Miracle of technology - Alice from the country.

Music By MONOHROM               
(c) SISOFT/TRG                  
                                          
 Dedicated to the Alice prototype.        
                                          
 Kochymay, mother, nishtyak - it's a psychadelic...
 (C) from early Gradsky
                                          
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 Alice sat in front of the pussy screen,
trying in vain to figure out what to do
further.   After four hours of stuffing
an obscure article slipped
chief, my eyes were dazzled, I wanted to sleep and
In general I thought it was bad. It seemed logical
try to save what you entered.  Alice
I remembered that first I had to choose in
menu item"File" for which she and
I decided to get busy.   After five minutes
While looking at the screen, Alice remembered that
the boss just installed on the advice of someone
Hacker's Russian Word instead of English,
as it was said "to make life easier
girls."   Who is Hacker, Alice is not
knew, but after ten minutes of trying
remember how to say "Save" in Russian, she
I decided that it was someone very bad, well
or at least very strange that,
actually, it’s the same thing - she’s weird
I really didn't like it.                          
 The efforts made made Alice so tired that
for such a feat as to figure out where and
how to get out of this Word, it’s already
was not capable, and she could only
look at the screen in the hope that he will come in
someone less tired or more knowledgeable
and help her get out of trouble. Time
from time to time you just had to press
on the Shift key with an "Any key" sticker
(made, according to rumors, by the same Hacker)
to remove from the screen those flying straight into your face
stars. Several minutes passed like this.       
                                          
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 Alice heard some strange noise behind
back, turned around and saw that from
mirror hanging on the opposite
wall, the March Hare comes out,
ending, apparently, some kind of
super-long curse word in an incomprehensible language
a language which Alice had difficulty recognizing
German.  The hare was unshaven and wore a hairstyle
style "morning in the chicken coop" and generally looked
as if he had been drinking continuously for
three sleepless nights.  However, on my feet
held firm, and in the things he spread
only two main ones were guessed by the smell
ingredients: strong black coffee and
rosin.  Taking off his dark glasses, the Hare through
looked at the slightly puzzled Alice's shoulder
on the computer screen, assessed the situation and,
throwing it to her on the go - "pressani alt-ef
four", - disappeared behind the door. From the corridor
I heard: "They've made dummies here" and a bang
another door.                          
 Previously lying peacefully on Alice’s legs
the hand-made Krippenstoffel crawled out from under the table,
went to the mirror and didn’t see myself there
reflection said displeasedly: “Well,
The mirrors have already begun to act up, truly -
Wonderland."Looking at Alice
clearly confused, he
grumbled -"Come on, Lisa, Hare
came - the Hare left, we have nothing to do with him
what's the matter?  ", - and again crawled under the table,
clearly not intending to continue the conversation.    
 "And really, well, this Hare," -
thought Alice, “there aren’t many of them walking around here, so
is it?  Now, if only half a sack or a sack would come here
fresh irons..." But to understand everything between
She never got around to the hare and the irons -
Krippenstoffel under the table is unhappy
He stirred and muttered in his sleep:
"Think quietly, be a weasel, you're going to sleep
you're disturbing... "Alice had a vague feeling
the idea that something around her is not quite right
ok;  she wasn't at all sure that
Her Krippenstoffel used to have the gift
speech, and its very name seemed to her
somehow alien.  Plus to this, Alice.!-
she complained that she didn’t even remember his name,
although she knew for sure that it wasn’t Sharik. From
so many thoughts made her sick
head, and she decided to get up to slightly
get some fresh air and at the same time warm up
after sitting in front of the screen for a long time.      
 Approaching the mirror, Alice discovered that
Krippenstoffel was right: it reflected that
the same room with two standingon the tables
computers, but this reflection was
absolutely deserted.  Alice touched
mirror surface. Something gurgled
ripples passed through the glass, and she felt
that the hand passed freely to the other side. From
a slight draft blew across the mirror.  Alice
stepped over the bottom frame and found herself
in a room completely symmetrical to the one in
which she worked.                     
 The feeling of vague uneasiness did not leave
Alice. She looked in the mirror and saw
that nothing has changed on that side:
Krippenstoffel was also sleeping peacefully under
table, the computer screen shimmered
all the colors of the rainbow some kind of fractal, and
a portrait looked sternly from the wall above the table
Emperor against the background of a standard with
heraldic two-headed bear,
holding a sickle and a sledgehammer in its front paws.
His Majesty's gaze calmed Alice, she
it seemed like there was fog in my head
dissipate, and she decided to look around at
new place.                              
                                          
