As a Chemical - Chemical
End of the 80s. They are D. I. Mendeleev. The dormitory. In one of the rooms there is an orgy with a buffet dedicated to the arrival of one of the dear friends to try to recover from the loss of course after last year's depreciation.
Simultaneously with this event, there is another, more routine, called the "Komsomol raid", or somehow, in the spirit of the time. Komsomolsk volunteers, accompanied by the Deputy Dean, harvest the floors on the subject of violation of the postulates of the moral code of the builder of a bright future. Now it is our turn to the party.
Zamdecana opens the door to the block and sees the culprit of the celebration with a bursting bubble of water in his hand, a whitemore in his teeth and some kind of marble under his wing.
He is surprised and asks:
The Petrov? What are you doing, Peter, here? Remember, we are you
Recalled last year...
– And I, it’s... Sergei Sergeich... Well... I’m recovering.
How is it? Listen to me, Peter. As a chemist. You are not
You are recovering. You are oxidizing.