rejoiced: where is a summer, and he’s still with long hair. A cheerful attitude helps to persist failures. Attempt after attempt, and finally, device have worked.
Zabey scatters metal lids around the exchanger feeder, attracting the attention of birds. Stomping on the table, magpies accidentally push the sparkles into the target and get food. But one day, the smartest of birds intentionally grabs the lid with her beak and puts it in a slit. Out of joy, Zabey falls from his chair to the floor and then does not get up on his feet for a long time, enjoying how his child suddenly got to his feet. Perhaps, it is the sweetest moment in the life of any father.
In just a couple of months, the magpies completely cleared the city of lids and did not stop there. Street vendors complain to each other about brazen birds beheading dummies of soft drinks. Zabey puts a bag of recycled materials on his shoulders and exchanges the metal for money. With the proceeds, he buys a slot for aluminum cans.
Information about work for homeless animals is quickly transmitted through its special zoo communication. Ever hungry street dogs are drawn to Zabey’s house. The needs of canine society must be met before their interest cools down. Zabey is building an exchanger for glass bottles at an accelerated pace. After a while, the production line is expanded by collecting plastic bottles.
Soon, the whole room is littered with former garbage. It’s time to draw up a business plan, hire assistants, draw up a legal entity and many, many other things… Again, numbers-money, money-numbers, and all this routine-discipline, nothing to do with getting pleasure. Throughout his life, Zabey has run away from evaluative thinking. First into alcohol, now into invention. Not to compare anything with others. To do things out of love, not statistics.
On the other hand: business, stocks, passive income. A private vanity factory. Cars, restaurants, women. Torture wrapped in a beautiful wrapper. And it seems to work out quite well, you just need to strain a little more to develop success. In an attempt to defeat the inner discomfort, Zabey decides that it will be fair if the final point at the crossroads is put by the one who brought him to this intersection. He calls a mentor.
– Be careful with the money,» the soft voice of the mentor whispered into the phone. – Money is someone’s energy. When you receive money, you get the energy of other people, and this is a great power. When power is not used, it turns into the dark energy of idleness, destroying you from within.
As usual, a philosophical speech sounds from the mouth of the mentor and it clarifies absolutely nothing.
– It is not mine, not mine! – Zabey shouts, tearing in half.
– I know what’s bothering you. It is rumored that no one likes the man who «changed shoes». But it’s pointless to be offended by both. Changing your beliefs is okay. After all, we are not offended by elementary particles that constantly change their state in time.
– Stop treating me! Do you want to break my head? – The answer boils by itself, and Zabey hangs up.
He leans back in his chair.
Fatigue envelops the cashmere cocoon, in which it is quiet and calm.
When he returns to the laptop, a random screensaver with the image of Everest glows on the screen. Zabey enters the password, logs in. The pop-up blocker doesn’t work, and an advertisement for last-minute tours to Tibet appears in the right corner.
«It’s a sign,» Zabey thinks. «Perhaps, mentor, you are definitely right here: you should not be offended by those who have changed their shoes.»
He sells the startup and buys a tour5.
Show-off
Line from the song: All your swagger blow out a blizzard.
For the time being, Gaur’s jocked body was a source of pride for him. He performs in bodybuilding competitions and does not miss the opportunity to play with the chest muscles in plain sight in any suitable situation. But one day, lubricating the biceps with oil, he gropes for a dense tubercle that protruded under the skin. After a month, wens come out on the chest, on the legs and even… on his face. Doctors helplessly throw up their hands. They say: «We remove them, but they appear again». And most importantly, the number and size of wens was constantly increasing. Gaur looked at himself in the mirror and saw a toad. He could no longer admire his body, much less show to people. His sports career was crossed out. Anger at the injustice of fate accumulates. Gaur gets a regular job for 12 hours 2/2. There are three outlets left in his life: boxing, music and video games. He needs to plug his devalued existence with something.
But today promises to be a delightful day. Gaur is on vacation. He had already gone to training in the morning, where he successfully put two blanches on his opponents, broke his lip and knocked out his shoulder. In the evening he will go to concert of the rapper, to whom he applauded and envied at the same time. To whom he gave all his likes. His songs were heard on the repeat, and some were stripped to the soul. In particular Gaur liked to knock on a gym’s pear under them, imagining how another smile was broken. Wanting to prolong the high mood, Gaur connects to the lobby «Supreme Commander», team online strategy game.
The game begins magically: allies quickly build the troops. They squeeze territory, making their way to the base to opponents. Appetite comes during the game. The invincible Gaur eats more and more enemy tanks. But suddenly there is a turning point. Gaur’s main army is lured into a trap and shot from all sides. Retreating, he did not control the commander, and he was killed. Finally, his team drains the game. Four hours of play is wasted. Losing is always hurtful, and losing so stupidly hurts doubly. But the most offensive thing is that the allies blame him alone for the defeat. All together in one voice, as they conspired. More than the rest, he is offended by the harsh insults of the player under the nickname NightKiller.
«Fakcin moron, fakcin bitch,» he bombs in an international chat. And at the end he adds: «I would break your skull!»
Gaur goes to the club on a rainy street, and these phrases do not let go and spin in his head. It seems that all rain of the world is pouring on this place. It seems that all clouds of the world have accumulated in this place – in its cloud depot. Gaur passes by the overgrown foundation of the planned building. Judging by the height of the trees that sprouted through the concrete slabs, the never-ending construction project dragged on for 10 years, no less. Gaur imagines some schoolboy in glasses behind a computer typing insults with his childish fingers, and thinks: «Who will you break what?! Look how the wind itself is blown away!»
Around the corner is a familiar dark gateway leading to the club. A BMW flies out of it with a bullet, almost knocking down Gaur. He just has time to jump to the side. When turning onto the main road, the car catches the bus with its bumper and brakes on a lamppost. A bull in a jacket jumps out of the BMW and yells at the bus driver:
– Do you know it’s worth 5 million?! Why don’t you give way?!
– And mine is 30 million, – the bus driver laughs in response, patting himself on the stomach.
«Instant karma,» Gaur thinks and disappears into the doorway.
The concert was in fire.
You’re so poor,
I’m so rich!
Spending money on the beach
Million-streamer in the Twitch
– voice of the star with the bass crashes down on the screeching crowd.
Gaur meets an old gym buddy on the dance floor. He used to work as a bouncer, then has risen to the administrator of the club. They chatted after the concert, drinking at the bar. A friend suddenly dropped: «Do you want to take you to the dressing room?» The question is rhetorical.
They lick a few turns in the narrow