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In strong drinking with people often happen truly fantastic stories, but they usually do not believe them: you never know fancy with drunk eyes … Yes, and these people themselves are not inclined talk about your mystical adventures, since not understand what was with them and how this is possible. Also always there is a risk of being ridiculed …
So the master watchmaker from the Polytechnic Museum in Moscow is long for years kept this story, because at first it was dangerous, and after the collapse of the USSR, he understood: no one would believe anyway. However time flies inexorably, it is aging, and therefore once decided talk about what happened, although he asked reporters not to name his real name. So let him be Ivan for us …
In those years, Ivan lived in Kazakhstan, nearby was a camp for prisoners – with barbed wire, watchtowers, creepy dogs. In a word, everything is as it should be.
In his youth, Ivan drank hard. And once he walked in one warm company and great taken to the chest. He was returning home late in the dark. The village where the guy lived was large, and Ivan got lost. He walked, walked, and came across a barbed wire. Realizing that he went to the camp, the guy turned back, but soon again faced the wire. This happened several times, and finally, Ivan decided to lie down somewhere and sleep until morning. He lay down near some wall and really fell asleep.
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Early in the morning, before dawn, the guy woke up and in amazement looked around, not understanding where he was. It turns out that Ivan was sleeping under wall of the barracks, and there were several such barracks. The territory was surrounded three rows of barbed wire, guard towers rose into the sky. Ivan realized that somehow he found himself in a camp in the zone.
Seeing where the checkpoint was, the guy headed there. At the checkpoint there were an officer on duty and two soldiers. At the sight of Ivan, they barely not speechless.
– Who are you? How did you get here?
Ivan replied that the day before he was drunk and does not remember how he wandered into zone. The officer turned gray and took the guy to another room, ordered explain everything in writing. Then he read what was written, paused, tore the sheet, and crumpled the scraps and put it in his pocket.
“You,” he says, “did you see the barbed wire in three rows?” On her the current is started, you could not pass there. It turns out that he could only through checkpoint. But our doors are locked inside, the keys are in the safe. Nobody entered the camp territory that night. If we were here let someone in or out without a special pass – that’s it, we tribunal. But since you are here, it turns out that we let you into the zone. With all, as they say, consequences for us. Therefore, if you don’t tell me how you appeared here and why, you’ll get a term for full reel.
And although Ivan’s head was from a hangover as if cast-iron, he realized how serious everything is. Already decided that this is the end. They both sit silently, they don’t know what to do next. It turns out that everyone has a deadline – and Ivan, and the officer, and the soldiers … They lit a cigarette. Suddenly the officer says:
– Okay, I seem to have come up with. Wait here.
He went to his soldiers, and Ivan has one thought in his head: “They will kill are they me or not? “The officer returned soon.
“Live,” says Ivan.
He led the guy through some dark vestibule to the iron door, opened with her keys several locks. Then there was another door with locks. And when Ivan went out through her, the officer said to him:
– So that not a word to anyone! If you mess up, we all end. Blow!
Ivan doesn’t even remember how he got to the village. Of course he’s nobody did not say what happened, understood: the officer did not joke with him. And later a few days Ivan met this man on the street. He was alone. The guy wanted to come, but the officer stopped him with a look in which clearly read: “Do not come!”
Then several times they met as strangers. And then this officer was apparently transferred somewhere. Soon, Ivan left the village.
Here is a story in which you can believe, or you can not believe. But it’s not in vain that it says: Your deeds are wonderful, Lord, and there are no numbers to your miracles …
