Humor - Sirius at hand or the second story about Firgefiechter.

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 or the second story about Viergefiechter

 Captain Gluck's ship slowly made its way through the aste-
roids.  The smugglers could not decide to invade
borders of the Circumsolar Empire, knowing that after
Big Joe equipped the Martian Guerillaros with nuclear bazookas
produced by the Republic of Iapetus, the border patrols are simply brutal
whether.
 Suddenly, on one of the asteroids, Gluck noticed a man in a suit
fandre, who stood on this block, was hardly larger than
fifty meters away, and clearly spoke to the passing ship.
 The sight was so unusual that the captain did not regret it
several pounds of deuterium to pick it up and find out who
he and where he came from here.
     “Gerhard Viergefichter,” he replied to the directly
question. - Escaped from the mines on Ceres.
     - Why did you get there?
     - For fraud on an astronomical scale.
     -...?! How's that?
     - Yes, I sold Sirius to one guy. On the cheap, for only
a couple of trillions, and only when he arrived there he realizedthat Sirius neither-
to whom in the Solar System never belonged.
     “Cunning,” Captain Gluck assessed the deal in a professional tone.
 - What else can you do?
     - My main profession is swindling.
     - Will you take it upon yourself to deceive the Patrol Service?
     - Please. As I understand it, you need to go to Earth. See here
this comet? - and he pointed to the lower left corner of the screen. - Pulled up -
approach it from the tail side and sit on the core. In four
month it will take you directly between the Moon and the Earth, more precisely
than the Space Clippers Interplanet liner.
 Viergefichter's advice turned out to be practical. Therefore, already at about
Earth orbit, Captain Gluck decided to once again consult with his
passenger, this time regarding the landing location.
     “Well, I wouldn’t land on spaceports,” he said thoughtfully.
Gerhard pulled. - I would choose some point closer to the areas
controlled by the rebels.  For example, here,” and he pointed
finger to a certain point in the Ararat Valley. Here are the stations following
they see their marriages poorly, and fidans are at hand, and most importantly, there are
a wonderful tavern where a year ago I drank the best cognac in Eurasia
at the price of technical oxygen.
 This time the advice was gratefully accepted, especially since
that Firgefikhter promised to watch the ship while the crew was
taste the promised divine drink.
    The captain is in the tavernGluck unexpectedly met Big Joe, the head
wu of a rival gangster clan.
    - Oh, Joe, is that you?!
    - No way, old Gluck! I didn't even know you were already on Earth.
How did you manage to evade these watchdogs so famously?
I mean the Patrol Service?
    - Firgefikhter helped.
    - Who, who?
    - Yes, they picked up one escaped convict. Firgefikhter called
fell.  It was he who gave us the idea of how to bypass patrols and around what
look for the harbor tavern.
    - And you took him on board?! And where is he now?
    - The ship is on guard.
    - You're crazy! Run back faster. He's not only
patrols, he’s not shy about fooling our brother either, ..... dog-
ka.
 At that moment, the roar of the engines of the taking off ship was heard,
instantly covered by the friendly unprintable duet of Gluck and Joe.
   “But don’t be upset,” Joe “consoled” Gluck when they finally
exhausted the supply of epithets. - You are not the first, you are not the last. Siri-
he sold it to me. Only if he said that he deserved it
they imprisoned him, then he lied.

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