It was on Builder’s Day. On the sandy carrier, where the new road was removed, a barrel of Czech beer was brought unexpectedly in honor of the holiday. In the 1990s, Zhygulevsky beer was a rarity, and here it was immediately Czech! Vodka at the time was still a fairly deficient commodity, sold on coupons, so, of course, there was a lot of it. And the brigade, having consulted, decided not to interfere with the products, but to extend the pleasure for the next day. Beer in the morning, beer in the evening. The Czech! And where will you hide it in your career so that lazy people do not find the smell? The excavator dug a hole, thrown a bowl there, filled with sand, and, for reliability, crushed the excavator with a bowl from the top. And hidden safely, and the beer from the ground in the morning will be cold. In the morning, the brigade in anticipation pulled out of the temporary town to the career. The excavator was not on the spot, he warned someone that he would leave for business at an hour or two. But can this stop the suffering men? They took the spade and began to dig right under the coffin. When the excavator approached an hour later, his eyes became like anniversary rubles. Under the hanging in the air of the excavator, a pit was excavated, in which a small house could be safely hidden. He even lost the gift of speech for a while: “Men, what are you? and. and. I specially turned the basket to the other side from the morning before leaving, so that you could get the barrels right away.”