This unstoppable story took place in the mid-1980s of the last century. At that time I was a graduate student in
Peter lived in a graduate school. In those not so distant times, the issue of license was,, not so acute, but it took place. It was supposed to have a temporary registration at the place of temporary residence, prior to discharging from the place of permanent registration. And I had such circumstances - in connection with the demolition of the house of the aunt and the subsequent provision of apartments according to the number of families registered in the house - that I did not sign out of the permanent registration. Because of this, I lived in the community virtually illegally. Then the menta in Russia was not so fierce in this sense, so I did not melt and waited for my family to be given a hollow house in my hometown. But one day I was caught by a messenger passportist and wrapped a balloon on the subject that there was no stamp in my passport. I explained the situation to her in a human way, but she got somewhat whitened and said that I should immediately go into a lie, and she would call them to fine me. There is nothing to do, mentally separating from the black man - it was the penalty for violation of the passport regime, the money for postgraduate concepts is considerable - 50 (!) A glass of beer, I went to the above-mentioned establishment. Going into the appropriate office, I explained the purpose of the visit and added: - You should have been called by Vera Vasilyevna. The result exceeded all expectations. The lady in shape decided that I was in the mud and immediately put a stamp of temporary license. Vera Vasilyevna then became very upset, she just forgot to call.