in their important affairs, in which the affairs were not up to two beautiful girls, dressed in the latest squeak of changeable fashion. She inhaled a mixture of strange scents of the human crowd, perfume, food and sewage, grass and trees, burning and steam. After all, she had never been in any of the cities, and even more so in this City.

“Why is it so warm here?” Not that behind the wall! There was nothing in the instructions about it, she wondered.

Ji raised her index finger upwards.

- See, there is a dome at the top?

- Not.

- And rightly so, that you do not see. He is transparent.

- Why does he need a city?

- How is it, why? The enemy does not sleep the same! Haha Protective dome against attacks of Eastern Satrapia. From him and the greenhouse effect is formed. In the City, because of it, there is neither winter nor frost, and in summer there is an impossible stuffiness.

- I see. And this is she, the tower we need?

- Yes, this is it, the tower of the Cinemao film company. We go faster. And don't forget the cocktail.

***

Rang selector. Mr. Julian Mao picked up the phone.

- Yes, Liz?

- Mr. Mao, you two girls to the casting.

- Oh my God! Yes, what is happening today! I'm not casting, this is Mr. Paters’s case.

“Mr. Paters said that you should personally see one of the girls.”

- Yes? Why? “Mr. Mao was obviously losing patience.”

- He said you will understand. And Mr. Paters asked you to start a video call with him.

“Oh my goodness ...” Mr. Mao wearily rubbed his nose. - Okay, so be it, talk to this asshole. And yes, bring me some coffee.

- Well, Mr. Mao.

He turned on the video link on the monitor. The blond-haired, short-cropped head of Phil Paters stared at him.

- What did you want, Paters? - Mr. Mao did not hide irritation.

- Here, admire. - Paters moved away from the camera and pointed to two girls standing at a distance.

Both were dressed in the latest fashion, even the holograms on the jackets and pantyhose were the latest squeak: one with evil tigers, and the other with jumping killer whales. The one with the killer whales was amazingly beautiful: fiery red hair up to the knees, slender long legs, chiseled waist, a perfectly beautiful face with freckles and large bright green eyes. But his gaze focused on the other, that with tiger cubs. On the slender leggy brunette, with slanted eyes the color of ripe mandarin. Only for this new bright eye color, he was ready to forgive this long, bloody war that took the lives of all his relatives! His face became astonished and froze, his cheekbones cramped, he was speechless. Thoughts frantically rushed in his head.

“No, that cannot be! No, but ... No, almost two years have passed already! But she’s like two drops ... I don’t believe it! But she ... Damn !!! Am I going crazy ?! No ... Apparently, just very similar ... We need to take a closer look ... Yeah ... Yeah ... Apparently, just like ... "

- Mr. Mao, Mr. Mao! Are you okay?! - The secretary has been shaking the boss by the sleeve for several minutes, trying in vain to get an answer from him.

Mr. Mao nervously twitched his shoulders, coughed, startled.

“It's all right, Liz, just a little tired.”

- You need to rest more often, Mr. Mao, you have completely exhausted yourself.

“Good, good, Liz, you're free.”

He pressed the connection button.

- Mr. Paters, send the girls to me, I will have an interview with them.

- It will be done this minute! - Mr. Paters smiled broadly with his white-toothed smile.

***

- Come in, girls, sit down on that sofa. Yes, this one. Liz, you're free.

Mr. Mao looked at his young guests and nervously drummed his fingers on the table. Coffee in a small cup has long cooled, but he drank it with one sharp sip. Frowned and spoke.

- So you want to shoot?

Initiative captured Ji:

- Yes, in the TV series “Cyborg Man-Eaters Invasion”.

- A strange choice for so young ladies.

- Nothing strange, we adore this series, like all our classmates!

- We will come to you, because we perfectly portray cyborgs! Yes, Kiki?

- Yes, Gee! Show you, Mr. Mao, how do we portray cyborgs?

Thoughts again frantically swept through Mr. Mao’s head. "Vote! Her voice! One to one! But ... But how is it ... It really doesn’t happen ... It’s been a long time ... I’m losing my mind ... ”

The girls looked at each other in bewilderment.

- you bad, Mr. Mao?

- Not...

Mr. Mao looked at the girls with dim eyes. Cleverly killer whales jumped out of the foamy ocean waves, jumped back and seemed to wink at him and smile with their sharp predatory teeth. The tigers growled and hissed, as if they wanted to tear and devour Mr. Mao. And the one on the right sleeve was purring softly and affectionately: - You are a perpetrator, you are an old terrible dirt ... A little you were alone ... You want to destroy this one ... Mrrr ...

Mr. Mao cleared his throat loudly and hoarsely, rubbed his swollen face with a handful of napkins.

“Girls, could you take off your jackets?” It's not cold here either.

- But they are so fashionable. You do not like?

- I'm old fashioned.

“But where do we get them?”

- Yes, take off these damn jackets already !!! Liz, take the jackets from the girls! And water to me! Mineral! Decanter!

The secretary bullet flew into the office and fussily took off the bright jacket. Mr. Mao greedily sipped mineral water straight from the decanter. Trickles of water ran down his chin and dripped onto an expensive designer shirt. Mr. Mao was breathing hard.

- Sorry, girls, nerves, nerves ... You understand.

- We understand, Mr. Mao. - amicably nodded their heads girlfriends.

- We have not even really met. What is your name?

- Gianna. For you, just Ji.

- Kiki. Just Kiki.

“Uh ... Well, at least another name. But I could not stand it. ”

- And you already know me, apparently. I am Julian Mao, co-owner of the Cinemao film studio, producer and philanthropist.

- Yes, we know you well, Mr. Mao, and we admire your work.

- Ok, you are accepted.

- I'm sorry, what?

- You are recruited to our studio.

- So right away? - Kiki was amazed. - But what about the samples, songs, monologues, scenes?

- We can do without this empty rubbish. I immediately saw in you an outstanding acting talent.

- Great!

- Class!

- And forget about these stupid "cyborgs"! I take you on a supporting role in the new part of "Woman-Dragonfly"!

- ABOUT! Ball! Dear!

- Gee, pinch me, I'm sleeping! Ay! Yes, not so painful, you fool!

Mr. Mao quite smiled and clapped his hands.

- Now we will sign your papers, and then I invite you to the restaurant. For further reference, so to speak. And do not try to refuse! Corporate ethics, you know.

- Of course we understand, Mr. Mao!

“And I would never refuse a dinner in a restaurant,” Kiki sighed heavily, “but we have very few credits.” Even ice cream is not enough.

- Trivia! Do you really think that such a respectable man as Mr. Mao will not have extra money to treat such lovely young actresses! Let's go now, I urgently need to unwind. Work, fatigue, nerves in your pussy, you know.

- We understand, Mr. Mao.

***

Julian Mao and Kiki sat in a restaurant on a wide loggia, located on one of the higher floors of the cinema tower, at a table for two. A pleasant warm breeze swayed the edges of the tablecloth and the girl's long hair. Ji sat nearby, in another cozy niche. Her interview was conducted by Mr. Paters. Mr. Mao ordered seafood soup, and Kiki ordered dessert and lemonade. Mr. Mao silently poured his soup, while Kiki was picking up a spoon in a dessert. Finally, she decided to break the awkward silence:

- Mr. Mao, I have a little secret.

- And what is this secret?

- Just promise that you will not break the contract, recognizing it. You are welcome!

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