First of all – the second after reconnaissance – I produce inventory. There are in stock five goals for twenty-four units. I must manage, because it is necessary. There is a word: «We must!» And we, fools, have such a right, which is a duty: first to jerk a stripped vest on the chest, and then – from the trench! Nothing obliges us, but we still do it! But if you took a tug – take away life and the jackpot! I do not need a jackpot – I need lives! And therefore, not even called, I answer: «Yes!» I answer myself – not to someone else’s man, who sometimes says, it seems, the right words, but it turns out, as in the saying: «Not the mistress who says – but the one who cooks soup!»

All car owners are of the titular nation. «Aliens do not go here», especially, they do not drive. This simplifies my task even more: our «love» is mutual. Because I used to perceive Kipling as abstract literature – about the fact that «there,» they have it.»

Take up the White Man’s burden —

Send forth the best ye breed —

Go bind your sons to exile

To serve your captives’ need;

To wait in heavy harness

On fluttered folk and wild —

Your new-caught sullen peoples,

Half devil and half child.»

Now I read these verses as an autobiography. And so the bill to «those who are», I have a little bit personal. But it is a seasoning to the dish: the objectivity of the consumer does not interfere. On the contrary: promotes learning – in this case, of the souls of men. Conditionally human: after all, «the owners of life» are «beings of a higher order». That is how they themselves and «position», in vain, that they themselves – only in the first generation are not «from the plow». But conditionally human they are for me. True, «from the other side»: nothing human, with the exception of external resemblance, I do not observe in them. Therefore, I agree with the classification: «creatures». And, if they are beings, then I have no sin either. Sin is our human construction «for internal use» only. Therefore, I do not even need an indulgence: there is no crime object.

Is it conceptual confusion? «Mixing genres»? It may be, although, hardly. But if this is so, it is not from a lack of thoughts and arguments. And those and others – an excess, even though the competition arrange! Now I am satisfied: I have not one line of defense, but as many as you like! And every argument is like a bayonet! And all together they stand like a mountain for me! But I’m not hiding behind them. I just declare their presence to all interested parties, and, above all – to me, because we, intellectuals, love to delve into the soul. We love to tear it up and turn it inside out. But when she is under the reinforced concrete foundation of authority, when she is in a bullet-proof vest of arguments and arguments – try, dig it up! And I have such a defense – «blood from the nose»! I have to go to work! What are we security officers, if not with a cool head?!

Of the five objects of work, four are officers in uniform, and only one is a sergeant. But he has such an impudent, such fat face that I begin to moan with grief: the comrade obviously brought a big boss. And, judging by only the details of the driver, the boss deserves at least an extraordinary optimization. I know these and not according to rumors: «We were once trotters once…».

But to «no» there is no trial. That is, it is, but postponed. And this is not a big word: I’m memorizing the number of the car. In absentia I sentence the absent client. But the «presence of absence» does not detract from the presence of de facto: after all, but four souls. Four waiting for my close attention soul! I use this noble word only in an arithmetic sense: as a unit of account, because I do not even doubt the absence of «souls» of the soul. That is normal, human. There is a bulletproof vest, but, unlike me – not to protect the soul, but instead of it. And body armor is of a police officer. And that says it all. No comments.