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Unicorns

UNICORNS (Genetics - the corrupt girl of imperialism) A. A. Khazin. Part Two. Tefal - you always think of us. The blow landed right on the forehead, just above the right eyebrow.

"Wow, so many stars, just like 'sparklers'," Kolya managed to think and passed out.

"So what can I do?" Mikhalych yelled irritably into the phone, "I know I'm the plumbing foreman, but I don't have any fittings. Yes, yes, I ordered them, but I don't know when they'll arrive. There's no one in the warehouse anymore. Maybe tomorrow. That's why I shut off the water." The receiver hissed.

"Ivan Stepanych, why are you yelling?"

Mikhalych raised an eyebrow, "So what if the whole district is without water? And what if you're the head of the communal service? I still don't have the fittings. So people will have to endure without water for a couple of days. They've endured worse. That's it, over! I have to work."

"No! Just look at this....@ what a loudmouth," Mikhalych spat and hung up the phone,

"As if I'm going to drop everything right now and start dealing with an accident from 3 pm until night."

"You said it, foreman," Vovchik shook his head, laying out snacks on the table, "they've gotten completely insolent. We work from morning till night, and it's never enough for them. We don't even have time to eat. Guys!" pulling out a bottle of vodka, he shouted, "let's come to the table." It was warm and comfortably smelled of fuel oil in the boiler room. They sat for a long time. As always, they talked soulfully about life, angrily blaming everything on women and the government. They forgot about the accident. Kolya came home around 10 pm. Well, Verka was there with the frying pan.

"My dear," Nikolai addressed his spouse after leaving the toilet in the morning, "allow me to inquire, could you please tell me the origin of this bruise on my forehead above my eye? I unfortunately do not recall the events of yesterday."

"No, isn't he a goat? He's even showing off," his wife snorted habitually, "you should say thank you, you miserable alcoholic, that I whacked you with my left hand. Where's the money? I know for a fact you got a bonus. Vovchik's wife Valka told me. Well?"

"Listen, respected young lady! I have no idea what bonus you are talking about, and if you do not know the origin of this injury, then please say so. I have no complaints against you and will not burden you with my presence. It's time for work. Please hand me my white shirt." Verka was dumbfounded.