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 At that moment, someone sneezed at the window. Alice
automatically wished it on someone
good health, after which she
I got the idea to see who it was
exactly like that. The idea didn't seem to Alice
so bad, and she turned to the window.
 She saw him standing half-turned towards her
young man dressed pretty
pop, but with some pretension
elegance.  The most noticeable detail of this
the figure was enormous
a top hat, under which the wearer
I would be lost.   In general, external details
were so distracting that due to
it was almost impossible to compose them
any definite opinion about this
Mr.   After making sure that Alice was his
I saw him depict on his face
inexpressible melancholy, bordering on
mortal boredom, and said:           
 - Hello, madam. Judging by the fact that you
you're probably looking at it this way
are you waiting for a response to your wish?
health after my sneeze I'll tell you
"thank you."  In principle, the expectation is reasonable,
but still I think that it is
gratitude may be fair
only if you did
at least something for there to be here
at least a little less dust.   Yes in
in generalIt's not about the dust, it's about the attitude
people, and me in particular. In general, this
the impression that throughout the Looking Glass
no one except Gryphon and Kvaschenka
left.                                 
 - And who will you be? - asked
Alice immediately regretted it.          
 The gentleman in the hat simply turned green, and
on his face the expression of melancholy increased
extreme amazement and misunderstanding.          
 - Sorry, madam, did I mishear or did you
You really don’t know me? !!          
 - Well, strictly speaking, I don’t know, but what?     
 - No, well, I just don’t believe my ears!
Me, the Hatmaker Master Wyszczynski,
known to everyone through the looking glass, except users
lamer boards like Electric Chair, and not
know?  !!  Where did you come from then? Already
isn't it from Wonderland?                    
 - Actually yes, but why exactly...      
 - Well then everything is clear, - he didn’t give her
finish the Hatter, - another lamer
the mercy of the Hare or Uncle Sharik on our
head, and even from the country,where not even
understand what a real hat is and
why does a civilized person need it?
man!  No, madam, since you are already here, you
should know that the hat is a symbol of everything
of our life here, a hat is...       
 ... and he was carried away.  Alice tried again
follow its flow for a while
statements, but soon gave up these
fruitless attempts and began to watch
metamorphoses of the Master's hat. While he himself
spoke, his headdress to the beat of him
words gradually changed.  First he
turned into a bowler hat, then into a fur hat,
then gradually but surely the hat became
manifest into a large cream cake. When
Alice decided to invite the Hatter to take it off
a work of art from the head, so that
occupy your mouth with something more useful than
reasoning that no one knows anyway
listens, cake, as if reading it
thoughts quickly turned black
"airfield" cap, which immediately began
grow, clearly about to turn back
into a cylinder. From what she saw, Alice concluded,
that this gentleman really was
a master not only in building
extremely long meaningless phrases, or
his hat just looked really good
sense of humor.                            
 SuddenlyAlice noticed that next to her
stands and skeptically examines the Hatter
Martovsky who came from unknown place
Hare    He leaned towards her ear and
whispered: “However, you are nimble - not
I managed to go to your boss for this
run away," he showed some kind of payment,
torn from the computer along with a solid
a piece of mounting panel, - “and you’re already here...
You're just unlucky that you immediately
I met this talker - he even me
sometimes you manage to get it.  Well, nothing,
Now we will neutralize it.  "Hare
waited for a moment of silence at the end
another phrase from the Hatter and barked:
“Be silent!!!” - and a little more calmly
added "Genug is putting noodles on the lady's ears
second class.  According to my ho, to whom I
used to believe the flow of your speech, sir
Vyshchinsky, it’s better to redirect to nul. "
The Master tried to object, but the Hare
looked at him so that if on this
there was a burning candle, it would have frozen,
before it goes out. The Hatter just became
quickly melt into the air, squeaking
preliminary:  "here we go again
tweeted..."                          
 The hare grinned gloomily and, throwing
Alice: "okay, now it seems clean; you
look around here, and I’ll run away,”and headed
to the door.  On the threshold he almost fell,
running into a huge dog standing there
noble nationality.  Skin of the Beast
for some reason it was painted gray with gray
color, but because painting seems to be
was carried out by the dog himself without outsiders
help, the scruff of his neck saved him
natural reddish-brown tint. When
he opened his mouth slightly, it was clear that he was a plus
in addition to everything he wore fangs, which, if
add at least half an inch to them
length, could easily pass for a wild boar.
 Having regained his balance, the Hare said:    
 - Well, you scared me, Markel. Here in
what you can't be denied is your ability
move silently.                   
 - But here’s what you can’t be denied, friend
“Hare,” the dog grumbled dissatisfiedly in response,
- so this is inability to treat ladies.
Well, how are you with this one,” he nodded at
Alice's side - just talked?
!   After all, as with the last Crimea,
agree! And you need to be more gentle with them... She
who and where from?                      
 - Translator from Wonderland, working
at that strange guy who is holding
this gate,” he pointed to the mirror.       
 - Heresee, the lady has just come from
orthodox empire, with it it is necessary
respectfully, by name and patronymic. And
In general, you need RTFM, friend Hare...      
 - Of course, you’re right in some ways, Markel, but
it seems to me that if your theories were
so effective, you would be right now
painted not like a wolf, but like a peacock... -
Turning to Alice, the Hare grinned
said: Excuse me, Elizaveta Georgievna,
but I really have to leave you -
things, sir. See you later.                   
 Markel was clearly touched to the quick, although
tried not to show it.  Deliberately
calmly he said to the Hare:                
 - Okay, see you soon, I'll go check on one
familiar fox.                         
 - Wait a second, I forgot to tell you:
The Griffin asked you to
bit Wyszczynski a little, he’s the last one
I forgot to peck him.                    
 - Okay, - and the dog, without even looking at
Alice, hobbled to the opposite wall
without any sign of a door and went in there
without visible effort.                       
 When the tail is the last of Markel's parts
disappeared into the wall, Alice went up to her and
I was convinced that, unlike the mirror
there was no normal gate here, that is
the wall was the most ordinary and
very hard, thus allowing the dog to pass through
this place was an obvious hack.  Before Alice
suddenly it dawned on her that she was using words
the values ​​of which she imagines
to put it mildly, very vaguely, however
it was felt that they were contrary
All logic is exactly in place. Alice decided
ask the Hare what a "hack" is, but
discovered that this subject kept his
word and while she was looking at the wallpaper on
Markel's infiltration site, disappeared into
unknown direction.                  
                                          
