On the day before the holiday, the office, a part of the staff has relaxed, and walks around the offices, looking to eat and drink, or just eat, crush, so to speak, on the hole, on the last working day a piece of cake, cake or pizza.

I sit in the office spit into the ceiling, parallel scratching the mail, where reports, cross-marketing offers, fashion chips have accumulated, it is when you buy a chupa-chops, and you are coupled with a Lexus.

They knock on the door:

Come in, I scream.

A commercial director enters the office.

Alexander, have you left yet?

No, I am answering you.

Do you have an iPhone charging?

and no. I don’t have an iPhone.

by Daaa? She is surprised. Which of you?

What’s the difference, Tan? The charger will not fit anyway.

Just interesting.

I showed her a Chinese ballayka bought for 4 thousand rubles.

Her look, you would see her look. I turned from the director to her into a disgusting wretch, a wretch, the last abandoned wretch to whom it is ashamed to spit even in the wreath.

She even somehow grew up immediately, her back was straight, her chest swung up, her eyes glittered, and her head was automatically lifted up.

How are you so?

She asked me this question as if I had become a disabled person.

Is it on the figure for me?

The question put her in a standstill. Really in Fifa? Why Why? No, I do not dispute the iPhone is a good smartphone. Jobs’ genius created the world’s first good smartphone.

No, and smartphones were created before him, but it was he who was able to make really good. But since then, time has passed. Good now to Figo and more.

Do you go with him? The questioning of Tatiana continued.

and no. I call him, sometimes I go to the internet.

Is the camera good?

I do not know.

Seeing her surprised face, I rushed to explain:

“Than, I have a few good digital soaps, a mirror. I don’t see the meaning of the camera on the phone, I’m not 16 years old.

"Alexander Nikolaevich, frankly, I don't understand, like not poor, they could buy a decent phone.

Nice... Not decent...

In that word, I laughed in my voice.

Once sitting in a coffee shop, “Coffee House” is called, there are gathered middle-level managers who work “under” and sometimes “on”. The entourage itself, the atmosphere of this place makes you immerse yourself in thoughts.

People without housing, with rental houses in Bibirevo, sit and argue about Ferrari, Paris, fashion and what Vasya is bad, because his shoes are cheaper than 15 thousand.

There were two guys sitting next to me, talking about cars. “Fuck, we need to take a BMW,” one thought. “Darling, is there money?” asked the second. "Nea, there is only for Kalina, Logan, but I will not take them, I will subvert or take a loan, in principle, a house can be laid." Well, why take Logan for now, and there... “Did you go crazy?” the friend wondered. “It’s awkward to come to work in such a car!”

– Tan, so explain why? I was interested in conversation.

Well, how... Stylish, status...

And all that?

- There are various applications, the camera is good, - she started listing the functions, more precisely all the 5 functions she knew.

And all that?

What else do I need? She opened her eyes on me.

“Tanush, that’s the thing, I don’t need anything that’s there, you know?

And the status?

In what sense?

“Partners come, clients... They meet on clothes, as they say,” she led the conversation from the technical plane, into the plane of the ponts.

They don’t come to my phone. As soon as a partner tells me, “Sane, listen, I won’t sign the contract until you buy an iPhone, I’ll think,” I smiled.

Maybe I am just getting old? A midlife crisis?

No, you don't think, I dress decently, I look after myself, I have expensive shoes, clocks, Casio for $30, bought 15 years ago, but they are farmed, and pulling a bunch of gold on my hand is somehow dull.

There was some re-evaluation of values, in which for many things I became a star. I can’t understand the thoughts of the people around me.

And maybe, really in negotiations, I look funny with my Chinese Nokia.

Tatiana went and entered.

Sun, are you still here?

Here is me, here is me, here is me, here is me.

Yes, I just went in...

Stay still. Show me the phone? I asked

In the fucking?

Show me, I am not a woman.

He gave me an old Nokia E75. I had it until I turned the slider out.

Do you have an iPhone? I ask you.

What damn did he fall on me?

“Well, how... Image, status,” I began to speak with the words of Tatiana.

What is? Meeked by Mika.

Statue, I have extended it.

Ohkh, San Nikolaevich I threatened such a cottage...mmm... a sauna, two floors, two kitchens. What patio? This is status! Let’s come on the weekend, drink water, without image, status and other motto, he blinked.

To whom are the Canaries. To whom the iPhone, to whom the cottage, I thought.

What is? I asked Misha.

Well, I say you don’t have an iPhone.

Why is?

“It’s hard to be alone,” I smiled.