I walk with my wife in the park. Near the pond are two guys sitting in the specialties of a local electrical assembly firm. Then the monologue of one of them (because the other was just a whisper of laughter):
- Yesterday I came to the address, and there... Bordeaux in general. I switch the switch, change the switch. Suddenly, a crowd of mints falls - the rush, the control purchase, all the business. They see me under the ceiling on a hustle in an embrace with a luster, check documents, dress, let go - and what else to do? I went to a couple of other addresses, there are ordinary apartments. I’m going to the third... You won’t believe, but there’s a bordell again. They are asked to hang the bra, as “more relevant to the subject of the institution.” and hanging. Suddenly comes the man I saw in the previous bordell. He spotted me, I told him “the girls in that room.”
I hang the last one and here again the menta. They see me, they already start to rust and let go without checking. I go out with clothes to one, I ask:
Are you the principal?
Well I am.
What is your next object?
He cries, and then says:
Gogol is 36.
Then I am not saying goodbye.