extend the time of my confinement, | began a major cleaning. After packing everything |

thought was rubbish in trash bags, | nonchalantly walked out to the elevator. At the same time,

the neighbor Ira also approached the elevator, she had previously been friends with my wife,

when | was still not alone.

– Oh, hello Valentine, you that they decided to grow a beard?

– I'm single now, that now I’m forbidden to change my appearance, or something, | need to look

for a wife for myself, here you are, for example, how do you look at it?

– Oh, no, no, | heard from Lena how you lived there with her, but not this! – the question was

categorically closed by Ira, it's good that the elevator arrived on the first floor. | wished my

neighbor a good day, threw two heavy bags into the trash and returned home. It remains to

wait until my gray hair grows on my head and the beard takes shape to an unrecognizable face

that makes it possible to go out. And if they suddenly try to find me through the military

registration and enlistment office, they probably won't succeed, since through the efforts of the

former presidents before the war, all the military registration and enlistment offices were not

digitized by an electronic filing cabinet, and my photo is there thirty years ago, you can’t find

me using it, and even through the passport the department will not work, since my passport

photo is ten years old, so that, of course, comrades from the SBU will of course grab someone

for a report, since | have a rather average appearance, there are a dime a dozen on the streets

of Kiev. Sitting in the kitchen, thinking about this, | washed down my “thoughts of my horses,”

as Gazmanov sings, with a fair amount of Noy cognac. And having finally calmed down,

arranging his thorns in such a way as to seem not himself, he went on foot to Petrovka to an

electronics store for a laptop. My path passed by a gas station, and | suddenly noticed my

identikit on a pole. | carefully tried to tear off the photo, | succeeded, though part of the sheet

remained there, but the photo was completely saved. | carefully folded the paper, put it in the

breast pocket of my jacket, and moved on. In the store, the seller brought me a laptop from the

warehouse, set up the program, and | paid $ 600, with a light soul, | went home the same way,

carefully, looking around to see if | was being followed. At home, he began to set up mail and

Google in order to go through the news and reports from the front. On the Youtube website, |

found a news report that Russian paratroopers blew up the world's largest cargo plane "Mriya",

but the details, such as, just before that, an almost homemade atomic bomb, which was

planned to be dropped on the Kremlin, was removed from its board . Not a word was said

about this, only that before the explosion of the Mriya, they removed all valuable equipment

from the aircraft. The lieutenant colonel told me about the atomic bomb in a confidential

conversation with me, we just observed the clouds of smoke from this explosion when we

arrived in Belaya Tserkov. Then the reconnaissance detachment of paratroopers was evacuated

by three helicopters, and the equipment removed from the board was taken out by a cargo

helicopter MI-11. After the news, he began to look for the distinguishing features of his

appearance with identikit. There was no way to find me in this image, no matter how | turned

the sheet in front of my eyes, everything was in vain, there was no resemblance even close.

And | realized that | was no longer in danger. And then it dawned on me that | did not take into