– Comrade Colonel! – Shultsev turned to Comrade Colonel as to his own father.
Blinchuk sharply scratched the shaved head and looked toward the Earth. “Exactly now Chingachgook will notice that his tower had been screwed up”, thought Nabis. The most suitable moment. And the scandal at once will begin. And in the midst of hazing that occurred on the basis of personal animosity, the Father with his little Yana will approach us. But how does he not even notice that from the autumn we got in the summer?
– What is your name, comrade guide? – asked the Colonel. – I heard… Nabis?
– It is the nickname. This is the way it is here.
– The nickname. Good. So what is that?
“Now I will say my name and Shultsev will say “Fuck you, Sergey!” And I will kill him. And will go to live with the Father. And will live fast and long.”
– Okay, don't say if you don’t want to, – said Blinchuk, having decided something following Nabis' silence. – Shultsev, clean up after yourself. Then we will figure out what is the charter here and what is a jeer. At the double.
– Yes, sir, – said deadman Shultsev, also making himself some notch in the memory.
– If the Father had showed up himself, – Nabis said as if nothing had happened, – that means, comrade Colonel, that he needs to talk.
– So what's that? Did he show up directly for me? – asked Blinchuk unkindly. – Why are you twisting tales to me, comrade Colonel? How does he know personally about me? And what, is he a contacting party? Folk deputy? But of what kind of folks?
– In the Zone all the calculations are based on the result, – said Nabis. – And the result is obvious. The Father had showed up to you. You came. “Greeting” on the “neutral” is mandatory for beginners. It is minimum half an hour on the Stand, but usually an hour. (“The Stand” is this area.) And there is a time to look at you, there is a time to assess you. – Then he paused, looking at something in the distance. – And everyone knows that the new commandant is appointed and arrives today, Comrade Colonel. It's been known already for two weeks.
Here came Shultsev with “masha”261 at the ready, like death with a scythe. The clout dripped. He slapped the clout over the puddle and started to rub a slurry on the concrete in this and that directions, frowning his face.