Presentation

 

   Ball the middle of December, usual, grey Moscow weather, vespers promozglostju pressed on subconsciousness. In a head there were images of a beach, the sun, noise of a surf and full material absence of a mobile phone. After all this small device was that strong communication with the world, from which me toshnilo. Constant calls of clients with their problems, calls of founders and subordinates - all this virtual environment on means of this device drove me in depresnjak. It is A little more and I would get colour of the Moscow asphalt. Shmitovsky journey as usually stood, after all now on hours was 18 ch 00 minutes, environment,  usual week-day, but for me was this day day of presentation of a collection.

   Half of our office, including valorous prodazhnikov, designers and founders simply approached to a body hurried from the different ends of a city in point H which represented one of pathos clubs of Moscow.

   And though to me on foot from office to club there were to go 15 minutes, I as the typical idler the motorist whom even the dust takes out by the car, here already kind a floor of hour stood in a stopper. In a head under music Miheja I drew an unrealizable image of silence and calmness.

The club met the closed doors and gloomy security guards. Clients a small group of persons included in a waiting list for haljavnym a swill stood in a queue not understanding where they. And that surprising, after all the lion's share standing, were from the different ends of our immense native land. Owners small and not so business. Each of crowding at an input considered itself in "Uryupinsk", the genius of business, the magnanimous person and grown wise bytem lives. Actually, me as responsible for development of the company and often communicating with it narodtsem, it was for certain known to the person, that both there were they lotochnikami from the market, and remained, only cleverest of them have moved to small little shops, having renamed themselves in "boutiques" alja Cherkizovo, zashibajut blood on money of proletariat and touch sellers after a labour shift. On terribly earned money buy jeeps of middle class and, driving about on potholes of impassability of the villages, consider itself as "kings of a life».

But here ball dance by other rules, passing by all this ill-matched crowd,  a pity parody to the Russian merchant class, I show on an input  the admission the VIP. The security guard yours faithfully tears off a door, and I pass, leaving behind merznut the expecting.

 In hole the detector of the metal detector, the girl of model with champagne and pleasant music. Accurately planned process on distributing of regions on bablo. The recipe is simple: pathos club, beauties at an input, show display of models, stars from popular tens, also substitute a shovel under strewed on you bablo from pockets regionshchikov.

  When  the person goes down for the first time in the underground, it jumps aside from a turnstile and "merchants", cautiously going on a floor and twisting a head are afraid to become on the escalator, and, searching for the reason of peep from a metal detector framework, entered into club foyer.

I stood about a rack of a bar and observed of an event, the people were distributed and grandly passed to a place specified in the invitation card. They strong compressed it in hands, being afraid to lose, it seemed to me, that they have precisely been assured, that if they  will lose invitation them from here will ask so they went to a place of planting with it on overweight as Tadjiks with the Moscow registration .

   The presentation was banal and is not remarkable, as well as to this ten previous. Tipsy conducting, always necessarily, something mixed and speaking with a speed faster, than the brain of the listening perceived the information. The same persons of "pop-music" who inserted  words into for a long time worn out smash hits  with the company name for which at present they sang. Then beauties of model, the presentation highlight, fiery show, and all presentation on unknown me to the law passed in banal pjanku. I have noticed it for a long time already, not very well what club, not very well, how much the people, not very well what actors and how much babla you have spent for the organisation, but the collective unconscious  prevails. "Merchants" after the sixth wine-glass have grown bolder, walls  of the Moscow club through a prism of a glass with vodka have got outlines of a native tavern in "Uryupinsk". And here that fun also begins, besides, when around almost all the.  

And here big-bellied stomachs and cap with ear-flaps caps leave on a dancing and start to light, poor walls of pathos club did not know for all existence of more blasphemous action, party with the slogan antiglamur!!!

    In this company for my century it there was already a second presentation, and in the end left for a long time forgotten, but the popular group  of 90th years are no time , on not clear friendly or related communications they have been approached to bodies of founders. Old employees knew about this incident and as soon as «former 90» have started to sing the  old smash hits all employees  in a uniform impulse of grandeur of a steel podtantsovyvat about a scene. With the first melodies of these songs with the VIP of boxes bosses have rolled down pajanye and have started to light. Managers of departments to show the loyalty to the company, on fault danced pirouettes, trying to get on eyes to the heads.  

From the party this circus very much amused me. Young girls who stood aside, looked is shocked a little, it were brand new managers from department of sales. I have approached  to them and have given a friend advice, that to the most active participant of a masquerade of dances there will be an award 200 c.u., and to the most passive the penalty for the same sum. Girls have quickly thought and have accepted the most active participation in this action.  When someone from them reduced rate, I approached and spoke a magic word 200 c.u., and they with new forces rushed in pljas.  

  Bosses looked back on the parties, calling all to take part in night buffoonery. They so danced, that fluctuations of their stomachs threatened to jump up above a chin. Fussiest and obliging "merchants" were attached by a number and all kind showed loyalty to the company, hoping on reception  of the credit for the future season. Rukovoditelnitsa  "prodazhnikov", after the drunk bottle of whisky, in ecstasy of drunk charcoal fumes  tried to dance a striptease, dancing striptizershi have politely released a pole. To the place of young and beautiful figures, the summer, grown fat monster, and, with a depressing kind kolyhanija inattentively fat with a cellulitis has climbed 35, began to direct horror on attendants of club.

Respect Alexey Belkov.

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