Have a Fun! - Chess fever.

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    By the way, this story about Commissioner Fuhe was written by no one else,
like Mastom, for which we are grateful to him. By the way, when
Wrecker downloaded a file with this text to me, saying that this
wrote Mast, I didn’t believe it at first, I decided that Wrecker files
confused :-)

CHESS FEVER 
(c) Mast^FTL

    Staring blankly at the ceiling, Commissioner Fuhe pondered his
next move.  Fifteen minutes later he lowered his head,
extended his right hand to the board and with a sharp movement moved the bishop
on C4.
    After falling from the 8th floor, the commissioner was found to have
pathological passion for chess.  He brought it to a state
the insanity of all his subordinates. Fuhe came to work
exclusively with a chessboard and a tournament clock. Seeing this
The police detectives ran away in horror.  That one
the unfortunate one who could not escape became a partner
Commissioner.  They locked themselves in the commissar's office and played
chess all day long.If at the end of the day the score was not
in favor of Fuhe, the unfortunate opponent flew out of work with a wolf
a ticket in your mouth.
    - “This is becoming unbearable,” thought Gabriel Alex, sitting
opposite Fuhe. Gabriel was unlucky today. Old fart caught
him just when Alex was exchanging clothes with the janitor. C
The commissioner did not play cleaners, since a week ago he was nervous
a representative of this profession stuck a white queen in his ear. -
“I should put poison in his coffee, or something... or throw it off again from the 8th
floors... if this continues, then this bald chess genius
will begin to come to work, wearing a large black and white suit
square..." Gabriel quickly moved his knight to F6.
    - “He’s playing too correctly,” the commissar thought.
otherwise, he decided to change his job - Fuhe raised his head sharply
and looked at Gabriel-Alex angrily.  Then, apparently
Collecting his thoughts, he stared at the board. Sharp telephone
the call interrupted his thoughts. Fuhe picked up the phone. Before Gabriel
All that could be heard was his not entirely coherent monologue.
- "Yes."
- “Yes, dear.”
- "I'm fine."
- “Pierre? -... mmm... well, I don’t know... the last time I saw him was
handcuffed when those mutts from the morality police arrested him
for pimping."
- “Me?!  - pull it out?!  -  his?!  - after all, this nasty boy
traded the body of his half-sister!”
- “How am I better?! - but Elsa, after allit was so long ago and your
the late mother didn’t mind at all..."
    Short beeps were heard on the phone.
“It’s good that I didn’t remind you about alimony,” thought Fuhe. After
At this point the commissioner jumped up sharply, swept the pieces off the board, and
Looking at the dumbfounded Alex, he ran out of the office.
    Gabriel Alex stood up leisurely, went to the phone, and
Smirking maliciously, he dialed the desired number.
- "Elsa?"
- “Gabriel, my love, is that you? where is this male Fuhe?"
“He left, or rather flew out of the office like a bullet. Now it's already
probably crossing the English Channel."
- “God, he might break in on me!”
- “Well, don’t be so naive. Just an old pepperpot thinking
that you, my dear, will start pestering him again with alimony and
escaped."
- “Darling, I'm afraid! What if he comes and ties me up again?
ears to the battery! Alex, you have to come to me!"
- “You’d better come to me.”
- “But you’re at work!!!”
- “What?  - in your ex-husband's office we will be very happy
convenient..."
    Gabriel Alex celebrated his double victory.  From chess
Fuhe's fever was clearly cured, and his ex-wife was very
not even bad...