Once I was choosing a tile.
For the bathroom.
In the construction market.
I went and looked closely.
An inexpensive place, a pavilion, either from a standard shipping container, or something similar.
And now a dazzling Mercedes drives up to this container.
And from this dazzling Mercedes comes an equally dazzling person.
Sweatpants, T-shirt, tattoos and gold chains.
He comes up to, let's say, the manager of the enterprise and says that he is building a pool.
And he needs a tile in order to pave this very pool.
Well, 20 meters. Pool 20 meters long. And, accordingly, you need tiles.
You bro, will you count?
Let's just say, the manager says: "Yes, give drawings, specifications, we will calculate and call you back."
To which a dazzling person says: "Why count, tell me - how much?"
And he pulls out a pack of dollars from his wide trousers.
Thousand, probably 30.
This picture is still vividly before my eyes: a rich man who builds a pool for himself and himself came to the construction market to buy tiles for cash. Well, that is, the quintessence of how it should not be. Because he has to have a foreman, an engineer, a designer and all that. And they have to do such mundane things. And a rich man in a dazzling Mercedes must ride along expensive embankments in a suit and buy modified beauties in bulk.
Well, or here's another surprise.
Once every few months we are shown on TV the usual show: a search in the premises of the next disliked governor.
And the same thing every time: wads of cash and an expensive watch.
But what are the governors: idle investigators are closely monitoring the watch brands on the hands of ministers and deputy prime ministers.
And they publish investigations about how much these or those watches cost.
Although in our digital time, if a person has a watch on his hand, then only those that measure the pulse and the steps taken.
Because the watch is no longer needed for anything else.
And nevertheless, each time the investigating authorities present to us in a strict public court the same thing: an expensive watch.
And cash.
And do you know what it says?
This tells us that they simply do not know where to spend everything they stole.
And now, with this head of the traffic police of the Stavropol Territory.
We were shown the interiors of a man who simply does not know where to spend his money.
All these golden monograms and toilets, rooms in which it is simply impossible to be, because you want to puke.
Never before have I used this expression in my texts - "pulls to puke".
But here is just such a case.
Because you cannot say otherwise.
And it is our brave Aurors who have not yet reached the Krasnodar Territory.
Ask anyone who passed through the checkpoint near Kushchevskaya, where they plant drugs and extort just because you have Moscow license plates.
The toilets there are probably diamond ones.
But it’s still the same around.
Stavropol region.
Kuban.
Sad steppe.
Heat.
Poplars.
And absolute, boundless, cosmic hopelessness.
And I try to understand these people, to feel myself in their, so to speak, skin.
Here you are standing at the sluice blocking the milk river with jelly banks.
And you can take a big bribe from everyone who wants to go through the gateway.
And you take it.
And you think: well where to spend?
And you don't know where to spend them.
After all, no matter what palace is built in the Stavropol Territory, it will still be in the Stavropol Territory.
Whatever gold monograms you twist in it, it will still be monograms in the Stavropol Territory.
No, don't think badly, I have nothing against the Stavropol Territory.
I myself am from such lands that you never dreamed of.
But money is a tool for achieving freedom.
There is no other point in money.
And if, instead of escaping from the Stavropol Territory (as I once escaped from my lands), you spend easy money on gilding toilets, you should try to find an answer to one simple question.
Here is the question: why?
And okay there, why gild toilets and fence interiors, from which watery eyes.
Okay, buy Mercedes there, every second of which is exactly the same as the first.
It's okay to buy watches there, which are all generally the same.
It's okay to have mistresses, each of whom is no different from your wife, because all women are physiologically the same.
And judging by the interiors, you cannot evaluate a woman not from the physiological point of view.
But just answer: why take if you don't know where to spend it?
Well, let's just imagine the head of the traffic police of a region who does not take money, because he is not going to leave the Stavropol Territory, but he does not know where to spend the money in the Stavropol Territory.
Can you imagine such a thing?
I can not.
The problem is not in a specific boss.
The problem is vertical structure.
This particular head of the traffic police of the Stavropol Territory - he is not sitting at the lock, which is on the river of milk.
No, a milk river with jelly banks flows right through it.
Through the mouth and there on ... well, you understand.
Or vice versa.
And all this money simply settles on his internal organs, like abdominal fat from a kebab for cognac.
You can just add them (and they do!), You can spend on nonsense.
And it's impossible not to take it.
However, there is still one way out.
You can just take and abolish all this unnecessary traffic police.
It won't get any worse on the roads.
But in prisons it will become freer.
In every sense of the word "freer".
The point of view of the author may not coincide with the position of the editorial board.