found myself in the Velyka Kyshenya store on the way home. With purchases and with a light
heart, entered the entrance of his house. The next morning | went to the address indicated by
the lieutenant colonel to coordinate my work with the FSB agent in Kyiv. On the way to the
metro, | went to the Velyka Kyshenya supermarket and ordered two packs of warmed-up Italian
pizza with mushrooms in the culinary area, paid, put the pizza in my travel bag and entered the
metro at the Obolon station. Having left on "Teatralnaya", | went along Vladimirskaya street to
house number 32. It was a five-story pre-war building dating back to tsarist times. | entered the
gloomy corridor, and going up to the concierge, who was sitting in a closet under the stairs
behind a glass window, inquired about the owner of the apartment:
– Hello! Tell me, please, does Boris Eduardovich Sosnin, the chief architect of Kyiv Gor Stroy, live
in one hundred and thirty-two?
The elderly concierge looked at me through tortoise-shell glasses, the thought flashed through
my mind: “Antiques, definitely inherited,” she finally said:
– Young man, what is your question to Boris Eduardovich?
– In our company "Italian Pizza", he often orders it, and | was sent from our company to
acquaint him, as our client, with bonus offers, since he is a long-term and regular client.
– Okay, but how to introduce you?
– Tell me that | am a sales manager, our delivery agent visited him earlier, well, and after the
decision of the management, the company's managers sent me to Boris Eduardovich.
– That's what | hear that amazing smell comes from your bag.
– Well, what is your name?
– Aunt Valya, you can just Valya. – Smiling with a youthful smile that a woman had some sixty
years ago, she took a gift copy of pizza from me and added, – Thank you, will you bring pizza
now?
– Unfortunately, no, this work will be done by an agent, | hope you have seen him more than
once, well, unless he quits, do you see what is happening around?
– Yes, yes, young man, yes, yes, – she said sadly, – wait, I'll find out now, is he at home or not? -
With these words, the concierge picked up the phone. Soon her voice was heard, then she
turned to me, – Go to the third floor, he is waiting for you there.
– Thank you, aunt Valya, I'm on the elevator!