245 km or shoes without shoes

My friend Andrei, for a month as I was wearing on "bushans", everywhere, on carpets and even on rubber boats. He made a documentary film, somewhere between Yenesay, Angara and Lena.
And, of course, as always, not in time, he had a bad tooth. Shooting the side, I needed to urgently look for a dentist. Andrei looked at the world's most beautiful landscape of green mountains going beyond the horizon, the dental clinic was nowhere to be seen, Andrei burned, and the pain increased. The truck driver, he knew everything here for hundreds of verts, so he said, as he cut off:

- Don't worry, here next to the village there is a good hospital, there is a dentist, 40 kilometers in total.
Nippon for yourself, all!
- According to our standards, with the hand to give, the hour in two should be.

The hospital was a small, one-story, wooden barracks of Soviet construction.
Dentist, thank God, worked that day and his office had a rough, but still alive row on the bench. Andrei found out who was the last, also sat on the shop and courageously waited. From nothing to do, he counted the people before him, multiplied them all by half an hour, there was a lot, very much. After some time, Andrei already knew the whole row by names, who was behind whom and who asked to sleep in the car.
Here, from the street came a man of fifty years, quietly greeted and sat far in the corner. He didn’t ask anything, he didn’t take the line, he just sat aside from everyone.
But here, the door of the office opened, a proud patient came out with a fresh seal and a new man rushed to the door with a corshun. Everyone stumbled, who was hurt to stumble, just stumbled, but the doctor jumped out of the office, guiltyly looked at the dissatisfied line, uncertainly-reconcilingly shrugged his hand and quickly pulled the naked patient to himself.
The revolution was ripe in the corridor, especially our Andrew, because he obviously will not often have to treat his teeth here and fear to spoil the relationship with the doctor, it is not scary.
After half an hour of sluggish rebellion, a clever man finally came out of the door, the doctor led him up to the exit, then stumbled into his office and brought out a beautiful box of champagne:

“Here, take a present from me for my wife – it’s sweet, women love it.

They soon said goodbye and the doctor returned to his suffering rebels:

Well, please come in. Who is next?
What is this...? How is it shameful? Without a turn, he went in, and he also had a champagne! They already got those blades! Sweet to him! You’re waiting here from six in the morning.
"Calm down, comrades, the man came, one can say, with acute pain, two hundred and forty-five kilometers away, and he has yet to return.
This is all with severe pain! You think, two hundred and forty-five, and I was almost three hundred here, and nothing broke up! That’s what, your relatives, why did you all move here for him?
In any case, for the sake of a relative, I’t even think of the turn to move. Here, my daughter came that week, she was also sitting in turn for half a day, you must remember. This is a completely different situation. I couldn’t keep him in line. True, I could not.
Is he your boss or a friend?
He is the same boss for me as I am for him. I have no boss, I am myself. He’s not my friend, yes, my friend. In general, to be honest, the less we see, the better for both of us.
Don’t be angry, comrades, it came out, think that I didn’t put the seal on him, but on myself. So is better?
In other words, to yourself?
“In short, this man is a dentist like me, and his clinic is two hundred and forty-five kilometers away, here we go to each other and treat our teeth. And where else?
There, by the way, are the same poor as you waiting for him now.
Excuse me again. Who is in turn? Please come in...