of the boar.
– In, yet? – the old man was indignant. – Where will I get it?
– Shut up, apchi, when the Boss makes a verdict.
– Uh, by the way, you can cut it. Go, tomorrow at six o’clock, mining begins. Yes, and take a toothbrush with you, and I’ll find you a bowl. Look, you will eat with the dog in turn. If Polkan permits. You’ll sleep in the bathhouse.
– And can the last word be? asked the grandfather.
– Go ahead!
– And who will command?
– Just me. Go on. And do not forget about the boar…
Ancephalopath led the old man to the exit from the stronghold and walked quickly to the Boss.
– Che, let’s get it? apchi!
– What? Are you a colleague, a drug addict?
– No, what are you. But I thought that, apchi, it is necessary to conduct an examination?! And immediately.. And then … – Harutun hesitated.
– But the fact that? Sour? – examining the bash from all sides asked Ottil.
– No. But expertise. After all, the verdict has already been passed?!
– By whom? The judge?
– No, apchi, by you, but you have the right to a pre-trial verdict of especially minor offenses, especially before bedtime just…
– Well, come on, but only for the sake of a working conclusion.
They beat a cigarette and sat down to smoke.
Morning was approaching and they were sitting at the table and reasoning like Holmes and Watson, all the more so since Holmes was smoking opium and this did not stop him from making deductive conclusions. But Watson only drank whiskey, cherry, thumped shorter, like Lestrade, and because of this they were dumb and were a cut below Sherlock. Alcohol dulls the mind, so the Government of the world permits, booze and prohibits the sprouting on Earth. But the fool doesn’t need to eat anything at all. He is because he is a fool and knows no measure. But both of them were dissenters and on this they reasoned like that.
– Campaign here in the village, someone planted Chuy hemp and blat the village. – Started Bedbug.
– But who? apchi, idot or old man? – continued Harutun.
– Or maybe a third party? And these can only be witnesses of what happened and decided to get ahead, having tried.
– Toad, apchi.
– What, toad?
– The old man’s name, apchi, – Toad.
– Toad? Heh. Let there be a Toad… A white toad in honor of a white swan.
– What? apchi.
– No, nothing. Well, what, go?!.. But no. Wait… Come on, eat it together?!
Harutun opened his eyes and threw out his tongue slightly in surprise.
– Not against? he asked, squinting his eyes maliciously at Ottil. – you didn’t eat all day and night according to the plans of addicts drove?
– Yes, apchi, exactly. – clapping his hands, Harutun ran up abruptly and sat in another chair.
– Che sat down? – Ottila drove.
– Why, what am I, and what am I? – The corporal fussed and blushed.
– Go, take it: there’s soup, there are spoons, plates, a refrigerator, – Klop began to point with his hands, representing the kitchen. – … there is a cook. Well, you know… A serious business has spun.
– What? About anasha? – choking soup through the soup, Harutun sighed.
– Just don’t sneeze. Suck it and do not spoil your appetite.
Harutun followed the chef’s advice and sucked it into himself.
– It is necessary to establish surveillance over a nickle and to catch all drug addicts.
– Just, apchi, we’ll spend the community work day in the village.
– Exactly! And the marshal will cover all our expenses. And to describe and destroy all drugs…
– And then we will destroy this nickle.
– Is this legal? Apchi
– What?
– Well, about the boar, apchi.
– You are offending, this will all be included in the report, as a bonus to official dog Polkan, for the capture of Idot and Toad.
– But it was I, apchi, who caught them?
– You, but you still owe me, remember?
– Yes, apchi, remembered.. Let there be Polkan.
– … And we will send the report over the Internet to Marshall.
– Have you ever seen Marshal, apchi. – Arutun slowed down the spoon.
– No. Although I once worked as his adjutant.
– So, who signed the documents? – Arutun reached for herring and sleeve touched the greasy layer of borsch. There is a window in his door, like in a cash register: there are secret papers and grub, to which, I tell you a secret, I spit more than once.
– And he did not know? apchi.
– If he did not recognize, then I would not be here.
– I don’t understand, you lived there like cheese in butter, why did you need to spit?
– In this country, spitting is an insult, and in my homeland it is a sign of greeting and love, like a kiss. After all, when you kiss, you suck on your partner’s drooling. And this is a kiss in the distance… No one saw his face. Well oh well, Eat up and go watch the dime.
– And you? apchi.
– And I’m going to think. If what?!.. – Klop yawned. I’m under the zhinka.
– In the bedroom?
– In the toilet, ram, of course. Better close them in the garage. From there, they still will not get out until the morning.
– And the car? apchi.
– Which car?
– Well, since the garage, apchi, then there is a car?
– There was once, more precisely, a motorcycle. Izya broke, now only a crumpled piece of metal,
