The Pandora's Box
Rasul, a healthy, morbid Dagestan, although he was six months younger than us, but his authority in the barracks was undeniable, and he was years older than many leythe. Twenty-six years is a solid age for a soldier.
To the joy of the grandparents and the salabons on the mountain, Rasul was the chief of our company.
For a month, the senior went after me reminding me not to forget to take a fresh password from my friend, the secretary. Three words, but what are these important words?
In the barracks at the entrance there was a box with Pandora's box - an old black phone without a disk. In ordinary life, he did not have to expect anything good, except training alarms, extraordinary controls and other similar anti-gas entertainment, but if you know three magic words...
You pick up the phone, there is an unknown soldier sitting in it, you tell him the first word: “guitar”, in a couple of seconds you hear the voice: “guitar is listening.”
Guitar, give me a torch.
The torch is listening.
Torch, give me a rock.
The rock is listening.
- Rock, give me a way out of the city on the number 4-6-7-4-9-5
And further from the terrible, black phone, promising nothing good, you hear the voice of a native man thousands of kilometers away.
One bad thing is that the passwords of the districts of regions and cities changed every month, well, and of course if you are caught on the phone on the hot - immediately "black".
Russell was a very married man (“very” – because he loved his wife wildly) When he showed her photo, everyone’s first reaction was, “Not a hero to himself! Is that your wife? Something she is too beautiful...
Rasul smiled and hid his wife Lena back in the military ticket.
So the senior began to remind me of three magical words a month before her birth.
Finally that day came. I came back from the secretary with the freshest.
With the "rocks and torches" that masked the city of Pyatigorsk from spies, he received a leather belt as a gift and went to watch a telephone attraction.
Russell’s hands were trembling from excitement, he couldn’t disassemble my bracelets. It was fun for us all. Finally, three magical words brought him to Petygorsk and...
The trouble is that military communication is military communication and there is no notion of “employed” for it, you just cling to another person’s civil conversation and say “loudly clearly and without distortions...” – what you need.
Here is Russell and he climbed.
Without saying a word, he pointed to us with his index finger T-C-C-C and hanged for a long time.
We were silent, with horror watching the face of our senior change. It reflected such a pantomime that without words everything became clear - his wife had a long and painfully pleasant conversation with someone.
The poor husband then opened his mouth, then bite his hand, then grabbed his throat, and large transparent tears ran on his shaved cheeks with joyful streaks. Rasul did not want to interrupt their conversation to find out more accurately in what depth of hell he himself is.
As the commander of the brigade walked past the barracks, he saw from a distance the daytime standing on the doorstep to raise the shuher, and since the colonel was fourteen degrees smarter than the daytime, he easily picked up from behind through the bushes, not allowing the soldier to sneeze.
The appearance of the combridge in the barracks was a complete surprise, but the senior, surprisingly, did not even rush, but continued to stand silently with the tube, breathing hard and crying.
The Colonel turned out to be a very noble man, he did not say a word, approached the cellar and with a pencil on the scratch of the paper wrote "Three days of arrest!"
Rasul took the pencil with his free hand and wrote: “There is. thank you.”
Combridge quietly kicked the senior on his shoulder, shrugged his hand and tried not to melt out of the barracks.
I felt terribly ugly. I was damned with this password.
But suddenly, the headmaster’s face flooded in a smile and he, smashing tears, stumbled into the tube with a crumbling voice: “Hello Angela Sergeevna! How similar are your voices with Lenka! Don’t be afraid, it’s me. Sorry, no, congratulate her from me when she comes back and say I love her so much. I’m fine, I’m sitting on my lips.”