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 Something happened to Alice that didn’t happen to her
happened a very long time ago: it woke up in her
curiosity and she decided to get acquainted
this strange place in more detail. At the same time
time, ordinary conformism is not quite yet
left her and therefore, without wasting time on
invention of a more extravagantway
exiting the room, Alice headed towards
doors.  On the way she caught herself
extremely disapproving look from one of the
computers, which made her very happy
uncomfortable, especially since it was poorly understood
than the machine itself, which did not even have
a hint of eyes, looking at her...       
 Opening the door, Alice was surprised
I discovered that I still haven't lost it yet
ability to be surprised.  She's with "($%+ something
something like a corridor, the floor of which was the most
ordinary: shabby parquet with a parody of
carpet in the middle, and in place
there was nothing on the walls or ceiling. In general
nothing: even, what was especially impressive,
emptiness.  After a couple of minutes of struggling with myself
Alice decided to take it for granted and
stepped over the threshold.                  
 Nothing special happened, not even
the door behind Alice, despite her fears
didn't disappear.    Moreover, ahead
something definitely appeared.  What is this
it was unclear, but it was something gradually
became more and more clear, and in the end
Eventually it became clear that it was wide and
a kind smile.   The face of its owner
appeared a minute later: it was Cheshire
The cat himself.    Smile
appeared first for good reason: thiswas the most
a noticeable detail of the cat's face, she
was so sincere that she
the owner immediately seemed very
nice guy.                        
 The cat smiled even wider (even though he had just
it seemed physically impossible) and
said: “My respect, madam. First
everything, I'm sorry that I can't
appear before you completely: that’s all
I just can’t figure it out with a bunch of akas, so
that I don’t even really know where I am
I am at the moment.  Well, these are minor things.
Actually, the Hare asked me to help you
don't get lost if you suddenly decide
explore Through the Looking Glass. You probably
we still have to go back, but outside the door, from
which you just came out with is completely different
room.  Okay, let's go for now
me, there's good beer around the corner. "And
the visible part of the Cat floated down the corridor.   
 Alice willingly followed him:
first of all, she really wanted to at least
somewhere to get out of here, and secondly, she
I really loved beer, especially good beer.
The only thing that bothered her was that
the corner around which was the one promised by the Cat
drink, still in line of sight
there wasn't.  * * *                   
                                          
