"No, more like the opposite. And very much so… And what did you say her name was?" "Maria."
Gora stared at her with a waiting look – need a last name. "Maria Volina."
"I see… Thank you, Elizaveta Mikhailovna. Good health to you," Gavriil led out and walked towards the transportation hub (tracks 4, 5 and 6) where the loading of coal by the 253rd Soma was taking place.
Now all of Gora's thoughts went to his family. He remembered how he had met his wife Elena twenty-one years ago. She wasn't from his soma either, yet he hadn't managed to hide it from his father for more than two months (a very tangible result for a situation where "free" movement is not at all – plagues pass to work, then back, and sometimes outside
–
that's all movement). But three years?! That's a real conspiracy… Although the main factor in Gabriel's discovery of his
relationship with Elena was strong feelings – he couldn't live with her (it's past tense, now you have to: Elena died in an explosion four years ago).
How comparable it was to the relationship between his son and Maria Gora could not determine – for that it was necessary to see
her with his own eyes.
Entering the sector of the transportation hub, Gavriil outlined to himself one of today's problems and calculated with what kind of question the commander of this event would come to him now – the work at the 253rd soma today has not gone well. It was clear why: the people had not slept well, and in addition to that yesterday they had no strength left.
Gora moved a little from the entrance to the corner of the room: there was a wide view, in fact, he himself often stood at this point during his group's shifts.
The pretty girl glared at him for a moment, then turned away, continuing to fill the container with coal. Despite her lustrous golden hair and rather tall stature, she didn't really stand out, but her gaze gave him away. She looked at him like someone she didn't know personally, but at the same time familiar in general. It was hard for Gabriel to get a good look at her face from such a distance, but it seemed familiar.
"Mountain!" – came a shout from somewhere on the edge, which is how everyone greeted him today for some reason: Georgy Volin, deputy chief of the 253rd Som (number 2536484B2), sparkled with joy.
"Volin, of course! – Gabriel cried out in thought. – That's whose daughter she is. Well, that's good. She has a great father. A real actor."
Three seconds later, the zam was already beside him. "Ahhhh…" he cheered, hugging Gabriel. – It's good to see
you."
Volin relaxed his hands, leaned back, still holding on to Gabriel's forearms: "My chief is looking for you. We don't
have any rage here – we're obviously going to fall short of the plan.
"I don't think it's a gimmick to anyone," Gora replied, trying to put his colleague at ease.
#Yes, yes. – Volin couldn't stop playing with his eyebrows. – Except that today we're going to surprise everyone. Ha- Ha-Ha-Ha."
"I like your healthy optimism."
"Who else here can be healthy… Since you like it, take me in with your family."
"And does he know, too," thought Gabriel. – that my son is about to marry his daughter?"
"I'm just kidding! – he was really joking. – Without people like me, people here would die from losing their sense of humor… Really, people like me are almost all catfish here. Don't you think?"
