bonus 2 - hangover.

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(c) Copyright Kokholsky Zhordybai Avdeevich

Hangover

Teeth!  Teeth were the first thing he felt, or rather
identified: the rest of the body has not yet responded to urges
neural circuits. His gums, densely packed with these half-rotten
knuckles ached like after the flu. Consciousness from time to time
started, then again refused to start working, giving
simple pictures, apparently from quite recently
pastime: ripples, streaks, fades? No! These are some
fools in striped shirts. Sadists! Real sadists! - poke at
face with a cucumber and a half-empty glass. Now I understand why the language
I found several holes in my mouth.  Yes - language! - here he is.
Hello!  How I missed you... Spleen, head and liver
do not receive such a warm welcome.  The eyes turned out to be
open, and apparently never closed.  Mitya, temporarily
with a trembling hand, he decided to assess the extent of the damage.
Causing impossible pain to the flesh and making it difficult to deform
the elbow and shoulder joints still heeded the voice of reason. Notbending fingers like pilgrims interfering with every crevice,
by touch we found the epicenter of pain. There really weren't enough teeth, but
that was only half the story. There was also a lack of hair on the head, nose,
eyelashes and... no, the sofa was simply thrown over his eyes. Or rather,
the vestibular apparatus, which started working, found that the body was lying down
eyes of the face.  The head was pressed into the most seemingly hard
places. She wanted to cry in pain, complain, and finally find
the culprit.  The culprit was not found, and meanwhile the hand slipped
lower, recognizing along the way the hairy chest, abs, navel and...

Someone groaned languidly.  Mitya disgustedly pulled his hand away from the strangers.
genitals.  His memory failed him again. And there would be nothing in it
unusual, if not for one thing.  Namely, that of all
Mitkov movement, Mitriy stood out for his phenomenal
memory.   It's hard to believe, but it got to the point where
calculations drawn up by him, including a business plan, project, estimate
debit-credit and other abstruse matters could capture
prospects seemed unattainable and covered temporary
intervals from 8 to 12 hours ahead.

But that was no longer important, what was important was that in front of Mitya
There has been a dilemma of all times and peoples: to be or not to be. After
After short but painful thoughts, Mitriy decided that after all
be and like a hermit crab retreated (precisely becausewhat
I used my heels exclusively) while drinking beer. His mouth
lifelessly slack, raking in tracing paper and all other rubbish.
But this could not and should not worry a real Mitka:
a new day began - a new life - a new eternity...