 Lost in thought, Alice did not immediately notice
attention to the noise that arose to her right.
Looking there, she saw a large hall, in
which were randomly placed
various types of tables, tables, bedside tables,
chairs and stools, around and on which
sat and next to whom people walked and
animals, the diversity of their species
significantly superior to furniture,
scattered around the hall.  Immediately rushed into
the eyes that the ladies among those gathered were
very few and they were all in the center
attention of those formed around them
circles.  The largest crowd has gathered
around a young woman in silver
mask, quickly moving around the hall andgifted the surrounding gentlemen
meaningfully indefinite          
views.  The reaction of the gifted was the most
various: from a friendly smile to
profound fainting - probably either from
an overabundance of feelings, or from exhaustion,
caused by excessive energy consumption in
efforts to attract attention. Far
the wall of the hall was translucent, behind it
guessed countless numbers
sadly hungry eyes, which
the partygoers didn't pay any attention. 
 “Is this beer here?” Alice asked Cat.
He grinned and replied: “What are you talking about?
Alice, this is a famous club run by
Annette - that lady over there in the center of the hall,
All drinks here are exclusive
virtual.  People come here to warm themselves,
and not to drink. But everyone is here - even
They let the rats in... "                        
 Something clearly fell from somewhere above
hit Alice painfully on the shoulder, bounced off and
fell to the floor with a thud. She picked this one up
object and saw that it was a piece
French soap "Lux", tied
with a beautiful pale golden ribbon and
smelling of lavender.     The cat groaned and
whispered in Alice's ear: "Let's run away from here,
otherwise now you're in over your head with thisthey will fill up.
And it would be good only like this, otherwise
some will start throwing things around...
"Alice was imbued with the seriousness of the threat and
rushed forward along the corridor as fast as she could,
still trying not to get too close to
missing left wall.  However, before
wrap this in a clean handkerchief and
put what fell on her in her jeans pocket
She didn't forget the soap.                       
 Suddenly the corridor ended and Alice
found herself standing in a century-old pine tree
forest on a fairly wide path,
lost behind the trees. Next to her again
The Cheshire Cat began to appear.
Having finally materialized, he
said: "Well, we are already very close to
our pub", - he wanted to say something
yet, but did not have time: he was interrupted by a strong
rumble.                                   
                                          
