- From the very bottom ... Pilot version
- From the very bottom ... Part 1
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before work and barely slipped past Diman.
- Hey, old man! Did you drink chtol yesterday? You don't notice yours?
- Sorry, Dim ... Thought something ... How is it?
- Yes, everything is fine like. Well, are we jerking today a little dark “Bohemian” for a couple of liters and skipping girls?
- I can not promise, Dim. I am broke now ... And the salary that we get today is that almost all of it will go into debt ...
- Yes, you hesitated, python! Do not worry! I am serving - yesterday I managed to get a good artifact in the online game I play, in a hard raid - to hell with me, but I flew off the market - I cut almost 200 bucks - I think that we have done an extra month.
- I can not Dimon so ... It’s not like a human being ... And I don’t like to be someone ... Although it’s been a long time ...
- So! You are this - give your “positive” attitude shove yourself to a much deeper - today, after work, I am waiting for you in “Flying” - puffing, singing, girl rolls - love anything but break off! As for the money - do not worry! For everything - patched!
- OK I will try...
- No, I will try! I don’t hope so today - I’ll stop greeting you, clear !?
- Fuck with you! Let's get drunk Let's go already ...
Diman and I walked into the porch and walked up to the 4th floor - to our beautiful office. Natasha was already in place, but she looked a bit strange: a little more than usual, an unbuttoned blouse on her chest, a bit of greased lipstick and eyes, sort of like, in a wet place.
- Natusik, how are you? All a bunch!?: Asked Dima.
- Yes ... everything is fine ... I didn’t just sleep ...
- Oh, well, ok! What do we have today?
- A bunch of flyers advertising a new pizzeria ...
I took one of the flyers and read the corporate slogan: “Buy 2 pizzas - for the price of three - you will receive the THIRD as a gift !!!” - all as usual, standard advertising.
While Dima was filling out documents and magazines for the receipt of working material - I looked at Natasha more closely. She, although she behaved, sort of, as usual, but something was wrong. Occasionally, she sniffed and breathed noisily, and when she noticed our glances thrown at her, she took out her makeup bag, looked at her and, seeing herself in her reflection, went back to the window with lightning speed and began quickly correcting makeup.
I, taking my will into a fist, nevertheless went up to Natasha's desk, where Diman was busy filling out forms and asked:
- Natalia - something happened?
In response, I received only dry: - Not your business ...
Mlyat! What is wrong with me? I am with you with all my soul and compassion - you never know what happened, but you are so dry me, can you say ignore? - flashed through my head, but out loud I did not say a word, just took a pen and began to fill out the documents that I needed to fill out. After finishing all the work, Dimka and I took our luggage and went outside.
- It seems to me that something is wrong with her, Dim ...
“Listen, friend is not our business.” This bird - not our flight - she will understand what and how.
- Your lips would be ...
- So what? Is the evening valid? I'm counting on you?
- Time will tell, Dim ...
- Let's not load me here - I hope for you! No excuses - take a walk like a human! Come the evening! Call me - I'm always in touch.
As always, we parted ways with Dima on opposite sides of the street and went in our direction. Upon arrival, I, like a zombie, did my job with firmness and, to the best of my abilities, with high quality, shouting all sorts of enticing slogans and shoving to random passers-by passing leaflets past me. And in my head all this time a lot of thoughts were swarming: about morning dreams, about my life in general, about Diman, who is waiting for me at the bar today, to prank and ring up girls ... And about Natasha ... What is she happened?
The working day, oddly enough, flew by quite quickly: maybe the weather was all about the wine - there was almost no wind and I was quite comfortable with my duties, or my thoughts gave such a chance that time did not come to my mind.
Going from the bus stop to the office, I was still absorbed in my thoughts - I automatically entered the building, went up to the 4th floor and entered the office. Natasha was sitting in her place, having buried herself in a monitor and smiled — apparently in Odnoklassniki, she corresponded — well, what else to do at the end of the working day?
I filled out all the necessary forms and, having received a salary form from Natasha, I went to the next room - to the accounting department. To be honest - I didn’t really like this office and always entered there with caution - I was always a little scared by older women, who literally DECIDE my financial fate a month in advance. Gently knocking on the door I entered the office.
