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Siberian men traditionally have very complicated relationship with the. That is the result of that serfdom did not immediately take roots in Siberia, and the fact that in the Soviet years the chiefs stood on the towers with automatic weapons, and the men looked at this picture with both sides of barbed wire without much enthusiasm. In general, the farther away from the capitals, the faster the thesis’ All power from God ‘changes to the thesis “the Boss is a fool like you, he was just lucky.” As for relations with the authorities the Shilovs fully supported the Siberian traditions. Mitya’s grandpa worked as a huntsman in the factory grounds at the Krasnoyarsk sea, his father trained goalkeepers in the hockey club “Yenisei”, and both had problems with the management, to say the least of it. We will tell about them, but now let’s back to hard lives of former athletes.

After untimely finishing sports career Mitya himself, without the knowledge of his parents, got a job in the Department of landscaping and planting greenery of the administration of Leninsky district of Krasnoyarsk. Initially he thought to be a boss, but he was refused. He was offered a simple job… Very simple. If you’ve ever seen people in orange vests who wave brooms and shovels, cut trees and do other badly – paid job outdoors, then you understand perfectly, that in the dictionary of antonyms next to the word “Wealth” should be a photo of a worker of the Department of landscaping and planting greenery of the administration of Leninsky district of the city of Krasnoyarsk. But people even without higher education were employed there and were paid little, but regularly. So our Mitya put on an orange vest and went to fight with trees and bushes. The war did not last long.

In any story, first of all, it’s interesting to know the ending. So the first Mitya’s crusade for improvement of the native area had a tragicomic denouement which is worth telling about. Let’s start, perhaps, so: there were no signs of trouble, it was a warm spring day in Krasnoyarsk, in the morning the guys in orange vests were given the task-to shorten the branches on several poplars. The originality of the job was not perfect, and colleagues, not particularly in a hurry, went to the unhappy trees and started their work.

Spring Krasnoyarsk poplars resembled the skeletons of witches or scared to death monsters. Cutting down of paralytic dendroids resembled more punitive medicine and really did the impossible – with each procedure terrible and miserable plants started to look still more frightening and pity. Such executions were held annually around the city and were considered to be” the decoration”. But a job is not chosen, and the team of masters continued to cut down slowly from half-awoken stumps their young twigs which were going to bloom.

– “Are you mad, guys?” – shouted the man “Where should you be?!”

– “We should be in Hollywood”, – Mitya thought, “and drink cocktails with Tarantino”. And aloud he said:

– Don’t shout like that!

It was loud. From the outside, it even looked like Mitya was mocking.

– “What?!” – the man shouted. From the height of the third floor he seemed small and not scary. And the pruners are still a weapon. So Mitya experienced strange calmness, and the man was getting furious with each second.

– — I say, don’t shout like that, we can hear everything!”

– Fuck you! They can hear! In 15 minutes you must be in Yunost Street!

Yunost Street was parallel to the legendary “Krasrab” and with a certain degree of lyricism, it could be really called a street of youth of Mitya and many of his friends. But the song words can’t be erased: Mitya answered the claim of the wrinkled man :

– Fuck you! We’ll finish here, we’ll be there in an hour, what can happen for an hour?

If the man had a gun, Mitya would collect the whole charger.

– What’s your surname?”!

– Shilov.

“Shilov, you’re discharged!”

Under such strange circumstances Mitya met the Deputy of the Head of Leninsky district. Usually such acquaintances are somehow useful for ordinary people, but Mitya immediately realized that his meeting with the authorities would be useless in the future.

What else is worth remembering from this story? Perhaps, the return of orange vest and the pruners is less solemn than the return of police badge and gun in Hollywood movies. And the fact that the Shilovs’ family tradition was continued. It didn’t work out with the authorities once again.

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What about friends? There were many of them, at one moment there were some, at another moment – others. There were only old and reliable friends – the childhood friend Maxim Nazarov, the classmates Andrei Glazkov (“Dryunya”) and Slava Nikolaev, who from october years was called” Glory of the CPSU.” Almighty The Communist party eventually collapsed, and Slava remained. All of them, as well as Mitya, did sports, but didn’t want to become professionals, they preferred study at that Tsvetmet and SAA Siberian aerospace Academy, which changed its name every five years, but it was two bus stops away from native school. Mitya went along “Krasrab” to the other side and with the help of his parents got a job at the legendary plant “Krastsvetmet”, producing gold, silver, platinum and other urgently needed in the national economy metals.