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We sat and swore for about ten minutes. Better to say, I swore. Larisa Viktorovna was smiling sweetly, looking at my attempts to get away from work.

- Okay! All! We finished the bazaar. I said, you'll be finishing it, then you!

"But ..." I tried to resist.

- Not what, but! She said threateningly.

- He started, screwed up, and I correct? I, too, must earn, and not "shit" for all row! - I gave the last argument.

- You get 70% for the installation, the rest will be paid to Igor. So, it's fair and you know it. And all the conversation is over. Get ready and go. "She immediately turned away from me and began to sort through the sheets on the table.

I still managed to see the smile on her face. That's always so, no, to order immediately, so she draws into the discussion, and when tired - just orders. Sighing, I still asked her:

"How much will I get if I do?"

- Personally for you, if you keep within three days, fifteen, and three pieces Igor ... He still worked there for a week.

- ... - I grimaced disgruntled face although from such figures I wanted not only to sing, but also to dance.

I thought to myself:

- A good kush, though, if you can meet there in three days, the object, then I did not see and what was done, I can only judge from the words of the boss, but she always commands the peasant woman to musses all her life. Prispichit, so can impose that not every boatswain will be able, and sometimes here's "gingerbread" slipped ...

In truth, it was a sin on Larisa Viktorovna to take offense and complain. She held me for a special, coupled with a "diplomat." I paid well, but I often had to "pick up" young people, so I knew what I was going to when I signed up for work.

- 1 -

And still I got lost. In these elite villages, there are always some curves in the streets, permanent dead ends, and there are no rooms on the houses at all. Everything is closed everywhere, there are no people on the streets. And passing by cars indulgently "obbibikivayut" my old nine. I was about to return and ask the guard to accompany me, as I saw the gate opening. Deciding again specifying how I got to the right address stopped and got out of the car. The fence was high, and I could not see what was happening behind it. I went to the gate. Suddenly the roar of the engine rang out and a jeep jumped out of the gate. Sharply turned to my side, so that the tires screeched, and with a roar flew past me. I heard a mate and a frenzied cry:

- Let's roll the "dog" to his secret. I'll beat you in the evening "Romeo" shit!

Looking out from behind the leaf, I saw a pretty woman of about forty, with an angry red face, dressed in a silk-like Chinese dressing-gown. Seeing me, she barked:

- What are you doing here? Went out, and then I'll call the guards!

"I'm sorry," I said, "I need Ozernaya."

"This is it," she said calmerly. "Who are you?"

- Signaling technician ...

- And the next scrap-iron! Only you get the money, but you can not do anything! - it began again, it starts.

"No," I said with dignity, "I can!" That's why they sent it.

She looked me over with an attentive gaze, sighed and said:

"Do not drive the car into the yard." There it will be. Take your arms and pass. I'll close the gates.

Back on the car, I picked up the tool and went into the yard. The gate behind me slowly closed. After standing, he went to the porch. He rose three steps, knocked. I did not hear the answer and went into the house.

- 2 -

I've been working for two hours. Actually, Larissa Viktorovna was wrong in the amount of work. Then it was a maximum of a day and a half. So I did not hurry. There was, however, one podlyanka, but I already decided how to fix it, without damaging expensive repairs. Igor himself could have thought of it, rather than insisting on opening the wall. Young! Experience is small, and poorly knows the equipment.

Seeing that I am working quietly, the hostess went to her second floor.

"If you need anything, shout," she said, moving away.

The work was arguing, I even began to hum quietly some sort of bravura march. Of course, in the "narrow place" had to sweat, running back and forth and the names of the wires, but everything turned out ok. About two hours I wanted to eat. I screamed the landlady, but she did not respond. Deciding that I could warm the water in the kitchen and drink tea with the sandwiches I had stored, and without it I went through and clicked the kettle. The water was noisy, and I laid it in a pantry, where an improvised table was placed, swallowed, anticipating dinner. Putting a bag of tea and a couple of pieces of sugar into the cup, he poured water and sat down to dinner in the corner. I almost finished the meal when I heard:

- Bon Appetit. And what are you in the kitchen did not sit down?

- Yes, I cried, - choking on not a chewed piece, I answered, - but you did not respond, so you settled here.

The hostess critically examined the remains of my dinner.

- Okay, I went to make a good coffee. Yes, and I'll have a drink myself, but one is boring.

I, knowing that arguing with the hosts, it was useless to go with her to the kitchen. There, sitting at the bar, and laying his hands on her, watched as she quickly cooks coffee.

"And you are beautiful, it turns out," I complimented.

- What? She did not understand.

"Cook the coffee dexterously, as if you've been doing this all your life," I explained.