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An incredible story, in the reality of which the participants still doubt - Dmitry Olegovich, is it possible? - With a red folder and a joyful smile, the commercial director, cutie Ksenia Andreyevna, fluttered into the office. - Delivered the contract signed by the customer! - Hooray, Ksyusha! Cheers, cheers, cheers !!! Let me kiss you!
The occasion to kiss the commercial director was weighty. A contract with a serious organization to develop a complex of special pharmaceuticals inspired confidence in ...
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The occasion to kiss the commercial director was weighty. A contract with a serious organization to develop a complex of special pharmaceuticals inspired confidence in ...
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On Friday, December 23rd, Dmitry told his boss that he would sell all the secrets to competitors if he didn’t go on vacation that week! The chief appreciated the humor and agreed with the inevitable. - Even on the corporate will not stay? Go ahead, Dima, - he said, - anyway, you sleep on the go for the last week. Looked in the mirror for a long time?
Dima replied that the boss also looked more like Koshcheyev’s death than the general director. And on the corporate party without him everyone will get ...
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Dima replied that the boss also looked more like Koshcheyev’s death than the general director. And on the corporate party without him everyone will get ...
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Having finished his coffee, and holding a pipe, Kostya inquired: - Well, guys, have you accumulated some material? I do not have to suck, I hope? Do you want a story with no relation to our star? Pure to defuse? Then make another brandy, Igor ...
I returned to the office after meeting with the client. We had a good business meeting in Prague, time went to six, the weather ...
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I returned to the office after meeting with the client. We had a good business meeting in Prague, time went to six, the weather ...
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Empty bar of the middle hand. Small, in the spirit of the fifties of the twentieth century. Behind the counter, a puny bald bartender is grinding glasses. On the wall opposite the entrance the clock shows 4 hours and minutes.
The doorbell is ringing. A nice tall guy comes in, young, in jeans and a sweater with a drawn collar. The bartender waving his hand affably to him and, without asking, pours a cup of espresso coffee.
Sitting on a high stool at the end of the bar, the guy is interested: - Fritz, you do not know, Monica ...
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The doorbell is ringing. A nice tall guy comes in, young, in jeans and a sweater with a drawn collar. The bartender waving his hand affably to him and, without asking, pours a cup of espresso coffee.
Sitting on a high stool at the end of the bar, the guy is interested: - Fritz, you do not know, Monica ...
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Chapter two
in which narrates about the adoption of the heroes of a certain decision, which eventually led to the transition Rubicon
The last time an elevator in our entrance was more often than working, but we were lucky. I hardly had to come to myself, but I didn’t have to take a ladder that did not understand a thing. - Here is our nest! - Lara said with dignity, including the light.
A flat, a small studio converted from an ordinary two-room apartment, with a huge multi-sleeping bed of the Lenin with Us type, a powerful ...
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in which narrates about the adoption of the heroes of a certain decision, which eventually led to the transition Rubicon
The last time an elevator in our entrance was more often than working, but we were lucky. I hardly had to come to myself, but I didn’t have to take a ladder that did not understand a thing. - Here is our nest! - Lara said with dignity, including the light.
A flat, a small studio converted from an ordinary two-room apartment, with a huge multi-sleeping bed of the Lenin with Us type, a powerful ...
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Eronic fantasy
A WARNING. Names and names for better perception is recommended to say out loud :))
1. Prelude or Brief introduction to fantasy
"On the dusty paths of distant planets will remain our footprints!"
(From one song)
The liner was landing at the port of the planet Sik-Steen-Ain. The passengers were a little worried. It was the first tourist flight from Earth.
Among the lucky pioneers of the new route were: an elderly American multi-billionaire Zilber Gold with his young wife Ero Naomi ...
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A WARNING. Names and names for better perception is recommended to say out loud :))
1. Prelude or Brief introduction to fantasy
"On the dusty paths of distant planets will remain our footprints!"
(From one song)
The liner was landing at the port of the planet Sik-Steen-Ain. The passengers were a little worried. It was the first tourist flight from Earth.
Among the lucky pioneers of the new route were: an elderly American multi-billionaire Zilber Gold with his young wife Ero Naomi ...
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The crisis of the ninety-eighth year gave much to the head. And as a small business got on the most do not indulge.
The editor of the yellow weekly “Tochka Alef” summoned Masha and Igor, a young married couple, for the third month producing food through hard journalistic work. - Well, my children, all your hope! We were happy with the visit of porn star Laura Perkova. If you don't interview her with a photo, through ...
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The editor of the yellow weekly “Tochka Alef” summoned Masha and Igor, a young married couple, for the third month producing food through hard journalistic work. - Well, my children, all your hope! We were happy with the visit of porn star Laura Perkova. If you don't interview her with a photo, through ...
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Anton looked away from the monitor. August dawn was engaged outside the window. A crimson ribbon flared up above a distant forest, stitched from below with the thorny peaks of fir trees, against which bluish flat clouds pressed against it. - Wow! I earned, - scratched Anton in the back of my head and stood up, seizing cigarettes. Writing inspiration is slippery matter, he learned this thing well, so, if he did, he sat at the computer until the black letters on a white background started to blur ...
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In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, he lived and lived, and the ruler was ruled by a strict, but just - emperor Emelyan. He went not sober and not drunk. Widowed, not fat and not thin, but had a fair beat. He didn’t hide from the Boyar of the Hunting and the Devil's kind, but he personally chose a shameful slit of the lusciousness of the highest favor. Boyars didn’t think yes ministers for spouses of evil on the sovereign did not keep, having a result for themselves the gifts of the royal and salaries considerable.
And she was with ...
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And she was with ...
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