Well, in two days of work on Staten Island, the Captain has mastered many professions, such as builder, gardener, and rubber carpenter whose weapon of choice is a razor O_o. There is even more to learn. It's nice to work with a person you understand, and who understands you. Of course, disagreements arise regarding the approach to the task, where the Captain's Russian soul doesn't exactly want to slack off, but if a rubber floor block sticks out by a millimeter, then who cares, right?)))) But no. You have to take all 4 last blocks and trim that millimeter, and there's nothing to cut it with except a small razor. Well, these are trifles, of course; otherwise, it's much more pleasant to work here than in that same Tatiana, because here they haven't offended me with the salary yet, they feed me well, and there is something to talk about and learn (in terms of printing).
Yesterday was a day off, which was spent truly in a Captain-like way! A final raid was made to submit documents to the camp, and like, from Monday the Captain starts his studies, although if the group is overfilled, I will only go from next week. Then there was a shopping trip for clothes, where I got myself cool shorts and the first sneakers in my life (and some small things, a t-shirt, flip-flops to go to the beach). I can say from the bottom of my heart that 150 bucks were spent with pleasure. The Captain's eye is sharp! While the Captain was circling at the entrance to the Church Ave. station, looking for change (for some reason, the MetroCards at Church never accept bills) and chatting on the phone, he noticed an abandoned 20 bucks, picked it up, took off, and was gone xDDD. And the weather kept whispering... ...and listening to it, for the first time since I've been here, I took off to the beach. Sunbathed, swam, in short, I enjoyed myself for 2 hours. A little later, in the evening, Captain Ravshan proposed to go and have a beer. There is no better place for this than our old house. 20th floor, the span between the buildings, a breeze, and suddenly SUDDENLY O_o, thousands of fireworks start blasting not far from us, at the boardwalk. God knows what kind of holiday they had, but at least we could sit and drink beer without any pangs of conscience, saying it's a holiday)))).
And finally, recommendations for those who still think that Brighton Beach is a rotten place and there is absolutely nothing to do there – find a big thick concrete wall (a brick one will do), step back 200 meters and RUN AND SMASH YOUR HEAD AGAINST THIS WALL. Coney Island is a historical and incredibly beautiful place. Even Manhattan doesn't leave such an aesthetic impression. So it's not for nothing that we live here.
