In the army it fell to the snow, it fell all night. The general was supposed to come in the morning with a check, so we were cheering with the blades all night. But the golden asphalt was not achieved. The snow also broke all night. It was about an hour before the general arrived. The command understood that we were not able to cope with it and told us to get off with your shooters so that your spirit would not be. Now an unknown Chupacabra will arrive and one person will make the road cleaner than you will do all the bites (at your pace) for the whole week. A tractor T-150 arrived and in front of it was a turbine from a jet aircraft in the back forward. And at the very end of it stood a soap scattered like a vacuum cleaner. Only she worked the opposite, the roar and the whistle were confused. The flame burst like a fireplace, the tractor was driving and the water was running ahead of him and immediately the asphalt dried up. And still in front of the ice sheets the size of an iceberg sinking the Titanic flew in breath and flew in all directions above the trees with the bell of the high glass in the barracks and all the buildings along the road on the first floor. This aircraft engine installed on the opposite of the tractor T-150 dries the airfield during bad weather. There are no houses at the airport in principle. And to let this thing between residential houses, it needs to be thought of.

In general, when a half-hour later the general arrived with a check, he passed through the street with dry asphalt along the houses with roofs placed on the second floor and with everywhere silently blown glasses with frames all over the first floor. He said, Fuck you are all fucking here!