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 The ground shook underfoot, and the Cat
Cones fell like Alice from a nearby pine tree.
A couple of hundred meters ahead rosewall of dust.   Someone emerged from there and
He ran along the path, limping slightly.
As he approached, it became clear that it was
slightly shabby but still
quite cheerful March Hare. Alice
he noticed only when he almost collided with
her.   It took the hare almost a minute,
to catch his breath, after which he found in
have the strength to nod to the Cat, smile at Alice and
tell her: "Unlucky though - bad timing
you came to us - there, again a triangle
fell, demolished half the forest, I could barely escape
managed... "                               
A large jackdaw flew over their heads with
with a letter in its beak and loud screams
"Crisis! Crisis!"which are not very good
she succeeded due to her busy mouth. Hare
spat and grumbled:                       
 - Crisis, crisis... How many times do they
they said that the triangle is outdated, a long time ago
it’s time to redo it... And they: “Yes
will withstand what could be stronger
reinforced concrete.  "Of course, it will withstand any
will withstand the fall and not break, yes
but in theory it’s not for that
created to fall.  And again the forest
restore, all the paths are new
trample...                           
 - What actually happened? -
asked the Cat.                      
 - Yes, there was no time to really figure it out -
you saw it yourself, and so - apparently
Mikola again became interested in spreading these
super-capacity refrigerators,
which they remake for him from microwaves
ovens, well, I didn’t notice once again how
his child unscrewed the fastening nut. Well
everything collapsed - the supporting chains were rusty,
this is a common problem...                       
 And the Hare uttered a long untranslatable
a German curse word whose elegance
Even the barbaric accent couldn’t ruin it.
Alice pretended to be embarrassed, and
so naturally that the Hare even apologized.
Cheshire Jot decided to clear the air and
pulled out two faceted glasses with
some kind of liquid and handed them to Alice with
A hare.                                   
 "Scratching", he said proudly and
devastated the one that appeared from nowhere
third glass.  The hare drained his vessel in
three small sips and completely
With a calm expression he bit the edge of his glass.
Alice decided that if this was possible
eat unsalted andlow in nutrition
glass, then the strength/volume ratio is
drink does not pose any risk
the premature arrival of a hangover, and therefore
she drained the glass in one gulp. You can't
tell her to regret it greatly:
although this is not entirely usual for a lady, but
she was used to strong liquids, but with
on the other hand, she could breathe again
only after swallowing
a sandwich materialized by the Cat
pickled cucumber.                          
 The Cheshire Cat suddenly began to show obvious
signs of anxiety.  It's unlikely that it was
the action of scratching - apparently, he has
had more experience on the drinking front,
than Alice, and this last one drank
It was just enough to warm up a little...
Finally he said: "It seems like mine
something is wrong - it looks like a triangle to me
the tail was crushed.  I'll have to leave you -
we need to figure it out. You, madam, if
decide to linger in the looking glass, grace
please go to our local pub - only there
for you without scratching: drunkenness is not beautiful
I'll give..." He once again demonstrated his
the widest smile, nodded to the Hare and quickly
disappeared into thin air.                    
 "Hmm, looks like we should get out of here too
disappear,” noted the Hare, “becomestoo dusty.  Where are you going now?
do you want to hit the road?  "- he asked Alice.
She expressed a timid desire to get out
closer to his native empire -
the uncertainty of the situation began to make her feel a little
bother.  The hare scratched his head and
Without saying a word, he walked along the path. Alice
followed him.  Three hundred meters later
the path ended when it reached a massive
wooden door, standing completely
separately, without any signs of a building
around.   Alice made a movement to
look behind it, but the Hare warned: “Don’t
I advise.  Honestly, even I can't
tell exactly what awaits you with that one
sides.  And now the main thing is to have time to enter with
this, nothing has changed here yet..."
He opened the door, let Alice in and
entered after her.                       
                                          
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 Alice again discovered that she had overestimated
my habit of the unexpected. What I saw
she was simply shocked. He and the Hare stood
on the street of a big city with a bunch of buildings,
people and cars.  But the city was not at all
similar to those to whichAlice got used to
Wonderland: the houses looked washed and
well-groomed, air despite the abundance
the car was clean and what was especially striking
in the eyes, on people's faces there was no that eternal
preoccupation with something, usual for
citizens of the empire.  And at the same time something
Alice seemed familiar here from childhood.
After a few seconds she is no longer
doubted that she was in eternity
a city whose streets are remembered by almost everyone
great people who have lived in the world in recent times
several centuries, and which is impossible
forget, having once been there, in the city where
each house individually, as well as
location of these houses along the streets and
boulevards are works
art and where $&% is the smallest
I can't even name the street
an alley - in short, in Paris.             
 The hare waited until Alice came to her senses and
said: “You’re absolutely right, we’re exactly in
this city.  But not for long - we
you just need to go to another gate here for
angle..." and after a short pause, he added,
- “But you must admit, there’s nothing
similar in your Wonderland. "Alice"
After thinking, she replied: “Well, really...
But everything is so calm and clear, and everything is under
hand, and the triangles don’t fall on your head.
And the people somehow seem more cheerful." Hare
nothingdidn't answer, but thought that
non-falling triangles in the empire
due mainly to their physical
absence.  Yes, and gaiety is a concept
extremely relative;   after a while
time they got it one more time
confirmation.                            
 They walked along the left side of the street, leaving
behind the Arc de Triomphe.  When they
passed by a small cafe, right there
enough fell out of the door under my feet
a decent-looking gentleman in a gray jacket and
white trousers. Rising to my feet with difficulty,
he leaned his hand on the Hare's shoulder and on the clean
Russian asked him: “Listen, Vasya, you
do you respect me? "Good enough though
and a little incorrect French, on
which the Hare spoke from the moment he entered
the city, it just vanished from him. In native
in the language of the re-adopted subject he read
give him about a ten-minute lecture about the dangers
drunkenness in polite society due to
his pedigree, as well as
the origin of his shoes and tie.
Apparently, as a result of this match
there was a miraculous healing of the gentleman from
alcohol poisoning. At least
he quietly apologized, even trying
do it in French, went back in
in a cafe, sat down at a table and began to think
heard.                              
                                          
