Working day
or
As a musician understands
hard life of a producer
in understanding the latter.
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It was a whole bunch of lamers that carried
camping as a pack of wolves ... I looked at the display
his machine - 10 rounds ... End ...
But I will die with dignity! And immediately after this
thoughts, my machine zachavkal, spraying
his deadly charge - cartridges jam and cream - not your toy ...
8 ... 7 ... 6 ... 5 ... The pointer is rapidly approaching
zero. 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... A-A-A 1 .. 0! Everything! The latter
charge has disappeared in the mouth kakogoto lamer ... And at
that moment I realized the whole the horror of their situation
... Lamer doper, I have more charges
No, he had somehow either with a prayer, or with
sadly looked at me and softly called:
- Vladimir ...
Madhouse! This crazy somewhere knows my name.
- Vova, wake up ...
And with these words he gave me another and shake
started! Well ... Wait a minute ... I carefully took aim and
stepped on his foot ... This was followed by a roar, and the
sound of beating utensils. Opening his eyes, I was horrified to
find that I'm in my bed; close my mom was at a loss ...
She inspected the fact that until quite recently
was (apparently) as my breakfast, it
view moved to diffuse across the
floor of dishes for me.
- You that, gunmen revised? - Nothing good is the entry did not
promise. - Well, alive, to collect all the dishes and ran to
the kitchen for breakfast! With these words, my mother turned
around and went a decisive step into the kitchen. Without
thinking, I got up and went to the bathroom, there is included
shower and began to bask under his warm stream. But it could
with difficulty because from the kitchen to my ears constantly
shot through: "... Survived ..."," ... it is good that in the
tray, and if in the nose, or something worse in Eye ...", "...
ever look at the night and all sorts of ninja-pereninzi ..."
When I got out of the bath, my mother was already in a good
mood that I was much cheered ... Sev breakfast and warning that
come back soon, I immediately ran from the flat in the
direction of our corporation. I was lucky - once flew 52
akvaflaer and I, it is convenient to place (and checking
corner of my eye the presence of monitors in the cabin)
prepared for a half-hour (or thereabouts (it should ever have
to pinpoint exactly)) flight.
Time elapsed imperceptibly, and I am already passed by the
familiar houses, which is located between the stop and the
corporation. And from the corner looked at first a bit, then
more and more, our Corporation "Crystal Dream". In the large
windows reflected part of the street, and create impression
that the street goes into the distance and up.
Near the door I saw the new corporation
duty, as All these attempts were doomed to enter a complete
failure. - I, the chief musician tutashny! - I argued.
- A pass?
- D-Dr House ... forgot.
- Well. forward - back home!
- But a meeting in 18 minutes (as I recall, two months longer
hold), this phrase had this thoughtful chump.
- Okay ... Sing the melody from "Smagli 2.
I sang.
- And from the "Collaps 1"?
I sang.
- And from the new album "Sepultura" .- strictly
he demanded.
Someone reminded me that a boxer ...
- Be aware - I was strictly warned late .- -
I will say that at the entrance was kept
and not allowed to enter!
After these words, and 3 minutes of deliberation, he pulled
out of his sleeve like a magician, a telephone (W. .. Satan!),
Rang somewhere, and after 3 minutes I raced down the hallway
toward the elevator. Going into it, I thought about that is,
first go to him, or directly to the president ...
And in vain for a long time thinking, because the next moment
as a trained magician, in the opening elevator doors, forced
sparkling instrumentation, so that it can not see the person
appeared Show Master. - At 3, if we do not mind, - was due to
box, resembling kartonovuyu for which fairly drove by numerous
representatives of ground transportation. I immediately
reached out and touched key with the number "3". But, pulling
his hand to himself, accidentally touched one of the
multiple wires. There was a cotton and
sparks flew. Recoiling in horror at the very
far end of the elevator, I looked at the injury site.
Like nothing happened. But, as a preventive, I still pressed
his hand to grudi.Posle a short pause, already because of a
tangle of wires could be heard: - Be careful.
- Y-y-y-r-r-r-y-y-y, - I answered, as
currently using my captured by a spasm, speech apparatus and
teeth, danced tap, that and look nars bitten tongue, nothing
could be more articulate. And finally the door opened, and the
mountain metal about Atlas - Show Master'om, which is located
somewhere inside the spark and the rumbling selected on the
elevator platform. Whether in zadumchivaosti, or even in
kakomto insane I also got out, but as soon as the elevator door
shut, came in itself. Thinking and prikinuv - how much to
will wait for the elevator, I decided to follow
"Heap".
And she, in turn, have stumbled and
crashing into everything, how it was possible to reach, moved
toward the door producer. I was attached to the end of this
column and we made his way to the door ...
Once the door was open, our
gaze has opened an amusing picture: SOI has
two seconds looking at us, and then became
frantically shoving a book by Ivan Marx
Someone Tom SOI'r "in his desk.
And after four or five seconds of rummaging
in paper, creating a business environment and
while showing the difficulty and importance of his position.
Show Master busily tried to lean on
on the table, but, leaning forward, confused
in the telephone wire and fell with a crash on the SOI.
- Izzvini. - "He muttered, releasing
of the open arms producer. At the same time, he managed to burn
a book a soldering iron, prudently stuffed in his pocket. -
Give me a soldering iron! I will defend myself! desperately
waving the book, cried the producer. - Izzvinyayus - said Show
Master, at the same time trying to focus not catch fire. -
Pszczel out! - Stas yelled, aware that Five minutes later he
will regret this. - Izzvini. - The last time said Show
Master, hiding behind the door.
There was a terrible roar.
- Izzvinite. - Heard from there.
- You what? - Irritated said Stas
trying to put on my suit and ottlakivaya
foot piece of the drive, forgotten Show Master'om.
- Yes I am .. here ... - I squeezed out of myself.
- BR I, .. ugh! .. What do you mumble, speak
really! - Stas said, I regret looking at 56 pages of the book
that became the cover. - ... music has brought ...
- Music! - Immediately perked up Stas. - This
I ... In the general, go here.
I handed him a disk with suspicion by inspecting a pile of
disk drives, by which the heap wires hidden fees "Pentagon."
Stas at this time, holding in his mouth two wires, shoving the
disc into a disposal. - What are you? - I yelled.
- All SOI'dolno, this new drive, it
Show Master of the toaster remade.
Zaurchal drive, belched a few times, and soon the speakers
poured my music. When she reached the climax came a thunderous
voice of the president. I anxiously looked around. -
Plagiarism! Do not allow it! -Meanwhile, yelling voice - will
not leave alive! We as a team, began studying the area in
search of the source. Stas oriented himself and quickly pulled
the wires from the intercom. - Both to me! - Has shouted from
the corridor president.
- Quickly to the fire escape! - Blurted
Stas, opening a window.
Iron hand grabbed him by the throat.
- Escape want? - Grinned Shep.
TO BE CONTINUED ...
SHOULD ...
We should also append.
(C) 1996 SOI
