The Institute. The Naval Department.
The radio works are taught by the captain of the first rank D. D is(in speech - Dima), a visible, representative man with a naked (to gloss) head
(Something smiled on the armor - the same type). At one of the last before the exam classes reports: "Whoever does not answer the principle of the radio, then you beat the scheme of Popov - a pair without talking!"
The Exam. In the hallway of the department, a student brotherhood who has already passed the hornyle of tests. From the audience comes another hope of domestic shipbuilding. To the traditional question “Well, how?” She literally whispered through her pressed teeth: “Well, Dima! Well, S-S-Suk-K-ka is there!”
The back door opens, the glowing Dimina’s head rises into the door:
“Dima is not a shit, Dima warned!”