A light and fast glider sped along the wide Neositi streets without touching the ground. Despite the late hour, the street was brightly lit. In addition to street lamps, the street was lit by many advertising screens. Advertising was everywhere, from bright neon signs, to television screens of several floors. Sometimes flickering figures several meters high appeared on the roofs of buildings. These were three de projections, which also advertised anything, starting from tourist tours to other planets and new gliders, ending with a new flavor of instant noodles. Behind the dashboard of the glider sat a tall, slender guy with long blond hair, a long pointed nose and a tenacious gaze.

In the light of outdoor advertising and instrument lighting, his face took on the appearance of a bird of prey. The guy, despite the fact that he was sitting at the helm of the glider, sat leaning back in his seat. Classic light music played in the cabin and Mark fully entrusted his life to the hands of the glider autopilot. The autopilot kept all the rules, kept the distance and therefore flew slowly. Mark is not in a hurry, at least for now. Suddenly, the music stopped, the trill of the call rang out and the icon of the archaic handset appeared on the on-board computer screen. Mark clicked on him and a sweet face appeared on the monitor. A childish, rounded face with short, brightly red hair, with slightly swollen lips looked at Mark from the monitor. In front of the attendant were video-photos, which ran through the lines of information.

- Plaza center, object two, third level -
Clearly, as if in a lesson or exam, a girl answered. She was from new, and still not often caught on the air
- The dispatcher understood you ... Marie -
Mark had an excellent memory for the names and he remembered the name of the girl, although he only saw her a couple of times.
- I wish you a good evening and ... -
Mark began to speak, but the monitor went out
"And a girl with a temper, looks like an unmarked filly"

Mark thought to himself, grinning a little. A wry grin made his appearance look even more predatory. Mark switched from autopilot to manual mode and pulled the steering wheel towards himself and made a sharp turn a couple meters from a heavy truck. There was the roar of a truck siren, like a wounded dinosaur’s cry and a truck driver, leaning out of the cab, waved menacingly at his fist and shouted something, but Mark didn’t pay attention to it.
Soon Mark Glider approached the nod of the Plaza Center, the largest mall in Neositi. One of its walls was a monitor for advertising goods that were sold in the Plaza. Many lights made him look like an alien ship. In spite of the late time, many gliders, like a bee near the hive, curled around the Plaza, flying in and out of the huge garage door. Mark saw a flying truck bearing the Plaza emblem head off to the other side of the garage. Mark followed the truck and did not lose, the truck flew into the gates of the cargo service garage. The autoscanner counted the barcode of his car and gave her permission and Mark flew in behind the truck.

It seems that the cargo garage was designed for a significant number of trucks, there was plenty of space. Trade in the Plaza was around the clock, Mark parked his glider. He got out of the car, in his hands he had a long tube with a screw cap. The tube had a strap, which Mark slung over his shoulder and threw it behind his back, like a gun. Mark rode in a wide high-speed elevator, where light music was playing. The elevator was a mirror one and, according to this, Mark, in reflection, was a tall, thin guy about 27 years old with long, shoulder-length blond hair. He was dressed in a strict business suit, nothing more than a tube behind him did not betray him as an employee of a special department. Finally, the word “EXIT” caught fire on the elevator monitor and Mark came out on the floor he needed. On this floor they sold clothes.Many boutiques with different outfits and styles, different prices. There was everything from shoes to hats, from swimsuits to fur coats. Mark went down a long corridor, there was a robotic dummy near almost every boutique.

The cheapest, simplest models without their own electronic brains. These mannequins performed simple actions and reproduced the text recorded in them. Here a mannequin in the form of a young taut guy in a tracksuit invited everyone to see a new collection, while a mannequin in the image of a young girl involuntarily caught the eye with his forms. When Mark entered the boutique he needed, he had a body at his feet, which moved weakly. It was a robotic dummy, fallen and as if wounded a soldier fighting in convulsions. Around scattered things scattered on the floor, near the glass window huddled a couple of young pretty saleswomen. The boutique manager, not a tall, bald man, was a real lightning rod for a thunderstorm raging in the center of the boutique. This thunderstorm was a tall, slender girl, dressed in the latest fashion. The dress fitted the body like a second skin and shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow; there were sharp-nosed shoes on such long and sharp heels that it seemed that they could be killed. The girl was blonde, judging by the half of her head that was not shaved. The hair was braided into many small braids, several of which had different colors. Rings and earrings, watches on the wrist and an expensive phone in the hands of a blonde spoke about her status, and the boutique was not cheap.

- Yes, for whom you keep me, why did you decide that I will take these trash rags. Yes, I have one call ... -
The blonde did not frown until her gaze turned on Mark
- And who are you, also work here? What so you look dork. -
Blondie did not let up. Mark deftly snatched his ID from the inside pocket of his jacket and opened it, showed the girl
- Special department, agent Mark

The words spoken by Mark sounded like a bolt from the blue. Awesome blonde in an instant immediately subsided and began to look around on both sides, as if looking out of the emergency exit, where you can escape. The girls, the saleswomen, now walked away from the shop window and began to whisper, looking at Mark with a smile. The manager remained standing idol, for when Mark he looked even more miserable. Mark glanced at the pretty saleswomen and then looked at the blonde.
- Ma'am, I received a call about the violation of public order. For the removal and punishment I arrived at
Marks Mark, as if he himself was a machine gun.

- But I did not myself ... I did not know ... they were the first. I'll pay all, all the damage, we agree, I'm here ... -
Zepepetala was blonde. Mark chuckled slightly, how naive the girl’s attempts to escape punishment were. Others offered bribes, threatened or offered themselves. But Mark was adamant, for which he was valued and respected.
- Excuse me miss, I would like to start by finding out your name -
Mark's tone was much more formal.
- Jessica -
Quietly answered the girl.
“Well, Jessica, the reason for my appearance here is your behavior.” You violated the law and the justice decided to punish you. According to the accepted norms, your category is not heavy, and therefore punishment will be weak. If you were a man, punishment would be much more serious - Mark minted phrase by phrase, as if he were taking the exam again at the Academy
- But I don't even ... -
A girl began to defend herself, but Mark interrupted her:

- If you didn’t know the law, didn’t know what your behavior would lead to, it doesn’t save you much. If you do not agree with the punishment, the video will prove your guilt. But then we will have to drive to the station and I will have to hold you for a while.
Mark saw fright on the girl's face. Realizing that the girl was ready to cry, Mark smiled a little, taking on a more human look.
- Well, what are you Jessica, why do you need extra problems. Now we will find a place and I will prescribe you your portion of the rod.It will not take much time and you will soon be free.
Jessica nodded silently ...