? What did you take?

How were they called?

smoke

This is Vlad!

Tree sticks, so it was the one who first called, came to the interview, and I sat him to work. That is, the guy came to talk, and he said, “Start working!“He has started!

Dima did not come to work and stopped picking up the phone. And Vlad, by the way, so and stayed working, and, in addition, not very bad! As he later said, “This is the fastest interview in my life!”

The feeling of hunger can be stopped with a glass of vodka. But the strawberries can not be neutralized.

Just before the nokaut.

Beginning of 2000. The Drawing.
We go with him to Vasilievskaya. Something urgent. Take documents from the apartment and take someone to sign.
We throw the car at the entrance, run, grab the papers, cut down and nate.
The exit is covered by a silent Mercedes.
- All, he got me - summarizes Kaban.
Who is?
There was a wonderful neighbor in our house. The car park constantly.
Do you know him?
No, but let’s get to know.
The tone does not predict anything good for the neighbor. In the words of Fyodor Mikhailich, we gathered
“To bring some trouble to joy.”

We climb the stairs. We knock at the door. We hold back the urge to immediately serve the genius of parking in the mouth.
The door is opened by an invisible male of medium height and thick design. Looking at the collar. And who would be delighted with the visit of two bald murlocatans with traces of evil on inspired faces and mouths full of obstacles.
– to?
“I’m already opening my mouth to tell the neighbor that he, Mille pardons, misérable and his memeton is frapping the whole secular society in the county, but...
But Kaban suddenly cries out:
“Sensei ni Ray!”
It is used in traditional Japanese worship.
I repeat the gesture on the machine.
The man raises his eyebrows, then picks up, worships in response.
and Ray!
and OSS!
We are straight.
I don’t understand anything, but I keep silent for the case. The sensitive third nostril reports that in this setting silence is not only gold, but also a guarantee of the integrity of the body.
Does the car hinder? The neighbor asks fun.
What a rare, phenomenal insight!!“I want to answer with warmth, “Dove, you are a genius!” but I bite my tongue.
Especially because the face is fuzzy to me and promises nothing good.
And Alexey Borisovich. Sorry for the worry, but emergency circumstances require our immediate presence elsewhere.
I am going down now. Walk to.
And, already closing the door, he notices: "Kekki-no-ju about imammer kat"

Your own mother. Get rid of rude and uncontrollable behavior. One of the basic rules of karate. He washed us!

On the machine we worship again with exhalation - "Oss, Sensei"

We quietly descend the stairs. Finally I shut my mouth:
Who is it?
The storming.
The two. Now we’re going to get rid of him... Where have you seen him?
He gave me the belt.
and stop. I remembered. He was in the cottage when I was performing.
How did he act?
It is brilliant. It was knocked in the third minute.
You’t suffer so much.
That...

It is strange that forests were burning in Siberia, and smoking was banned on the balconies!

I remember one of my first students drove me to hysterics, tears, trembling knees and crying, “I won’t go there anymore! » Then my dad helped me, he very much asked not to abandon the child, saying that such a wonderful practice I will hardly find anywhere else. I am very happy that I did not leave then, but continued to work with this child - yes, not the easiest, but strikingly smart, clever, ingenious - I learned a lot from him. After that, I started a "band" of difficult children at home school because of social aggression.

It was hard, but I found a common language with most of them.

I remember coming to the new child, my mother instructed that you should not go in and interfere. The boy (10 years old) looked at me, smiled, opened his mouth, and... cried.

As he spoke... the windows trembled, the hair rose, the ears hurt!

He stopped only when another one joined his army. the mine.

In a deep shock, he knocked his eyes and looked at me, “What are you talking about, aunt? »

“What are you worshipping? He smiled proudly, “Because I’m an aggressive child! »

I said, “I’m an aggressive trainer! »

“Are there such? “He had doubts.

“Of course! Do you want more? »

“No, I don’t want to... Why did you bring it with you? The boy pointed to the book on which the twist was drawn, with a scaled fist.

“It is? A collection of terrible stories in English. But... you’re unlikely to ever read them, there’s a lot of unknown words.”

“You think... how do you know? Maybe I’ll translate it now. »

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