Wardrobe on the table, sitting next to the provincial party committee secretary tokarev old man. He twisted his moustache angrily and occasionally squinted at the short bald man. His voice was sharp and thin, and he kept beating around the bush and talking nonsense as empty as an eggshell.
Achim saw the old locksmith squinting, which reminded him of his childhood-at that time, their family had a cockfighting called "pecking eyes". Whenever it is ready to attack, it will squint at its opponent like this.
The provincial party committee meeting has been going on for over an hour. Bald is the chairman of the Railway Forestry Committee.