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 The Hare and Alice turned the corner and passed
a few steps and suddenly found ourselves in
complete darkness. "Yeah, it seems we've reached
Master Bo.   He's always too busy
business and therefore constantly forgets
turn on the light in the hallway."- said the Hare.
He pushed the invisible door, and Alice
discovered that her ideas about the master
strongly diverged from his actual
view.  Contrary to her expectations, he is not at all
looked like Grebenshchikov himself: not very
tall, plump, he wore
glasses that gave his face a tint
some frivolity.  Master Bo's Case
was that he used a quill pen
copied text onto the pen-notebook screen from
sheet with the title on it:
"The Explanatory Gospel from Zemleroykin." On
sitting on the master's shoulder was a brightly colored
parrot who looked attentively at
recordable, and loud at times
shouted: "Enoughattacks, I'm worse
everyone?  I also agree with what is said here
written!"                               
 Master Bo greeted those who entered and
invited them to sit down and drink tea from
samovar standing here. He said that
the gate will open only in about five minutes -
ten, but for now they have time to rest.
At this moment the parrot turned away from
self-contemplation and turned his gaze to
Alice.  The next second he was already flying
around her and chattered something
obscure.   Among a lot of strangers
a+."   Alice only made out that
the parrot is outraged by the order in Through the Looking Glass,
what Bilbo Baggins must be forced to do
his words serve as the emperor's guard
Wonderland and what he (the parrot) doesn’t like
rock band "Columbarium" because
never heard her.                     
 Bo looked at the parrot with condescending
smiling like a child, and the Hare grew gloomy
more and more and eventually
asked the parrot to interpret
Zen Buddhist koan "if your friend
there is a fountain, always look north."
The parrot, without hesitation, completely blinded
an indecent pun and somehow imperceptible
disappeared.  At that moment a gate opened in the floor
- just quite wide roundLuke.
The hare said to the master: “Hello Woodpecker!” and
jumped there, calling Alice after him.      
 They found themselves in the office corridor in front of
the door of Alice's office. Opening the door
Alice was almost knocked down by her
krippenstoffel expressing wild joy
about her return. March Hare
waited for the jumping amplitude to decrease
beast and said to Alice: "Well, you're home.
And this black animal seems to be the second time
He won’t let you go behind the mirror. Oh well -
Enough weirdness for you.  Bai.  " AND
Before she could open her mouth, he
stepped over the threshold of the mirror, something
clicked and Alice saw her reflection
where he was supposed to be. She sat down to
computer and started thinking.                  
                                          
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 Alice was awakened by the sound of something heavy,
fell to the floor from the table. She has difficulty
opened my eyes and saw Martovsky
A hare sitting on a chair next to him
computer and gloomylooking at
transformer lying on the floor.  Black
Alisin's court terrier Bobik sat next to him and
looked at this device with no less gloomy
appearance - he clearly did not approve of heavy falls
objects half a meter from his nose.        
 Looking closely at the person sitting next to her
Mr., Alice realized that this is still
not a hare - he clearly didn’t come out with his ears, although in
this man had a lot on him
similar. He looked at her, smiled and
said: "So, you are Alice.
The boss talked a lot about you.  Hmm, too much
a lot.  But his taste is clearly Soviet - he
he told me that short suits you
hairstyle  But these are minor things. The main thing is that
he asked me to put it on his pussy
network.    Heh, kamikaze... Yes, I forgot
introduce yourself.   I'm Zaitsev - programmer,
from time to time I pretend to help
to your naive boss. That's it. And I have you
Now you'll be a pointess."                
                                          
                                          
 Author's afterword:          
  Congratulations to everyone who managed to finish reading this
the work goes all the way to here.  I think that
those who finished reading understood that my condition was in
the writing process was not entirely sober.
 In this regard, I apologize.  
 I also apologize to those
who are being held here. Most
some of them have a sense of humor, so they
It’s unlikely that they’ll be very offended at me. Well
whoever lacks this feeling - so go there
and the road.