devotedly he loved his Dasha, loved the service and abandoned Wushu as unnecessary … But now he will show this lieutenant where the crayfish hibernate, and he will once again shine in front of the command from the positive side, you see the next rank, and then the transfer to Moscow is assured. The main thing now is to draw up a report correctly. And he, rubbing his hands, went home, to think about how to write a report to his superiors with the maximum benefit for himself. And friends, ignoring the major, proceeded to the hostel. The whole group was supposed to be on the site for constructions by 14:00, but in protest against the early dismissal of Vitaly to the reserve, the order to demobilize the doctor came from the Ministry of Defense after one year and six months of his service, stayed "at home" and continued to drink. When the door opened, letting Yeldin and Vitaly into the blue thick of the tobacco smoke of the room, they were greeted three times: "Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!" The evening found everyone groaning on crumpled bunks and on the floor in puddles of vomit, drunken biennials, the color of our armed forces. Further events developed according to the classically worked out scenario. At the morning formation of all personnel, Vitaly stood facing the line of officers and soldiers. Nearby, Major Vedernikov, and in a leisurely confident tone in his voice, skillfully sculpted, like a skillful sculptor- intriguer, from the doctor the classic "Scapegoat" place with the assignment of the next rank of lieutenant colonel of the Air Force of the Russian Federation. It was a lovely cool morning. The scorching Kazakhstani sun has not yet managed to rise to the heights. The dew had not yet fallen from the grass, and the soldiers- builders were already marching around the town singing songs, preparing to leave for the spaceport for repair work. “So, yesterday, this lieutenant,” Vedernikov began in a dull, offended tone, rotating his body from flank to flank of the ranks of servicemen, the major’s neck apparently didn’t turn. – I passed drunk with a friend whom I did not notice, – the major was cunning, – he sent me three letters and in my face all the army and all the command of the armed forces of the Russian Federation. I I was forced to send a report to the regiment commander and squadron commander, as well as to General Fedorov, – the major made a wait and see pause. Then, without looking at the lieutenant, fixing the eyes of the monkey's eyes in the lieutenant's uniform shoes, he said:
