Other universes of Cherner's realities.

The first of September It was the first day of autumn. Kamila Valieva woke up before the alarm clock. My head felt heavy, my body felt like cotton. She quickly packed up, threw her textbooks and notebooks into her backpack and carefully wrapped her arm in a bandage, hiding it under her long sleeve. A tired face with too serious a look for seventeen years was reflected in the mirror. Camila walked through the apartment. My parents were at home, but it didn't change anything. There are empty bottles on the table, and the smell of yesterday's alcohol is in the air. She tried not to look at them and walked past them, avoiding another drunken interrogation or humiliation. Taking the keys, Camila quickly left the apartment and slammed the door. It was cool outside. She quickened her pace and almost ran to school. Alyona Kostornaya and Sasha Trusova were already waiting for her at the entrance. The girls smiled and took turns hugging Camila — tightly, really, the way they hug only their own. "Alive?" Alyona chuckled. "So far, yes," Cami replied, and smiled for the first time that morning. They walked into the school, joking with each other. At the lineup, the trio pretended to listen to the boring speech of director Daniil Markovich Gleichenhaus about the achievements of the school and the bright future of graduates. Camila thought about it: Congratulations from first graders are always the same. Nothing new. And then a little girl, stumbling at the microphone, gave out: — I don't have time for toys now... I have to go to school... and I want to learn...… There was a second of silence, and then there was laughter and applause, especially from grades 9, 10, and 11. — The child speaks correctly! — Welcome to the club! "Our sister! Even Cami chuckled. Then they announced a new teacher of history and geography, Dmitry Alekseevich Cherner. He came forward, smiled, and said:" Those who think that you can do anything but study in my lessons are deeply mistaken. I will give such people a personal hell. Good luck to every one" . Alyona leaned over to Camila and Sasha: "That's it, girls. We're in deep shit. "Bring back the old historian,— Cami moaned. — I promise to study. I'll be on my knees." After ruler 11A, the class went up to the study. Evgenia Armanovna Medvedeva, their homeroom teacher, immediately took the floor: "Please don't make the computer scientist hysterical, the mathematician Alina Ilyazovna nervous, the chemist Anna Stanislavovna want to quit, and Eteri Georgievna Tutberidze..." she paused, "don't under any circumstances make her lose her temper. There was a murmur in the classroom. Mark Kondratyuk, Dasha Usacheva, and several other people began discussing the theory that Eteri Georgievna was either a demon or a vampire, because it was impossible to be a physical education teacher, deputy principal, and discipline the entire school at the same time without getting a year older. Medvedeva laughed: "Then who do you think I am?" "You are Sailor Moon!" The class shouted in unison. Evgenia Armanovna blushed. She really loved Sailor Moon. After an hour, everyone was released. After school When they went outside, Alyona suddenly said:"Let's do something crazy." There was no pure levity in her voice. It was worse in the summer — alcohol, breakdowns, emptiness in the mornings. But they got out. Quickly. And a crooked logic was fixed in Alyona's head: if they survived then, then nothing terrible will happen now. They left their things at Alyona's, changed their clothes and went to the club. Alyona chose it at random — a familiar, noisy place. She did not know that Evgenia Armanovna likes to come here to celebrate the beginning of the school year. And she certainly couldn't have imagined that fate would bring them all together here. Half an hour later, Cami was standing at the bar with a glass in her hand. The alcohol hit my head quickly. She didn't drink for the fun of it—to avoid feeling it. It was easier not to be yourself in the noise. Alyona, already drunk, was dancing in the slam circle, it seems, sitting on someone's shoulders. Sasha sat next to Camila and talked aloud about love and the meaning of life. Kami agreed, also talking about love, not knowing exactly what she was saying. And it was at this moment that Evgenia Armanovna Medvedeva, a pleased Alina Ilyazovna Zagitova and a clearly unhappy Anna Stanislavovna Shcherbakova entered the club. It was a rare evening for Medvedeva — a symbolic start to the year, one glass and conversations. Zagitova rejoiced at any move. Shcherbakova didn't like such places. But someone had to be sober. Someone had to make sure that everyone got home alive. Alyona saw them first." So... we have an emergency. Sasha was philosophizing with the bar at that moment. Kami, smiling drunkenly, suddenly decided to find Anna Stanislavovna and confess her love to her. Alyona abruptly grabbed both of them by the arms."Don't even think about it." Kami tried to pull away, but Alyona was stronger. Sasha unexpectedly helped. The three of them went outside, drunk, happy, and still whole. Alyona acted automatically, not out of panic, but out of experience. She knew how such evenings ended, and she wasn't going to let this night become the point of no return. Three girls didn't know where to go when they got drunk. And if they returned home, they didn't know who to turn to. It was impossible to go to Sasha's parents. There, the belt would solve everything at once, and they would remember alcohol for a long time. Alyona did not want a conflict between Uncle Misha and Sasha's father. Especially to Camila's parents. They would have just been offered another drink. At some point, Alyona stopped abruptly "Wait... there aren't three of us. Kamysh, where is Sasha?" Kami, looking around, said anxiously: "We haven't lost her."… Sasha? Sasha, are you there? Answer me! A minute later, a shout rang out from the darkness: "What are you yelling at, two crazy people?! I'm sleeping here! Sasha was lying, hugging a lamppost. Alyona and Cami helped her up. Alyona did a quick calculation in her head: Kami— definitely not, she'll run for help. Sasha is fifty-fifty. And I... I'm going to hang out here one hundred percent. The solution was obvious. They went to her, to Alyona. Their stuff was there. And there was an adult who didn't drink. Alyona knocked on the door. Tatiana's mother opened the door and froze, looking at her daughter. "Mom," Alyona smiled awkwardly, — I was out with the girls. We had a few drink. No shouting. No tantrums. Tatiana silently helped them in and went to take a bath. She was bathing her drunk daughter while Cami and Sasha were sitting in the room. Sasha stared at the ceiling and counted all the stripes on the wallpaper. Kami fell asleep, sniffing softly, sometimes shuddering and muttering something in her sleep. Then Tatiana put Alyona to bed, woke up Camila and took her to wash. Then Sasha. For the first time that evening, there was an adult nearby who wasn't drinking or shouting. All three girls fell asleep.