"We will part with you forever, my friend"

The rainy evening of the fall of 2008 Anton Nosik went out after the broadcast on the Echo Moskvy radio station to the new Arbat. Voted. The orange "Skoda Fabia" stopped. “I am at the airport, but first - for things,” said Nosik. - Time - forty minutes. EXACTLY? " The driver nodded. And they went. “You know, I now listened to such an interesting program on the radio. I do not agree in everything, but very so, polemically, one person said there, he did not remember what his name is, ”the driver started the conversation.

So Anton Nosik met Spartak.

They drove for things on the South-West metro and managed to at the “Vnukovo”. Leaving the car, the nose handed Spartak a bunch of keys, explained where to stop to feed the cats, and said: “When I get back, you are going to work to me. Agree? " Spartak nodded.

“Since then, we have become one: I lived his life, and he was mine,” says Spartak.

These nine joint years they turned to each other to "you." Even when in difficult road situations, arguing with the navigator, but without stopping talking on the phone, the nose in the hearts said: “Spartak, you ate*ate! We needed right, ”Spartak answered with dignity:“ You yourself oh*ate, Anton. I rode correctly, and you knock me down. ”

Spartak had a bunch of keys to apartments and offices in which he lived or rented a nose. He stored all credit cards, because at all the moment of life it could be required to transfer money to someone, solve some kind of question or just save someone.

“Any moments of life” happened constantly: on the stairwell, the nose meets a pregnant woman, whose father, a famous person, does not want to be a father, and this is a dead end. Why does she talk about this nose? It is unclear. But the nose is already putting her in the orange “Skoda” to Spartak, and they rush somewhere where she will work now and after the birth of a child. Or, for example, at the "Water Stadium" grandfather lost his glasses, and then lost the cat. A nose with Spartak put a grandfather in a car, buy glasses, look for a cat, find rolled, go to a veterinarian. Or, for example, one prostitute was disappointed in life. And now - she is already traveling in the Orange "Skoda Fabia", it is cheating on one of the media -foods of the capital: now this is a place of her work.

In this "Skoda" - the access point of Wi - FI "Mutvpudak", a set of blankets, glasses, wires and gadgets for about all occasions. From time to time, the Orange Skoda Fabia was decorated with a white ribbon, a “Navalny” sticker or some other poster that dragged a nose, because it is not just a car-it is a mobile house, an office and something more.

Approximately everyone who was in one way or another was familiar with Anton, once traveled with him in the Orange Skode Fabia: oligarchs and students, top managers and randomly selected homeless people, journalists, politicians, artists-anyone. Being quite definitely a citizen of the twenty -first century, the nose did not share high and low, important and unimportant, “useful” and “meaningless” people. He never clearly formulated this, it was obvious. Phenomenal education, versatile and often deep scientific interests did not prevent him from finding topics for talking with anyone: once he gave a lecture on Italian painting in the queue in Sberkass at the “River Station”, another time explained the Hebrew to the 10-year-old boy (he understood), and he also once told about Roman law about the Roman law. Aeroflot flight in Istanbul - right at the registration rack.

People in the life of a nose appeared at fantastic speed and cosmic disorder. Then, however, it turned out that all this has a cosmic order: for everyone he came up with a place and the opportunity to benefit. And then all the acquaintances to him met among themselves, friends, fell in love, organized companies and funds, changed and moved the world forward. The unattainable level of management.

There were much more people gathered around them by the nose than the concept of “party”, or “people with good faces”, or “we”, or “our generation” could contain. This became clear in the geography and tonality of the memoirs that avoids the Internet on the day when it became known about his death. Those from whom for many reasons this was difficult to expect about love and gratitude wrote. It turned out - this is a mistake. It is nice to admit.

Instead of traditional photographs, people who burn through Anton posted screenshots of correspondence with a nose. And it was amazing: for everyone in his huge universe, he found time, words, topic of conversation. And, therefore, his biography-the first case in the history of the country-was written not by someone who comprehended the life of the media manager, blogger and public figure Anton Nosik from the outside, detached, namely, that his life, Anton himself, obvious words and actions, changes in the life of those to whom he managed to reach.

The driver of Anton Nosik Spartak was known, it seems, everyone who was in one way or another is familiar with Anton. Spartak’s phone was also, it seems, almost everyone.

Spartak always listened to the broadcasts in which the nose participated, remembered everyone who once at the request of the nose brought to whom he was imported, to whom he helped, about whom Anton spoke gently about. Spartak took the floor in all the conversations that Anton led in his car with anyone. Spartak is an excellent interlocutor, very soft. He reacted sharply only when a nose to someone else with a teenage challenge told about his dream to die an instant death, young. “Anton, don’t say nonsense, just don’t laugh,” Spartak snapped.

“Spartak, drive the narcomfin, we’re going,” the nose commanded. Leaving the car, he traditionally made fun of the frowning Spartak: “We will break with you forever, my friend. Draw a simple circle on paper. ” "All. Enough, ”Spartak was still angry, but less. From the nose, Spartak knew many verses of both Brodsky and others, sorted out politics, journalism and people, because he had overpassed as much as ordinary human life, probably, could not accommodate. But the life of Anton Nosik contained with ease. And, it turns out, the life of Spartak - too.

“I lived his life, and he was mine. And I don’t know how I will live on, ”says Spartak.

And so, it seems, everyone.