I did not enter the institute after school.
There was a feeling that I know everything, the entrance exams to the institute are fake. Yes I...
I could not throw my hats and went to the factory.
Boys who did not enter after school took normal places, where a decent earnings in the future was meant.
I have to choose whether to go to the repair shop or go to the stallion.
I chose the profession of electrical engine repair. Specifically the student.
For the first month, I was taught how to remove the burned electric motors from the machinery.
And then came the long-awaited day of the first receipt.
According to an undercover tradition, I had to bring a bottle to my teacher.
I was not embarrassed by my young age when buying vodka in the store. I could ultimately ask an adult to buy a bottle.
I had to put the vodka through the passage. The factory was a serious mailbox. Production went to defense and space. Therefore, the passage was a serious obstacle.
I consulted with friends, for whom this was already a past stage.
Most of them flew. The guard of the factory knew about the tradition and in the days of receipt arranged a shadow for minors. The bottles were removed and the child was forced to pour it out on the ground with shame.
Of course, there was a possibility after work to bring the mentor to the nearest workout, but so I wanted to put the bubble on the table, where in the break played a domino and hear that you are a REAL MAN.
Immediately after eating in the buffet, I ran for vodka for the lunch break.
In the store, the seller did not ask about my age and sold the bottle.
I tried to hang her by the belt. My lean figure did not want to hide a foreign object.
My torture was seen by a neighbor from my yard. He gave me valuable advice.
I bought two packs of cookies and a newspaper. There was a huge bullshit from the newspaper. I pulled the bottle down the throat. Holding the bottle over my throat, I filled the bottle up to the top with a cookie.
Usually the passage passes very quickly, but there was a turn at the entrance.
Every entering young man was searched for alcohol.
I raised a fist above my head, letting me shake my belt and pockets.
Smiling, I stretched a bucket to my aunt of Vohr-ovskaya - eat, I have my first receipt today. My aunt took a cake and drove me to the factory.
I went to the men who played domino. There stood and shrugged the head of the area.
Do you want to wash the first piece?
Let’s drink the cup now.
Lost interest, the head of the department left.
I turned around and wiped out the newspaper.
On the table in the middle of a bunch of cookies was a bubble.
“I have to test him,” my mentor said.
“A real man,” said all the workers.
So I stopped being a student.