I had to work in a creative group. And there was a young man working with us, Dima, a 25-year-old who tried to cut off the army with all the truths and lies. I can assure you that he did well. But someday he came to work in a depressed state and told him that he may not be able to cut off until the age of non-revocation, that he managed to issue an agenda to the military committee. That day we had a disaster at our office because of the stink of our Boss. By lunch, a decent table was formed with all the appearances and hot drinks, and there were toasts, jokes, conversations. In general, Dima, due to the weakness of the body, climbed in the slum and fell asleep in the corner of the office on a chair. All our attempts to smash him somehow did not lead to anything.
Then I and our boss started discussing Dimkin’s news about the military command, and since we were servants, in the past officers, decided to make a joke of humor. I took the phone and called my old companion, a former co-worker, who served until the rank of colonel and was at the time the commander of the training unit. At around 10 p.m., the boss and I brought Dimkin’s body into the car and took it to the military unit. Then they dressed him in soldier lingerie, put him to sleep in the barracks, put his uniform on the table and continued the "banquet" in the sauna on the territory of the unit. At 6 a.m. the messenger came to warn us that we would soon rise up and we would already be quite busy.
The tired, armed with a camera, went to the barracks. When the daytime with an exhausted voice shouted the rise, almost above the ear of Dima, he jumped up, looked. There were newly recruited soldiers around, who quickly jumped up from their beds and dressed up. The officer approached him and said he would not repeat it twice. Dimka began to knock himself for his legs, then twice slapped on his cheeks, but the "sleep" did not pass. At that time I went out and photographed his “happy face.” Then, of course, we explained to him that it was a joke, but on the way home he had a hysteria that turned into a whistle. Since then, 4 years have passed, Dimka is working with us, lived to an unrecognizable age, married. And the photo, where he is in soldiers' clothes in the barracks, full of horror eyes, hanging on the wall in the frame of our office.