“These are not gangsters, Lily,” said Zotov. - I don't know yet. Very strange things are happening, Lily. I do not understand ... but I understand. I have a key. I became a great scientist, Lily. And that's all to find you ...

- And I all this time ... Well, you understand what I did. I have no passport, no rights ... I am like a slave. I just saved money, a lot of money. Well, not much at all, but for me ... Eighteen thousand. This is for old age. I already have few clients, Kostya. I'm cheap. Many young, beautiful girls ...

She fell silent. Kostya was also silent, huddled in an awkward lump.

“Lil,” he finally said. - Let's go to. Come with me ...

- I will not be released from the country, Kostya. And ... Why do I need you? Such

- Let's go, lil. Let's go to. Take your money and not more ...

Lily screamed, looking over Zotov.

He turned around.

—... Olya! I see a historic meeting took place! Said the stranger, who stood in the doorway. He spoke in the purest Russian. - He and She found each other! ..

His voice seemed subtly familiar, although Zotov was ready to swear that he had never seen this type. His face was neither beautiful nor repulsive, but somehow average, like photo-robots in the police.

Lily looked into the eyes Zotov, and he became cold.

“... True, She managed to grow old,” continued the stranger. - And he, judging by everything, does not have a special predilection for second-hand priestesses of love ...

- Who you are? - asked Zotov.

- You know who I am. You guess.

“I know that you are my enemy, but I do not know who you are,” said Zotov. He was waiting for this moment, and now he was surprised that he was not afraid at all. - Introduce yourself!

- What for? Where it is more interesting to be an Unknown Mighty Enemy. After all, you are pouring into me, Zotov, ”he said, entering the room. - Merge on all fronts. And now merge again. Hey! Ebi here! - he ordered Leela.

Zotov stepped forward to meet him, but Lily shouted to him:

- Not! Do not move! Got to do as he says. You are welcome!..

- Yeah! The whore remembers how it was when she was not yet a whore ... I gave you delicious treat in Latin, did you, Zotov? How so: for fifteen years he waited for his Lily, and then he went and climbed on the first comer. And? ... Look, Zotov, and understand. Now there will be apocalyptic porn. So be it, I will not take money from you. You're a beggar ...

There was something subtly strange about the stranger, although Zotov could not understand what. Holding back as best he could, he stood and watched him tearing rags off Lily and fucking her, naked, with dangling breasts. The reflection from the window gleamed on his milky ass.

Lily initially meekly stood cancer, but very soon she began to arch and bite her lips. Zotov flew moans and imploring looks - "I can not do anything with myself!" - And he gnashed his teeth, looking as his aged beloved writhes with lust.

- Oh, I started singing! - the stranger slapped Lily on the thigh. - Look look! He shouted to Zotov. “She didn't sing like that under you!” And do not sing!

Zotov darkened his eyes, and he took a deep breath to stand on his feet. Lily howled bitterly, butting her lover's hips. A groan seemed to close her throat and flew out of it in lumps of boiling pain. She ends up hopelessly long ago, Zotov suddenly realized ...

- Under you, too, so descended, eh? - screamed ass through Lilin howl. - Impossible to tear off, huh? You can't even turn away, Zotov. Can not!..

For a moment, with horror, he felt that he really could not turn away.

Then he overpowered himself, rushed to the window and opened it. A street din flew into the room, drowning Lilina's screams.

Zotov leaned out of the window and for some time hung over the pavement, risking a fall. Then he straightened up, turned around ...

There was no stranger or Lily.

In bed sat half-dressed Latina. Another, older. Beautiful too.

“Hey,” she told him. - Kvadromadregulemossoledoledad! ..

She spoke, and Zotov was staring at her like an empty space.

Then he suddenly burst out laughing.

- Hey! - offended Latina.

Ignoring her, Zotov headed for the exit. After him, insulted screams echoed.

***

The enemy took everything from him.

He again robbed him of Lily, miraculously found and lost by a miracle.

Moreover, the enemy took his life from him.

Zotov had no doubt about this and, as soon as he returned to the city center, he specifically went online and tried himself on Google.

Nowhere is there a single mention of Professor Zotov, the rising star of world science, about bioprogramming, algorithms of the subconscious and other things launched by Zotov into the noosphere.

Going to his hotel, he asked if Professor Zotov stopped here, and received a negative answer.

As if it did not exist. No cogito * changed this fact. True, Zotov had a wallet, and in it was money and, more importantly, a gray pill. Passport has disappeared.

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*WITHogito ergo sum (lat.) - “I think, therefore I exist” - aphorism of the French philosopher Rene Descartes. - Approx. auth.

“Yes, without a passport no cogito will help ... Oh, you vrazhina! The pill should have been stolen from me, not a passport, ”thought Zotov, trying not to think too loudly.

Despite the complete fiasco, he did not feel like a loser. There, on Via Alegria, he understood something.

“Vrazhina started playing and gave himself away a little. Could not stand the soul of the poet! Now let's see who wins ... ”

He was not everything, he did not understand everything, but the main thing was suddenly outlined in him by a trembling conjecture, and Zotov did not let her in consciousness, so as not to frighten her off. Such thoughts need to think TAM. In the world of gray pills.

True, now Zotov did not have a bed with sensors, nor a laboratory, nor a reliable Kolya. Nothing: the game was worth the candle. For such a jackpot worth the risk.

From the third time, he found a taxi driver who understood English and asked to take him to a hotel where they would not ask for a passport.

Rising into the room, stinking of a fungus, he sat down on the couch and again ran everything in my head.

There was nowhere to retreat.

Zotov put a pill in his mouth and washed it down with water. Then he lay down on the couch, surprised again by the fact that he was hardly afraid, and closed his eyes.

— 3 —

- Well, chepy again pinned something? - unpleasantly asked Natal Semenna.

“Why, the hag is old, you have come to look at your Zenk’s shameful look,” Zotov answered her tone, getting cold.

- Yes, you fucked, eh? SchA push you into the outskirts - and you will hammer on Kanatchikova ...

- Your nose is very ugly. A bit short, - Zotov thoughtfully said, as if not listening to her. - Pull to.

(... Damn it, no doubt. No. No! ...)

He presented himself for a moment to Neo, stopping the bullets. Natal Semenna was obscene, but Zotov podnaprygsya - and she suddenly turned off. Lilac make-up lips moved silently, like a flounder.

Stretching out his hand, Zotov picked up the tip of her nose with his fingernail and pulled him to himself. Nose stretched for a finger, like a thread of snot.

Natal Semenny's face has changed. Zotov raised his other hand, waved to her as if he had wiped the air with a rag - and it was smeared into a brown mess.

Flames danced around, but late: Zotov wiped them with an invisible rag, and they disappeared without a trace, and with them - a checkpoint with furniture, walls and a ceiling. Behind them shimmering chaos appeared - either Nothing, or Something.

Zotov worked until an invisible rag wiped off the last remnant of the parquet. Then he straightened, not letting the treacherous chill in his heart, and looked around.

He stood on the abyss. It was impossible to think about how this goes - he knew it and did not think about it.

Nothing-Something flickered around, not catching the eye: as soon as he tried to focus on something, it immediately slipped away to the periphery of his vision.

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