The inspector walked over to the table where the money was lying
— The machine seems to be working.
David, standing nearby, listened to the unfamiliar speech. And then he asked me again:
"What did she say?"
— The car is in perfect order. It's working fine, David. Thank you so much for your work," I literally blurted out. David was smiling. I was happy that I passed such a picky control.
A sad story that happened on one of the ships of the Baltic Shipping Company, in which only some names and the name of the vessel were changed.
Inspector Sviridov came into the cabins, uttering the traditional words of greeting:
— Hello, happy return!
In response, the sailors thanked the customs officer, but there was impatience in their looks — there, ahead, at the sea station, they were waiting for a meeting with their relatives, and, of course, they wanted this long-awaited meeting to take place as soon as possible.
The door of one of the cabins turned out to be closed, and Sviridov knocked gently. It was opened by a young man of about twenty-eight. Nice face, blue eyes. Brown hair is smoothly combed on a side parting. A dark red striped tie effectively sets off the whiteness of the shirt.
"Inspector Sviridov," the customs officer briefly introduced himself. — Please show me the cabin and one more thing... Please tell me, what foreign currency do you have after the current flight?
— Boris Sutokhin, cabin steward, — the sailor bowed jokingly and casually, spreading his hands with a smile: they say, be kind, see for yourself.
The inspector walked over to the table where money was neatly stacked next to a safety razor in a bright yellow plastic case.
— We saved a lot. Didn't buy anything?
— One time at a time is not necessary. There are only little things on this flight...
The inspector took a cursory look at Sutokhin's suitcases, shone a flashlight on the shelves of the closet. Everything was fine.
After waiting a few minutes and making sure that the customs officers were finishing the inspection and leaving the ship, Sutokhin stepped into the corridor. He looked around warily and at the end of the corridor noticed the chef Eduard Lansky shifting from one foot to the other.
— Hey, you, moron, where's the goods? — approaching him, Sutokhin whispered.
— Order. I threw a thousand pieces from the faeces into the drying cabinet. There they lie, under the removable bottom.
— Idiot! Drag me to my cabin now," Sutokhin hissed, and, turning abruptly, he ran towards the restaurant.
Ten minutes later, out of breath, he was already entering his room, holding a large plastic bag under his arm.
Soon a certain La appeared here, in the steward's cabin. His new leather jacket bulged strangely from the sides, making the twenty-year-old Edik fat and clumsy.
Locking the door behind him, the cook opened his jacket in one fell swoop and, like a magician, began to pull out bright handkerchiefs with intricate patterns and shiny anodized chains from all his pockets and from under his shirt. There were many, many of them.
Finally, taking out the last handkerchief, Edik sighed with relief: "That's it, chief."
Sutokhin looked at his assistant with undisguised mockery:
— Do you think you've done your job?
— I did my job. Shall we settle up, Bob?
— Take your time. Do you think I will trample all this on my back from the port? If you think so, you are deeply mistaken. You drag it, and I'll take a look.
And the steward chuckled:
— Sutokhin doesn't pay for nothing, get this straight. You seem to have a beautiful sports bag, so you put the goods in it. Meet me at the Baltika store.
When the Ivan Pushchin was approaching the pier, a black Volga pulled away from a multi-storey brick house on one of the central streets of the city and rushed at high speed to the port. In the car, besides the driver, there were three in civilian clothes: an elderly man in horn-rimmed glasses with strong lenses and two young, athletic-looking guys.
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