I was arranged in my 20s in one race as a driver on the new "Gazel", the beginning of zero. and ZAM. The director, a man aged 65-70, once asked to take the mushrooms, at the same time "to make friends", to talk. We headed to the airport, to the areas of local cooperatives. I quickly picked up a large bag, and he was barely half a small transparent bag, saying, “You picked up nothing, well, let me see.” I opened the package, he looked at it, and said, “Well, you’re a hammer, and I don’t have much... In general, I came home, I turned out to have collected more than half of the poisonous (I wasn’t in them very much, I could only distinguish between mosquitoes and puddles, which were on puddle boards). Not now. My mom picked up the mushrooms and cooked them all night. So, it turns out, he saw the case and said nothing.

The next day he asks, “How are you?”"I say norm, yesterday cooked, today morning roasted and eaten. He then looked at me all day, whether I was fucking or not..This is how he turned out, and I didn't say anything to him - I didn't want to "fight" with the boss on the new job.  And he began to treat me with some, I don’t know, at the same time respect, mixed with suspicion. I always looked at Iris.