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!

– Wait, wait, now there are rolling blackouts, you can get stuck in there, it's better to walk.

– Thank you, and good evening to you!

– And to you, young man … A wide staircase led to the fifth floor, an elevator crate passed

nearby, but | no longer heard the voice of the concierge, as | was walking along the wide steps

of the pre-revolutionary luxury of building architecture of the past. Two entrance doors of

apartments No. 132 and No. 133 went opposite to each other on the landing of the third floor.

The landing was narrow, bounded on one side by an elevator shaft, and on the other side by a

wall with a large, bright window high up. Exactly in the middle of this wall, under the window,

there is a fire hydrant with a coil of fire hose, which was visible through the glass of the door,

sealed with a seal. On the door of the fire hydrant, a strip of white paper is glued to the

wooden frame of the niche of the fire hydrant with the date and number of the inspection of

the object, with the seal and painting of the controlling person. | approached this object and,

leaning my travel bag against the wall closer to the fire niche, opened the zipper of the bag and,

pretending to take out a pizza, turned on the scanning device for detecting listening

installations of tracking, a gift from the lieutenant colonel. Then he took the pizza out of the

bag, zipped it up and hung the bag over his shoulder, as if by chance he moved close to the fire

hydrant and heard the squeak of the appliance. Turning around at the door of the fire facility,