[8/20] Makarovgrad will win!!!

Lapezia's briefing was completed. Antonio
put the folder marked “top secret” on
the table and added:
- Type your team yourself. Don't be frivolous
and don't waste your money. The ship will be given to you.
Equip it with all the necessary weapons
and go, - said the king and
pushed Lapetia to the exit.
- Makarovgrad will win! - cried
smurr.
- He will win, he will win. Go, - asked
Antonio. It was clear how terribly tired he was.
Staggering, he sat down past the cot and could not
get up.
Smurr left. Walking along the corridor of the communal apartment, he went out into the street. Morning.
The city wakes up, and the smurr
has thoughts and questions rummaging around in his head. Suddenly one question stung the agent:
- Who should I take to the team? - he thought aloud.
“Me, sir, take me,” a man hobbled towards Lapezia on one leg
and a piece of wood instead of the missing one, “my name
is John Silver.” If you take me, I’ll recruit a whole team.
Lapezia pondered this proposal
for a quarter of an hour. The agent, now SBM,
who had been in intensive care, was not thinking well.
Then it dawned on him.
- Excellent, my friend. My name is Lapetzia.
Gather a team and come to the ancient
bridge across the Suidinka. A ship will be
waiting for you there. And also - arm your
team. “We’ll settle later,” he said.smurr,
looking joyfully at his savior.
“Swept up,” said John and surprisingly
quickly disappeared.
Lapetia took out his notebook and
put a tick in front of the item “assemble
a team.” There was only one point left - “equipping the ship” and all in joy
the smurr paddled towards the docks. He didn't know who John Silver was, and John didn't know who Lapezia was either. This suited the Goose Man...

... In honor of such an event (another SBM event), Razdolbaylo,
the personal master of the SBM director, came to the docks. He has established himself as an excellent mechanic. Different from the professionals.
Work at the dock was in full swing. Until someone
thought to pump out the water, it was also boiling
and splashing boiling water on Lapetia and Vint.
“I haven’t eaten boiled goose for a long time,” Vint pricked the agent.
“You’re not far behind me, duckling,” Smurr parried the prick. Vint did not expect such agility from the goose and fell into boiling water.
“I don’t like boiled ducks,” remarked the agent
traitor Smurra as they carried away the body.
The work continued, and at this time John
Silver discussed further
actions with the crew.
“Finally, we have a chance to take another sip of sea foam,” the lanky pirate shouted at nicknamed Hook.
The pirates made a noise. Sabers, people
and bullets whistled. There were screamsjoy for the wasted-years-on-land. Someone waved a black flag with the red inscription "ALICE". This someone choked on his filthy flag and died. The noise
increased. Passers-by rushed away in horror, but the pirates overtook them, killed them, mocked them, and raped them. Someone's stomach was ripped open and his intestines were hung on a spreading tree. A song about fifteen
people started playing. Massive fun and festivities began. Rivers of wine and blood flowed, smoke billowed from cigars and burnt corpses.
The drinking session and Hook's speech continued:
- And we can rob and kill again!
The screams became louder, the smoke thicker, the clang
of weapons more terrible. The police from the
friendly country Russia appeared. A joint drinking spree began between the combined forces of the riot police and the John Silver pirates. Everything
was mixed up and it was no longer possible to say
who was who, and hoo from hoo...
... The battle cruiser "G.O.khiya" arrived at the
ancient bridge. This bridge has long ago become a museum where young
Makarovgrad residents are brought by their parents or history teachers. Lapecia went out onto the deck and looked at the cruiser with pride.
“I did a good job on him...” Lapecia said thoughtfully.
And indeed, he did a great job.
The cruiser seemed to be going underwater from the
huge amount of weapons that were
installed on it. These are anti-aircraft guns, howitzers, and missile launchers of all
systems, torpedo tubes, devices
for mining and trawling, lasers and
phasers, blasters and guns of all calibers,
catapults, bows, arrows, stone
axes, cobblestones and bricks, airplanes and
helicopters, WALRUS and Fer-de-Lancs, boarding equipment, ramming guns. But it only seemed that the cruiser was overcrowded. There was still room in it. A lot of free space. There was
room for three tons of gold, so
needed by Makarovgrad. A special
device made it possible to place such
an amount of Aurum metal in a box
the size of a briefcase case and weighing a little
more than five kilograms (namely, weight, not
mass). This was Antonio
I's master plan. The ship will be plundered and collected
gold until all the free
space inside the miracle case is gone.
- Where is John and his vaunted team
? - Lapecia angrily stamped his foot and
failed into the wardroom, - what the hell
!
- What did you say, Lapecia? - rang out the voice of a Pole familiar to us. He also decided to trample.
- Where are they, Shtoza?
- I don’t know, captain. Should I go get them? -
as always keeping calm asked
Damn.
-Of course, go, - said the new hero of our story - Vlad Aleshchenko, Minister of the Armed Forces of Makarovgrad. It was his
cruiser and he was annoyed that
he was giving his ship into the hands of pirates.
Shtoza left. Some time passed and one could already hear drunken screams on a warm autumn night. Lapetia and Vlad went out onto the deck, the hole in which was slowly
overgrown, and looked towards the screams, but saw nothing.
- Where are you dragging us, damned fascist?
- the screams of the pirates and blows to the teeth were heard,
following at regular intervals
time.
- Here, Christopher Bonifatich, brought us, -
Stoza reported joyfully.
On the deck stood, or rather staggered,
14 pirates, and only John Silver and his
parrot stood straight. The liver did not allow the one-legged man to drink.
“Thank you, Lapecia,” John turned to
smurr, “for sending for us.” I
couldn’t cope alone.
“Well, okay,” Lapezia confided
to the one-legged man. He could not stand the casually thrown word and fell overboard. The parrot shouted:
- Man overboard! Polundra! - and he
fell into the water.
Lifebuoys,
foam plastic, balloons, grenades, knives,
people and other baked goods flew into the water.
A firefight began again, which
was stopped by the knocking of an anti-aircraft gun.Shtoza was shot down by a passenger plane carelessly
flying past, and now happily
watched as the airbus crashed into a railway bridge and exploded. With
love, the Devil took out a piece of chalk and placed a
lonely (for now) cross on the frame
of the gun.
“It’s time to sleep,” Vlad said in a fatherly tone.
Everyone began to make noise. “No, we want to play some more,” “well, just five more minutes,
please,” was heard here and there.
The sound of the gun was heard again. Everyone fell silent and
looked at the Pole, who was putting
another cross on the gun.
“Stop wasting
the ammunition,” Aleshchenko said irritably.
He was envious. All his life he had dreamed of
shooting a cannon, but the opportunity had not yet presented itself.
- Sleep! - Vlad already shouted in his hearts.
Everyone ran to their cabins. Silence reigned. Only the Minister of the Armed Forces remained on deck. He looked at the starry sky and
thought about distant worlds that still had to be visited and turned into
Makarovgrad. Belomorina went out, Vlad swore and threw her overboard. After standing
a little longer, he went to his cabin.
The cruiser stood in the roadstead.

Regards,
Random
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