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In the twilight nineties, I lived in a multi-storey bedroom neighborhood near the

of Moscow.

This house was built on the site of the former village. Residents of villages

The houses naturally moved here.

Separated from the land, the peasants shortened time by habit, on the "square"

A bench before entering. Drink, not so much, rather by habit

Until the state of joyfulness.

I had a normal relationship with this company. Drinking of course.

I did not drink with them. But he often gave small money to the dumb and simple.

Sereshka rushed again, - gently told me after I was business.

He ran from entering the employers. Do not recycle, do not recycle.

He would sit with us. I would drink a cup of water".



After a while, an oligarch appeared among my employers. of those,

He is currently in international search. And before that, he was in the

Everything was checked, checked, checked. One changes the other. and

The same hour requires a check. I just print - calls: "I am now

I will come and get it". I have to say goodbye, he is not lazy. Alone in our

"The Village"

How do the oligarchs move? is right!

With flashes, accompanied by two black jeeps, black armored

Mercedes did not rush into our courtyard. People came out in black costumes.

The glasses. The Race. Folded pockets.

I ran out with papers. Sitting on the back seat. closed behind me.

The door.

On the "Traveling" - a grave silence.

Five minutes later I came out of the car. Take the guard side by side.

A short drive out of the area and hid behind the entrance door.



The next day, sober, in probably his best costume.

At my door, the head of the village was ringing.

“Hello,” he talks to me for some reason, “we were here for you.

must" - stretches me a pack of money, times three of their total

The Debt.