I had a date. So I decided to build a bathroom. I was told that in a couple of hundred kilometers from the city, cuts to the bath are doing. Compared to the city – much cheaper and quality at the level. I ordered. After a while, they call: ready your cut, take it.

I came and looked at the product (class!), agreed with the accompanying car, loaded and went. We left at night, and in the morning we were already there. However, upon arrival, the driver with the partner refused to provide assistance in unloading, even for a fee. Well, where am I at 6 in the morning, outside the city, in the country, to find cargoes? Even annoyed.

Here I remembered one of my friends, Mitte. In the past, we served together at OMON. I then moved to another position, and Mitty is there. I think: why do they run there in the OMON without reason, and the rails pull? Help your former colleague. I call Mitte, by the voice it is clear that the man from the bodyness or recently finished walking. I briefly explain to him: I came to the country, brought a rubbish, I can't unload one, help is needed! At the end of the wire there is silence, apparently narrowly thinking brother after a walk. Then I hear, "All, don't call me on the phone anymore, wait, I'll be soon!"

Okay, it’s good that Mitchell is coming soon. But he stopped the conversation sharply. Strange somehow. I didn’t even bother, because as a fascist, I painted his problems early in the morning. I sat on the wing, waiting. I went to sleep with my partner in the truck.

A 30-40 minute later, through a fence from the forest side, he jumps to me at Mitja's land. All dusted and evaporated, like from the marching through the crossed terrain. He approaches me, hits a car with a bath in the body and asks, without greeting, “Well, where is the corpse?” I am in the “which body”? Mitya closes her eyes and says, “Well, what you need to unload and hide.”

It turns out, Mitya was a little confused with the word I used in the conversation "srub" and perceived it as "carcass". Pommelie, 6 a.m., the quality of the telephone connection... Having understood my request in his own way, he responded to a friend’s request for help and took a taxi to leave the city. A few kilometers before the dacha, he dropped a taxi, hid a pre-off phone and went through the woods, trying not to be noticed, ran to me.

We safely unloaded it. And then they drank beer all day and life.

It was then that I realized that I had real friends who were ready to carry ammunition and unload bodies without asking any questions. All the questions and then...