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    DECEASED OF LOW QUALITY

    This happened after the story with the beer cap and after
stories with terrible falsification.
    Commissioner Fouhe fell out of favor with his superiors, and they began to
deliberately slipping in the smallest and most unpromising things. For
for the last six months he has not been assigned any
interesting investigation. It was the same this time.
    The office door opened. Madeleine stood on the threshold. Commissioner
it smelled like something in garlic sauce. Fuhe grimaced.
    “Fred,” Madeleine mumbled, “the boss is calling you.” Said
which is very urgent.
    Fuhe looked at the cleaning lady.  A bucket with a rag, which she
held it, it was full of blood.
    - Kong commits atrocities again?
    - Yes, father, but Dumont is calling you.
    Fuhe could not understand anything.
    - Well, where does the blood come from then?
    “Uh, father,” Madeleine drawled, shifting from foot to foot.
leg.  - De Bealecalled Kong and gave him a good dose. Kong
summoned Dumont and skinned him. And now Dumont is calling
you.
    Fuhe still didn’t understand anything.   Such a violation
subordination just didn’t fit into his head.
    - Why doesn’t Kong call me? - he asked, suffering from
feelings of one's own stupidity.
    - Kong can’t call anyone, he’s in intensive care.
    Now everything has fallen into place.  Fuhe is delighted
stuffed it into the pocket of his marble friend.
    - The boss said no paperweights, the conversation will be
serious.
    Fuhe sighed resignedly, laid his silent
brother and trudged off to the execution.
    The boss was surprisingly restrained: during the conversation Fuhe
got up from the floor only four times. After infusion in the office
Dumont, the commissioner with tenfold energy took up this idiotic
a case of slander.
    The main culprit and villain, Mr. de Terminant, was called.
He sat in a chair opposite Fuhe and, trying not to pay attention
to the light of a 1000-watt lamp, which was shining in his eyes,
was picking his nose with concentration.
    - Are you Monsieur de Terminant? - Fuhe asked sternly, revealing
a thick stationery book.
    - Yes, it’s me - de Terminant, and my father was de Terminant, and
my grandfather was de Terminant, and...
    “Enough, enough,” Fuhe interrupted him. - We are relatives
We'll question you later.  I received it from youcomplaining that you are constantly
Fill the residents of the lower floor with vintage wine. You confirm
this?
    - What is low quality wine?  - he got worried
Terminator.
    - No, the wine is ok, but the ceilings are let down, they are bad
ceilings are leaking.
    - Well, if the ceilings are of poor quality, then it’s without me, it’s
I don't know...
    - Yes, but the cat, fleeing the dampness and wine fumes,
climbs onto the wallpaper and tears it!
    - What, they have a low quality cat?
    “No,” Fuhe muttered, completely confused. -
The cat is normal.
    - So - the wallpaper let us down? Low quality? - suggested
Terminator.
    - It's not about the wallpaper! - the commissioner tried to squeeze what he heard into
the limits of your reason and not go crazy until the end of this interrogation.
    “And also, it’s also written here,” Fuhe muttered, pointing his finger at
statement and shielding himself from de Terminator with this saving
a piece of paper - it says that you are wasting money in the entrance, and
The cleaning lady can't do it!
    - I admit it, and I won’t do it again! Honestly!
    - You always say that - but you continue to litter!
    - What is low quality money? - asked de
Terminator.
    - A-ah-ah!  - Fuhe shouted angrily, feeling that he was losing
reason;  he grabbed a paperweight and smeared de Termant all over
wall
    The door opened and Madeleine entered.
    - Did you call?  - she asked in a dull voice, but, having seenthe remains of de Terminant, perked up somewhat: “Who is this?”
    “Dead,” muttered the commissar tiredly, wiping the sweat from
forehead and lighting a Blue Bird. “Low quality,” he added.
    Madeleine began to clean up, and the air spread around again.
garlic stench.