The congress to the ring stood dead, you can’t disperse it with any cracker, one headache and reciprocal swearing, breaking through bulletproof glass. And most importantly, why the hell did he drag himself here, to lock himself in the coolness and quiet of the office now, to resolve issues. By phone, fuck you, and then drop everything and drag yourself to God knows where in the official Gelendvagen, waste your time. And his time is precious!- Marat Zinyurovich, so maybe turn around through the region?Grimacing, Marat silently waved to the driver, do as you like.And most importantly, as much as I can remind you, he could not stand his patronymic. Dad was from the Soviet nomenklatura, the Union Deputy Minister, no bullshit. Everyone in the family hated him. For bitter alcoholism, for constant beatings. It was drunk that he got good, while on a sober bench he spoke with his mother and with his three brothers equally harshly, through his teeth. In the teeth, if it was impatient, he str

From the outside, the city looked like a living being, a collective mind of tens of millions of minds merged into one common goal - to live, multiply, gather a supply of resources around itself, which later, or maybe here and now, can be spent on improving conditions for life, reproduction and further concentration resources. It is easy to guess that it was all just an illusion. There was no collective mind, most of the desires and needs of even a single individual in this city contradicted each other. Children interfered with a career, a career interfered with personal life, one cannot save and spend at the same time, and no expenses for an empty and formal in their temporality and chimera improvement of one's own life have ever paid off.People liked to mindlessly accumulate and spend money on nonsense. They could not even decide on who or what could make their life even a little happier. But the pleasure centers in their brains worked regardless of the wishes of the owner. Get drun

Slowly, unhurriedly, imposingly, as in a rapid speed train, a flaming tire swept past him on a deserted pavement. The black soot rose behind her in a dense, suffocating wave, so that Gilbert automatically reached into his pocket for a life-saving handkerchief. A sweaty rag is not exactly a salvation from subsequent asthma attacks, but it's better than nothing.The first thought - to quickly return to the sterile recirculating atmosphere of the lab - was immediately discarded. The black failure of the silhouette is just waiting in the wings to return and swallow it headlong.What jokes, at such a pace he will not work - he will lose his last brains.The crowd, meanwhile, surrounded Gilbert on all sides.Motley groups in acid-colored driver's vests over civilian ones ran at him from clouds of smoke lined obliquely by the rays of the sun, ran up, shouting something about fair prices, and immediately rushed away, not paying any attention to the lost Gilbert.Their sonorous voices, to the

The blades of the aforementioned helicopters flashed overhead a couple of times, not at night, but the needles of the crowns and the glow of dawn on the scoreboard covered me reliably, and the helicopters were clearly not interested in me, but in the doppelganger, which was now taking them away from me further south, into the valley.Lord, where is the end of all this. My throat was gurgling, my ears were ringing, before my eyes again blackness, and my legs go forward only when supported by a vertically placed board, which successfully replaced my crutches.As a result, the house was drawn right in front of my nose. Dense, structured darkness in the very center of the field of view."Choose any entrance." It just now dawned on me.Two wooden steps rested against a symmetrical door - to the right and to the left. So you have no idea where I am now. Thanks for the tip.Opening the right door, I stumbled inside like a sack, rattling my mask against the floorboards and scattering clods of

The interlocutor puffed hard, trying to take a sip of beer through the valve. You fool, land, you should have taken cider, with the moon gravitation with beer one hassle, and it's rubbish here, like everything local. However, the cider was also terrible. Novak took another small sip - the single malt was running out, we should have done more, waved the bartender to repeat, we live together - and then a familiar thought: on Matushka they understand food and drinks better than we do, that's something, but you can't take that away from them.“It’s easy for you up here to talk. The majority cannot get away from Mother anywhere. Lives as it happened, work where they give. And if they give- What, and imputed income does not help?- You're weird. What will it help, you have no right not to spend it, the rest burns out every two weeks, but what will you spend it on? For the same food, clothes, and that's all.- Not enough for you? For a sip of single malt - and thanks to the bartender for ge