put it completely in your mouth, leave a gap for supplying air to the lungs and pull in, pull in and not let out. Pull it in and feel it inside of you.
Harutun slowly walked over and picked up the jamb. He smoked, as the boss ordered. After a moment, he turned into a vegetable and dumbed like a turkey.
– Give the kid. – Ottila forgot and ordered Harutun. – Let the joke in front of the prison … – after half an hour Ottila continued – Arutun, alle. What are you soaring about?
– BUT? Give.. – the old man waved and came to his senses. He reached out with a cigarette. Idot took the jamb, puffed and handed it around the district. He began the second round, and soon the Incephalopath finished off the heel.
– Well? – let go of Bedbug. – smoke? What are you smoking, kid?
– Belomor. – I got a pack of Idot and took each a cigarette and myself. Held out. They took and smoked.
– Well, tell me how you legally mowed hemp? – Started Bedbug.
– Heh, can you tell me at the beginning how you apchi legally planted her? – added Harutun.
– Like, heh. – pinned Idot. – on the tractor.
– What are you persecuting, salaga? – Harutun raged. – On a tractor, it scratches. Sit down, bastard! For life!!!
– Yes, sit down, you, otherwise you stand like a hook. There, sit on the porch. – suggested Bed bug corporal.
– In short, the joke was in practice. – the beginning of Idot.
– And who did you study? asked Klop.
– Yes, for a tractor driver-generalist. Well, they sent to the plans, hemp to clean for ropes. A tarpaulin for your UAZ from hemp ropes is sewn.
– Here is how? – surprised Ottila. – So what?
– Well, they put me on a cannabis harvesting machine.
– And what is this? asked Klop.
– Yes. – Confirmed Incephalopath.
– How do you know that? – surprised Klop.
“I am in my youth, Apchi,” Harutun began, but Idot continued:
– … was a drug addict.
– Shut up, puppy! – Harutun was excited. – you play, apchi, you sit down for a long time.
– Calm down, Harutun. – Klop smiled. – continue.
– Well, in my youth I lived and studied in the Caucasus in Sharaga, and we had a subject – agricultural machinery was called. So, we went through a cannabis harvesting machine. She, upchi, clings to Belarus or MTZ-40. Voot, apchi.
– So, what is next? – turned to the kid.
– Well, I’m going upstairs … – continued Idot.
– Like this? asked Klop.
“Yes, like combines, apchi, one after another,” explained Intsephalopath. – only we have a detachment, and, apchi, they have a ladder.
– Clear. So, what is next?
– Well, I’m going. – the beginning of Idot.
– I got drunk right away. – added Klop.
– What, apchi, hemp is the sea. – pinned Harutun.
– No, chief, we were taken to a tractor by an UAZ with a district police officer and a nurse. A bash with a ranetka could be carried, but no more. The doctor constantly puts pressure on hold. There are no windows on the tractor, the heat, only the roof and the wind, both from the stove and the buzz walks. For four hours the shift is so breathing that smoking is not necessary. After all, you are in it yourself. Here. And across the fields along the road between the nickels, in a jeep, the Kazakhs catch the tractor and drive up, shouting: “Open the drum. Yes.”, But if you don’t open it, they will kill. So you obey. You clean the drum blades from dusting, and the dust is Galimovy hash.
For this they throw bucks into the cab and dump. Up to five kilograms pulled weight, count, pent!? The match head for three hours covers five. This is the topic.
– And so few, and three? – asked son Izya, who quietly eavesdropped. – to try.
– Well, he jumped into the house, jerk. Can’t you see I’m interrogating?
– Let him listen, it’s legal and instructive – the mother, who also warmed her ear, interrupted. – what’s next, going?
– Well, in short, I’m traveling, the buzz is flying and it has covered me, but I didn’t rub it, I just sniffed the air. And I look, the partner is driving in front, and he will jump out of the tractor and run to the side, and the tractor is still going. I look in the mirror, and in it a UAZ policeman and a doctor approach a shift change. I’m not on the spot. And from the UAZ, the pent ran out after the runaway sidekick to catch up.
– And why did he drive so, do you reproach? – bug Klop.
– Smoked, moron, before the mowing. And the buzz of wind, in general, tore down the poor fellow’s tower and it seemed to him that he was mowing the flies on the plans for planned ones, in your opinion – drug couriers. And then, by type, the pentes burned. Well, he is to blame.
– Hi hah hoh huh huh. – Klop chuckled, and Harutun hung, somewhere in the Caucasus … – and what, they caught?
– Yes, in an hour. And the tractor flew into the canal.
– Fun, apchi, there. – Arutun sucked in a snot.
– Yeah, fun. – supported Idot. – Well, I went?!
– Hehehehehe … – The bedbug slowly stopped laughing. – Go, and tomorrow at noon you will come. You’ll still rub it, and then we will catch you again, we’ll take you away and we’ll definitely plant you.
– For what? – Idot was surprised and sobbed.
– Harutun, get his subscription about not leaving. – The bug got up and arched his back.
– Or maybe we’ll agree? – suggested Idot, who immediately stopped crying. – Tomorrow you will come with a pig, we’ll see. All go both out. I’m tired. The workday is over.
– Come on, apchi, idiot. – suggested Harutun and went to the exit.
– Idot. – followed the corporal boy.
– … And with a pig, you bring a ram to me. Got it? – Arutun stopped and skipped Idot in front. When Idot passed the lead, Harutun kicked him in the ass and shoved him in the back, laughing out loud…
They soon left and Ottila went to the house for dinner…
