Zoika, the bitch, is bothering me: go visit, go visit.
“And stop those tricks of yours!” – she threatens me.
I wonder if I should tell her where to go… But then I realize: Zoya is friends with the bosses. I need to be easy with her. “OK,” – I say politely. – “I’ll go.” – “If you’re going,” – she sticks to me like glue – “don’t go empty-handed. Buy some present.”
I returned to the shop floor, and I felt sick. As soon as I remember her, how she crawled at my feet, I feel as if I’m in a noose. What did I do to her, I think, what did I bring her to? Perhaps she didn’t go running to the management. Those women are shrewd themselves, they found out. And that present for her… What shall I take with me? If it was for a man, I’d take a bottle, but what do I get for a woman? Something sweet, some sort of pastries, then…
I decided to see Vasily. He’s a guy who’s been around, he’s experienced – he’s got three kids.
“Are you going to see Antonina?” – he winks. “You’re taking a long time… It’s the fourth week now.”
God, I think, even he counts the weeks…
“You’re a son of a bitch, Kolya,” he says. “The woman went under the knife for you, and you’re worried about a present…” – “What do mean, for me?” – I say, angry. “I’ve got nothing to do with it.” – “Damn it,” – he spits on the floor. – “My daughters are growing up. When I think about you studs – I’d strangle all of you.”
The men stand around eavesdropping.
“You can’t strangle everyone,” – they laugh. “Leave someone – for the tribe… You’re angry,” – they say – “because you produced daughters. If you’d had sons, you’d be singing a different song. You’d teach them to go to whores yourself…”