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In the tube, ahead of seconds, long beeps ran, each of which heaped an increasingly heavy burden on my shoulders.

— Hello? - They yawned into the phone. — Frames listen.

- Hello. This is Mashko's deputy, Rob. Can you tell me the home address of Eduard Semyonovich?

“Actually, this is classified information. Anything else?

What does "closed" mean? Damn it, he didn't just show up for work!

- Listen, young man, leave a request ...

- No, you listen! I yelled with an anger that surprised me. - Your Mashko, perhaps, is now lying at home with well-baked brains, while you are breeding bureaucracy here!

— Yes, sorry. I will transfer you to my direct supervisor.

If he can help me.

— Bauer. - A well-placed male voice answered in the receiver. - We do not provide information about the place of residence of employees, this is illegal.

- Do you know why Mashko went on sick leave?

- Not. But we are not interested in this. And generally speaking…

- Mashko went on sick leave to go for the implantation
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