The year 1985. 1 of June. I am 18 years old. Gorky (Nizhny Novgorod) Master PTU sends me for vodka. Go far, but you have to. I go. Tablework at the storehouse, and a bowl with the police, someone is already distracted... I am approaching from the edge, I am interested in the boomerang: "What?"
He - "vodka now from 21 years only give..."
the seat.
I give him money and put it in the crowd.
The result: detained during the transfer, the protocol was not made, lied, the money was returned...
I come home and the threshold to Master PTU: Your power is over! Enough, I have to endure! Now let the elderly run for vodka!!! I put money on the table.
After an hour, the tired master raised the glass and asked, “What do they think there above?”
I:"The Day of the Protection of Children, however..........."