Consontin

Konstantin, 28 years old, had been working on the ship "50 Years of Victory" for 3 years already. This ship was once an icebreaker for expeditions, which Kostya regularly went on, but when "Yamal" appeared, "50 l.p." It was converted into a tourist ship, and Kostya was never transferred from there, or rather, he was transferred, but for extreme types of "tourist expeditions in the ice" he was naturally put as a radar operator on his native old ship, that is, while the captain was steering the ship, Konstantin monitored the radar so that the ship did not crash into any huge icebergs and indicated the degrees of turns, but disaster happened, right before the new voyage, a new technician, Yaroslav, was transferred to the ship, oh, this is a walking headache for Konstantin, "The guy is only 19, why is he in such a wilds?! If he panics, all our communications will go to the bottom!!" Kostya thought to himself again seeing once again the red-dyed hair sticking out from under his ushanka, Yaroslav was a walking misunderstanding... Well, why so many piercings, is he at work or what?! (dahlia bite, kitten bite, snake bite, bridge, eyebrow symmetry, earlobes and cartilages pierced, septum) and how is he not cold at -38° from these irons!??

Today the ship docked at a small town in the snowy Yakutia, and while the tourists were enjoying themselves with the guide and locals, the staff was hard at work and eating lunch, and Yar was fiddling with hardware in the lower deck of the ship's department (it wasn't very comfortable to squat in a thick work down jacket, balok pants, and a hat with earflaps; Yar was covered in fuel oil). Kostya, having nothing better to do, ran up to him, peering through the hatch from above.

• Hey, are you staying there for a long time? We're almost lunchtime.