First Chechnya, Chernokozovo, Filter Point
At the table is the head of the filter Sanya. A knock at the door, on the threshold two swollen rows in military camouflage without signs of distinction.
It is great, Commander!
Hello to you!
Are Ruslan and I talking?
The papers?
Here is! From the pocket of the jacket is removed a blank paper, suspicious
A type that gives the "subjector" the right to talk to the detained Czech.
Go to! Password twenty three.
Roosevelt is disappearing. Sanya pushes off a glass of undrunk tea and stretches to the machine.
Sanna, what are you?
- Yes, these, knocks on the door, faces (jargon name of FSB employees)
Yesterday we celebrated all night... The Colonel got one.
And what?
Obviously, the password will not be correct!
There is a difficult thing here: twenty-three and there are twenty-three!
Do not tell! Watch: the clock knows the password, these fit, he says to them:
“The six!” The faces must take five seconds from twenty-three six and
I say “Seventeen.” If you do not have time in five seconds, the clock
He said, “Eight.” If you did not respond correctly or did not respond correctly,
He puts their nose on the floor under the machine and presses the alarm button.
Have you seen their roots? You can’t count in five seconds.
The baser grumbled and the Berbers stumbled on the corridor. - Everyone, I'll go out of captivity to save the faces! - Sanya threw the machine on his shoulder and headed to the exit. And I thought, twenty-three, minus eight... fifteen what?
Yes, right was Galina Maximovna, a teacher of mathematics from high school No. 31, who hit our empty heads with tangents and logarithms:
“Learn, you idiots, you will still need mathematics!” Although there are roots, square... Here for folding and counting a bullet in the shell you can earn, and from your...