THE OUTLAND

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There is one promise that every person inevitably makes to himself at least once in his life.

"I'll never drink that much again." My dry throat rasped, and I pushed myself off the sagging couch onto the floor.

It's a mentality and a planid. When by ten o'clock the fuel began to run out, and it became more than obvious to both of us that this would not be enough, I packed up and reached the point selling underrun medicine. The new portion of the intoxicating was wonderfully laid on the old yeast, and considering that Edik offered only a standard diet without dyes and flavors from the snacks on the table....

— Oh, my head!

- Resurrected? My ex-boss beamed with health and smiled disgustingly cheerfully. How are you, soldier?

- "Yesterday I got drunk with the Russians. It would be better if I died the day before yesterday."

— Are you kidding? This is good. Hold on. - Edik removed the centrifuge from the glass of the shaker, poured the foaming white-green contents into the glass and hande