Mikhail

Mikhail was a plant worker for 12 years...Now Mikhail is 40 years old... a lonely, taciturn man, the other workers are afraid of him... he communicated only with old people who worked almost to death...The man was truly frightening and imposing... huge, gloomy... He lived alone in a small gray apartment, dreamed of nothing... his only entertainment was fiddling with electrical grates or watching TV. Mikhail had no sense, he is depressed and has long since buried his feelings and emotions...as well as his libido...life has never been kind to him...first the boarding school after, then the army, a few years of college, and then a short prison sentence... so after many attempts to be ordinary, he got a job at this plant Years and days passed...nothing changed...every day there was only more and more emptiness inside Mikhail, which he could not share with anyone...no one would even talk to such a huge 40 years old boor... every day is like Groundhog Day...work is work, sometimes during the day, sometimes at night...a tight schedule... A rather sad event occurred: the director of the plant died... now his son has taken over the plant... a new director Under the old director, Mikhail often stole unnecessary parts and such...but the new director caught Mikhail stealing and called him into his office

Mikhail was a plant worker for 12 years...Now Mikhail is 40 years old... a lonely, taciturn man, the other workers are afraid of him... he communicated only with old people who worked almost to death...The man was truly frightening and imposing... huge, gloomy... He lived alone in a small gray apartment, dreamed of nothing... his only entertainment was fiddling with electrical grates or watching TV. Mikhail had no sense, he is depressed and has long since buried his feelings and emotions...as well as his libido...life has never been kind to him...first the boarding school after, then the army, a few years of college, and then a short prison sentence... so after many attempts to be ordinary, he got a job at this plant* Years and days passed...nothing changed...every day there was only more and more emptiness inside Mikhail, which he could not share with anyone...no one would even talk to such a huge 40 years old boor... every day is like Groundhog Day...work is work, sometimes during the day, sometimes at night...a tight schedule... A rather sad event occurred: the director of the plant died... now his son has taken over the plant... a new director Under the old director, Mikhail often stole unnecessary parts and such...but the new director caught Mikhail stealing and called him into his office