- Good evening! I - for the salary.
Irina Valerievna, our senior accountant, raised her head, leaving her contemplation of the Krestyanka magazine alone, and stared at me for a couple of seconds with her heavy look, which immediately sank back onto the magazine and slowly said:
- Ashot Vaganezovich has been on vacation since yesterday. Salary issues - Armen Ashotovich. Go to his office. Salary statements are already there.
And completely ignoring me as a person — as if I hadn’t entered the office a few seconds ago. I incoherently mumbled "thank you" and left.
- Fuck ... Well, what the fuck's salary is given by this self-assured asshole and major, who simply bathes in his daddy's money ...: I thought and knocked on the director's office.
- Vaidite!
- Good evening, Armen Ashotovich! I ... for a salary ... "... personnel number 666"
- And ... yes - you have remained the past! Here - get - sign it - 5600!
- I mean, 5600? I worked all month ... Even overtime plus part-time work ... I must have at least 13 thousand ... Even a little more ...: I babbled.
- Hey, you, Vasya! What, you think I do not know anything!? Yes, you did not work anything! Skipped! Our leaflets, newspapers threw in the trash! Did not do anything at all! My brothers saw everything!
- Armen Ashotovich, this is some kind of misunderstanding ... I ... I ... I worked properly, even beyond measure and quality ... There is something wrong here ...
- You're stupid, right? Take a piece of paper, put a signature and go for a walk, Vasya! Or you don't need money, right?
I was confused. I did not understand what was going on. I held my pay sheet in my hands and could not believe its amount - it was negligible. How so? Why? From what?
- Hey, you! You take, no?
- Yes ... I take ...
- Write here! Everything is free !: He threw an envelope with money in my face and with a careless gesture he showed the door.
I left the office with an envelope in my hands, in which the bills could barely be felt - my colossal salary. My state at that time was just not to convey. I, as if having received a bag of dust on the head, slowly went down the steps to the very bottom and left the building. My head hardly worked, my hands trembled, and I myself was in some kind of prostration ...
And only one thought was in my head: I need to go back and figure it all out OR SAME, call Dima and go to thump with grief ...
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To drink is a simple matter, so it is better to go and at least try to get the rest of the amount.
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Return and figure it out.
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More, more comments! Thanks for reading me! Very nice to know your opinion.
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Something rating this part saddens ... Apparently, the topic of fucking is not disclosed or disclosed, but not completely))) It's a pity ... It seems that while I was writing and re-reading - the excitement was decent ... I just don't want to express frank trash and so enough of him)))
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The author is a burglar. He cut the stage at the most interesting place. Hence the rating.
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Sovez - and where am I? This is all an alarm clock on your phone! eight):
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keep the author all very well.
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The story seems to be interesting, but the idea with dreams is not pleasant, especially since this generally takes half of the published text. I want the development of the plot in real life, which, well, is developing very slowly.
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Vovik - thanks! We will sculpt further)))
A friend - everything will be - I wrote that in the beginning it will be a bit tense and not very interesting. And the development of the plot in real life - will not worry. And dreams - this is not casual, oh, how it is not casual)))
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In general - until part 3 has not even started yet - an aspen cartoon was brought to parents - 15 cubes - now there is material for SPOONS))) (Yes - yes - I also know how to make wooden spoons - now I will start almost every day until late dense work - I can earn even a pretty penny).
Life is getting better. With the work so far, still - deaf ... Either the position is already occupied, or I don’t come up, or we will see and call you back and silence ...))) Well, yes, the dog is with them)
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Hello author. As the plot develops, either the main character will hit the well or will go into the parallel world or fall into some kind of RPG), of course, as an option, he has the roof blown away from the hopelessness)))) but I don't think that this option will be interesting. In general, waiting for the prod.
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Vovik - wait. While there is no time to write at all - a lot of things have come down ... In the week I will start - I, in principle, need only 4-5 hours for a chapter ... For I already know what to write, but there is no time to sit down and write ...
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