''В городе Сочи - темные ночи, Незадачливый Продюсер...

'' In the city of Sochi - dark nights, Unlucky Producer or Adventures of the UN (Special Forces Unit) "Southern TV series
First episode
I’ll tell you, my friends, about the fascinating trip (its fragment) and the adventures of the orchestra in “our Sochi”. This story is about friendship and betrayal, about rights and obligations, about rudeness and education. Let it serve someone as a lesson, warn someone, and simply entertain someone.
Here is how it was...
One orchestra went off (it’s not “neglected,” but because, however, the orchestra is a small, chamber, IP Orchestra - on tour in the resorts of Sochi, "our Crimea" and others like them. He got on the bus, and, I ask you to note, yours, a bus, not rented ... (though there is one snag here, but more on that later) - and went on my own trip.
He had a long road, on the way the orchestra played a concert in Smolensk, got drunk, sat down, got a shashlykan, sang a song, in Voronezh, in general, he didn’t miss it for sure! Especially considering that 41 hours 24 minutes he is only from Smolensk to Adler
(through Voronezh) he drove and almost two hours looked for the right housing for resettlement, in the city-hotel "Velvet Seasons" and tried to check into the hotel (and it was already early morning, about 6 a.m.)
Ahead were waiting for the orchestra - Sochi, Gelendzhik and many, many more cities in the south of our vast. In each he had to play a concert, the musicians planned to combine work and relaxation - the sea is always around, the sun is shining, and the heart is happy, and the soul is singing. The orchestra continues to play concerts and now, yes (to the point) only ...
However, everything is in order. At first, the orchestra had a day off - everyone slept and ate, bought off and took a walk, since on the first day on the Black Sea, there wasn’t even a concert in the evening. Yes, only now the adventure has already begun.
There is such a thing on any tour, per diem. This is such "running" (as they used to say in the old days) money, for which artists (orchestra musicians) eat, eat, eat. That is, money is naturally given to them, and they go to dinner. Or have dinner. Or have breakfast. Or the first and second and third. It really depends on whether the daily allowance is issued by the authorities or "comic".
So, these per diem began to be orphaned by the orchestra. Like, part is now, and the rest is later. Well, tightened the belt orchestra. Then suddenly they began to feed “breakfast”, tomorrow we will give it back. But the people in the sun got angry, relaxed upstairs with a belly-and did not say a word, began to spend their hard-earned money, which is already there. Soon the concerts will begin, not by washing, so by skating we will earn for bread-salt-circuses and a bag. "Yashka" - so gently the orchestra "jaguar" is called, an energetic alcoholic drink. They don’t drink it already, but, like the funny mistakes of youth, as a joke, they remember.
But trouble, as you know, does not come, alone. It was canceled due to the fault (circumstances) of the Mirage group (what horror, right?) The first concert of the orchestra. Divided, panimayesh, one platform, one scene with a legend. The Mirage group needed to install the scenery (I understand, of course, the well-known circus troupe, the stars of the show business arena and Road Radio), and then some other orchestra with soundchecks pinned to their south, they fees to select and the public to dare.
Swallowed the pill, not the first time. The orchestra again bathes, sunbathes, makes boardwalks along the evening promenade in the direction of the Olympic scraps. Everything is gracefully-cultural, tomorrow, in the end, after all, certainly a concert to play. In the city of Sochi.
The second day is coming. After the morning exercises, the orchestra is going to go to Sochi to perform at the Green Theater (it is now fashionable to have one in every city). And they tell the orchestra an interesting news - there will be a concert, but the money will be for you, or rather - play at half price, or even a third. How so? So tickets are not for sale ... And where are we? And you are here, but forget - you’ve come to rest at all, which is why you are trying to bring the buzu up. Warm little bellies, drink a yashka, make boardwalks. They brought you free, entertained all the way, barbecue-moonshine-serpentines did to you. And the orchestra began to talk only, debate about it, bang, the bus stops - and this bus takes it (on the bus) - the bus owner, well, of course, the owner of this bus!
In combination, this orchestra is a producer.
In Russia, however, as a producer is the one who gives grandmas. A wild country ... All over the world, this is the person who is responsible for the product project, its chief director, super-head and the most-most responsible and most important. And here, upside down, the main thing was the main one, but responsibility is zero. Only show-offs. Well, the bus, of course. Robot-orchestra musicians so politely call him to talk and they ask him a question, how so? Why are you capturing us, father? But he is drunk in the insole, the bast does not knit. The second day he drinks, notes something. Russian man is a broad soul, there is always something to note. And here, having their own bus, it’s impossible to lay it as a collar, they will always take it — they will deliver it, and even with their retinue. With an orchestra, I mean.
And the conversation with his subordinates did not work out for the boss to be