when the cyborg already supplied with necessary information is born. Without confusion in their, albeit artificial brains, can not do. But believe me - the case of several cases and our Masha will behave quite normally, and will not be different from people. You will see for yourself when the time comes to take her to the official office of Beauty.

- What will be her legend?

- Then you will learn everything - the doctor unexpectedly waved away, - do not be offended, but to be honest - I got a bit tired. The years are not the same, I, too, should rest - he smiled - By the way, will you stay here today or will you be sent to the city?

“Probably in the city,” for some reason, Alex decided that.

- What is your will, you will be taken. And tomorrow I will contact you.

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Where to go? Whether home, or somewhere else. Suddenly, Alex felt that he was very lonely. Maybe it sounds funny in a huge metropolis. But, indeed, he didn’t have any friends or girlfriend. Only the wizard Dr. Shevchenko and his most amazing gift. In the fantastic capabilities of his older friend, Alex had no doubt at all. He realized that Shevchenko really created something that is worthy of three Nobel prizes. However, what can I say. A mentor invented what the science fiction writer embodied into reality the wildest dreams. The girl was already in a concert golden dress, tightly fitting her immaculate figure. She is really beautiful. Very beautiful. Supermodel! Barbie life size doll! From delight, Alex for a second was speechless. But he quickly got ready and immediately tried to instill Sophie into submission ... - Why does o / p just stand ... Is she, still alive? ov

And he, Alexander Telegin, a simple guy from the province, was not only a witness to that, but also a direct participant. I wanted to tell someone about this, to shout to the whole world. But to do it, of course, was not worth it in any way, and to no one. And there is no need. No wonder the doctor created the corporation in such a way that even with its almost legal activities, a very small circle of proxies was aware of the real meaning of “Beauty”.

- Where to go? - after a long pause the patient silent driver asked.

- Club “Zond” - Alex remembered the name of this elite Moscow institution, also because the well-known Alina Zatsepina loved to hang out here. Yes, that same actress doll for which Telegin has even already written an article. The probability that it will be there, and it was at this time, of course, was not very big. But on the other hand, even in case of its absence, it was worth visiting one of the most glamorous and well-known clubs in the capital.

Telegin was still at home reading a lot about Zonde, where Moscow’s beau-monde was going to meet almost every night and where the famous Gosha - the “face-rolls” worked, which became almost a legend due to the fact that he allowed only very rich and famous people to the club. To get there just like that, from the street it was almost unreal. But not for him, for Alex Telegin. He put little on his “vip” certificate, because he had heard that Gosh didn’t take journalists on his nose. It only remained to rely on the power of his gift.

Zond was located in one of the districts of old Moscow.Alex realized this when the bespectacled Mercedes slipped past Red Square and turned toward low-rise buildings. The driver apparently knew the capital thoroughly, because he didn’t even ask what side this club was located.

And here was the crowd. A seemingly unsightly building had a huge queue of disparate young and not very people. Their aspirations to get inside were reduced to almost zero.

Telegin, freeing the cozy cabin of the car, almost jumped out into the mass of party-goers who were waiting for imaginary luck. Alex guessed that in Moscow there were a lot of clubs like “Zond”, and maybe better. But the people of the night pulled it here. What a legendary place and nothing can be done about it.

Ignoring the disgruntled grumble, and passing directly to the entrance, Alex at the glass doors saw a couple of strong peasants in club jackets and a thin, one might say, lanky little boy of twenty-five, either gilded or maybe gold. do not make out) glasses. At first glance, it could have been taken just for the manager of the establishment, but in fact it was the noble Gosh “faceball”, who in the daytime comprehends science in the residency of a medical university with a degree in dentistry. Telegin knew about this from various mass media, which, in fact, made George the very same legendary person. About him, even the song is a popular pop team composed. And now Alex was standing in front of the eminent employee of the club business, who even with some playful interest looked at the unceremonious young man who confidently overcame the crowd barrier and seemed eager to go directly to the club premises.

And since the guy was not serious about himself and could hardly have passed even a simple face control, Gosh was already going to give a signal to his heavyweight assistants to send the insolent far away, when suddenly an unknown force in his mind ordered him to enter completely the opposite way. Gosh affably nodded to Telegin, and he, under surprised eyes, both of the guards and the people around him, calmly went inside.

- Who is that? - One of the heavyweights asked a “faceball” player.

“I don’t know,” Gosh shrugged, “but he had to be missed,” he added confidently.

In the bunk room it was dark and crowded. In the middle, as usual in nightclubs, there was a huge dance floor, where young bodies twisted under various lights and under the chopping music. Mostly female. The male half of the inhabitants of the “Zond” preferred to sit at the tables and watch the girls idly. They say that the last, crying a lot of money for a glamorous look, in order to pass face control to a glorified club, they only cherished the hope of fleeing to some oligarch or other rich individual, even if he was engaged in creative work, which, judging by the reviews, stayed a lot. And there you see, maybe long-term relationships will go. In general, the girl could be removed here any. There would be only money and fame. And everything else, as they say, is just the price of the issue.

Although perhaps there were exceptions. For example, having famous and popular girly girls, actresses and models who have already tasted fame, who came here just to hang out under the watchful eyes of their fathers and in rare cases of legitimate husbands ... For without them they would hardly have become what they are now.

Alex habitually went to the luxurious bar. Along the way, he looked around curiously, trying to see the glorified faces. He had to strain himself. Familiar on TV and glossy magazines physiognomy every now and then came across to eyes. Most of the famous people were either pretty drunk, or else under a different high. Moscow night was in full swing. Coming to an empty seat, Telegin found himself in the neighborhood with a pretty tall platinum blonde of the so-called model appearance, who was slowly sipping some kind of light green cocktail.

He smiled at the girl, she slipped an indifferent glance over him and left the guy's affection without reaction. Of course, Alex now had decent money with him, and his gift had not gone away. So if he wanted, this supposedly inaccessible beauty in a minute was in his power. But so far there was no such desire. At the moment he just wanted a drink.

“Beer, please,” he asked the bartender. Having found the desired glass at the price of half the average Russian salary, he also received a somewhat squeamish view of her neighbor. Looks like beer is not honored.

- My name is Alexander, - smiling once more, Telegin introduced himself.

- How did you get here, kid? - deigned to cast a voice ... Read more →