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7. NO SNACK
Valyok took out the key and opened the apartment door. The day was sunny and therefore it was light at home. I was hungry. He walked into the kitchen and looked around. There was a covered frying pan on the stove. Mom was not at home. Having removed the lid of the frying pan, Valyok discovered there a rare thing in the house in the post-perestroika years – meat. Pieces of grilled meat! The last time he ate such a dish was several years ago, when Banana took him outside to play, and in an hour, with a saxophone and a guitar, they made a lot of money. And now the fried meat was just as delicious as it was then. The phone rang. Valyok picked up the phone:
– Yes… what time …? Good.
An hour later he was already at the station and, noticing Fomich, Valera and Relative, greeted:
– Hey!
– Hey!
– Have you taken everything?
– Yes.
– I’ll go buy cigarettes.
Returning Valyok noticed a strange type squatting next to standing friends. The strange type was a completely intelligent guy of about thirty, but either there was something repulsive in the guy, or Valek was annoyed with something: