April 30, 2015 at 21:57The day the torrents stopped
This text is my little fantasy about what may await us in the future. I hope it came out with dignity. Have a good reading.
Having watched the last episode of his favorite show, Alexei sighed heavily, leaned back in his chair and looked at his watch in the corner of the screen.
Almost midnight.
There was suspicious silence outside the window, although twenty minutes ago bluish social elements noisily washed the end of the week and the paycheck. This process was so active that most phrases could be clearly seen through an open window on the fifth floor of an old Khrushchev’s, and explosions of drunken laughter sometimes even blocked the sound coming from the speakers of the stereo system. Now it was quiet outside the window.
And Alex knew why.
Lazily reaching out, he got up from his chair and went after the cat and cigarettes.
It was a very strange cat. Picked up by a still half-blind kid near the entrance, in just a couple of years, he waved at a local alpha-cat that could even beat a shepherd. Alexei was never interested in the breed, but he was proud of the cat. Another amazing feature of his pet is his love for tobacco smoke. Apparently, the fact that at a tender age, Alexei was sitting next to him on a chair and smoking as a steam locomotive, watching the fluffy lump of life that he saved, and then picked it up and waited for the future thunderstorm of sheepdogs to fall asleep, influenced it. Now he doesn’t do this, but the cat’s reflex is entrenched: if you smell smoke, you will soon be fed. And if they don’t feed, they will stroke it, which was also good. Therefore, Alexei went looking for a cat in his small two-room apartment.
He found the animal in the washstand - the fluffy giant suffered from the summer heat and sought salvation in cool ceramics.
- Well, Roger, let's go, have a smoke on the track? - The cat did not answer, but looked at the owner quite meaningfully.
Time did not regret the animal as did Alexei. Once the gray-black muzzle acquired an ashy shade of gray hair, the cat lost weight, as if not wanting to grow fat and decrepit, like his relatives, in old age, movements became slow and lazy. He slept more and more, in the summer, mainly in the sink.
Having got a cat, Alex went to get a smoke. The pack was found in a jeans pocket.
“It’s not nice here, Roger, you have to tolerate,” said Alexey, looking into the pack and finding only one cigarette in it. - Oh well, that's enough for me.
The cat again did not tell him anything, and somewhere deep down, Alex was glad of it. He still did not have schizophrenia, although, given the situation in which he had landed, a certificate would not have prevented him.
For the third time, the lighter nevertheless fulfilled its purpose - he took a deep drag and fell into an armchair, picked up the cat in his arms and, throwing his head back, looked at the ceiling. Roger did not waste time and rubbed his head against the stubble, demanding attention.
- Well, well, why are you raising tenderness here? - Alexey said, but stroked the cat’s head, which was the size of his fist, if not more, - I suppose, you want? Sorry, there’s nothing, in the morning Lenka will come, feed her, she has keys, and she loves you, ”he said, but he didn’t stop ironing.
Another puff, the cigarette treacherously decreased every second, but there's nothing to be done about it. Alex intercepted her in his left hand, and with the right he took hold of the mouse. With a double click, he opened a simple self-made player for FLAC, from the tree of folders he selected Music, turned on the shuffle and clicked on “Play”. The sounds of the piano poured quietly from the speakers. Alexey looked at the name of the track: Vitalie Rotaru - Digital feelings .
- Never heard. But the melody is pleasant, and the moment is right. Like Roger? - And this time the cat did not answer him. He had already calmed down and settled on his feet, his legs clasped so as not to fall to the floor.
Another puff.
He heard someone under the window trying to close the car door as accurately as possible, and after a few voices. This conversation was not interesting to Alexey. Putting the track to play first and turning on the repeat, he made it louder and began to stroke Roger again. The cat purred in response to affection, so much so that his legs seemed to shake from the vibration. Or maybe they were actually shaking.
The cigarette began to burn fingers. He hastily dragged on for the last time and sent the cigarette butt into the ashtray, without even extinguishing it properly.
On the clock 00:01. Doorbell. Without even looking through the peephole, Alex knew who was standing there and what would happen next. Ignoring the "guests", he opened a fixed browser tab and updated the statistics page.
- Come on, come on. He said to himself.
Statistics met him with a familiar result for all positions, as well as the whole month before. 1 Sid, 0 Lich. The tracker was dead and he, as captain, was the last to leave his pirate ship. Thinking it might be worth stopping the distribution, Alex stroked Roger. "No, let them be."
At that time, they were already shouting at the door:
“Alexei Anatolyevich Bogdanov, open the door, police!” - the voice was young and trembling a little. “If you disobey, we will be forced to break the door!” You are accused of copyright infringement and will be taken into custody!
“What if the ciganet?” Maybe it was worth putting fighters under the windows anyway? - Business bass already belonged to someone else.
- He’s not going anywhere, the old one is already jumping from the fifth floor. The young man spoke again. - I have 1998 year of birth in my papers, it’s already forty-two, he’ll break his legs.
At this time, Roger stood up, stamped his feet and curled up in a huge fur ball.
“Hey, man, do not warm yourself very much, I will have to leave soon,” said Alexei. The cat carefully looked at the owner, and then he lowered his head to his feet and, with an expression of extreme satisfaction on his face, slowly closed his eyes.
- Discover immediately! - they have already stopped ringing and just pounded on the door. “We know you're inside; resistance is futile!”
Alex did not even move. The track "Digital feelings" began anew.
“A beautiful melody, yes, Roger?” I like.
- Break it. - I heard a young man's voice outside the door.
- Hey, Vasya, Ilya, drag a ram, look what! - the bass began to give commands. “A healthy riot policeman, probably,” thought Alexei, “interesting, maybe my peer?” And not disgusting him? ".
Judging by the tone of the bass, no, not disgusting.
“Let’s go guys, and so they wrinkled here until midnight for half an hour!
Hit. The old wooden door cracked, but the pressure stood. Just a couple of times, that's all. Alex again took up the mouse.
Refresh.
Nothing.
By zeros.
He is the last.
Hit.
The door cracked again, but harder, the castle almost flew out.
That's all, now one more blow, face to the floor, handcuffs, camera, court. About ten years will be given, no less, they will take away the apartment at the expense of damage, and then the rest of the days will have to wave a broom, giving half the salary to the copyright holders. "The main thing is that Roger should not be crippled," thought Alexei, picked up the gray cat in his arms and carefully put it in a box on the floor, standing next to the table.
“Well, that’s it, man, hold on without me.” Lenka will come to feed you tomorrow and will understand everything, I left her a note. If you are lucky, he will take you, the old man, to him, - having finished, Alexey closed the box lid and pushed it under the curtain.
At this time, the door was already broken with a third blow, and police berets rattled on the old parquet floor.
- The kitchen is clean!
“Well, relatively clean,” Alexey smiled to himself.
The door to the room opened, three burst into it and, swearing like shoemakers, rushed to the landlord.
He did not resist, allowed himself to fall to the floor and only grimaced when, for the sake of fidelity, they kicked him with a shoe to the side so that he would not twitch.
- Pack it and let's go. Now the guys will drive up, the equipment will be taken as evidence. - The owner of the bass was really not young.
- Well, what, he said, handsome? - “Bassed” backed up his words with one more blow of the boot, - I had to postpone the vacation because of you, a month of pain, infection.
Alexey did not care. Before he was knocked down from a chair and knocked to the floor, he managed to refresh the tracker's statistics page.
2 sid. 0 Liche.
He is not the last. “Bass” will have to postpone his vacation again.
Having watched the last episode of his favorite show, Alexei sighed heavily, leaned back in his chair and looked at his watch in the corner of the screen.
Almost midnight.
There was suspicious silence outside the window, although twenty minutes ago bluish social elements noisily washed the end of the week and the paycheck. This process was so active that most phrases could be clearly seen through an open window on the fifth floor of an old Khrushchev’s, and explosions of drunken laughter sometimes even blocked the sound coming from the speakers of the stereo system. Now it was quiet outside the window.
And Alex knew why.
Lazily reaching out, he got up from his chair and went after the cat and cigarettes.
It was a very strange cat. Picked up by a still half-blind kid near the entrance, in just a couple of years, he waved at a local alpha-cat that could even beat a shepherd. Alexei was never interested in the breed, but he was proud of the cat. Another amazing feature of his pet is his love for tobacco smoke. Apparently, the fact that at a tender age, Alexei was sitting next to him on a chair and smoking as a steam locomotive, watching the fluffy lump of life that he saved, and then picked it up and waited for the future thunderstorm of sheepdogs to fall asleep, influenced it. Now he doesn’t do this, but the cat’s reflex is entrenched: if you smell smoke, you will soon be fed. And if they don’t feed, they will stroke it, which was also good. Therefore, Alexei went looking for a cat in his small two-room apartment.
He found the animal in the washstand - the fluffy giant suffered from the summer heat and sought salvation in cool ceramics.
- Well, Roger, let's go, have a smoke on the track? - The cat did not answer, but looked at the owner quite meaningfully.
Time did not regret the animal as did Alexei. Once the gray-black muzzle acquired an ashy shade of gray hair, the cat lost weight, as if not wanting to grow fat and decrepit, like his relatives, in old age, movements became slow and lazy. He slept more and more, in the summer, mainly in the sink.
Having got a cat, Alex went to get a smoke. The pack was found in a jeans pocket.
“It’s not nice here, Roger, you have to tolerate,” said Alexey, looking into the pack and finding only one cigarette in it. - Oh well, that's enough for me.
The cat again did not tell him anything, and somewhere deep down, Alex was glad of it. He still did not have schizophrenia, although, given the situation in which he had landed, a certificate would not have prevented him.
For the third time, the lighter nevertheless fulfilled its purpose - he took a deep drag and fell into an armchair, picked up the cat in his arms and, throwing his head back, looked at the ceiling. Roger did not waste time and rubbed his head against the stubble, demanding attention.
- Well, well, why are you raising tenderness here? - Alexey said, but stroked the cat’s head, which was the size of his fist, if not more, - I suppose, you want? Sorry, there’s nothing, in the morning Lenka will come, feed her, she has keys, and she loves you, ”he said, but he didn’t stop ironing.
Another puff, the cigarette treacherously decreased every second, but there's nothing to be done about it. Alex intercepted her in his left hand, and with the right he took hold of the mouse. With a double click, he opened a simple self-made player for FLAC, from the tree of folders he selected Music, turned on the shuffle and clicked on “Play”. The sounds of the piano poured quietly from the speakers. Alexey looked at the name of the track: Vitalie Rotaru - Digital feelings .
- Never heard. But the melody is pleasant, and the moment is right. Like Roger? - And this time the cat did not answer him. He had already calmed down and settled on his feet, his legs clasped so as not to fall to the floor.
Another puff.
He heard someone under the window trying to close the car door as accurately as possible, and after a few voices. This conversation was not interesting to Alexey. Putting the track to play first and turning on the repeat, he made it louder and began to stroke Roger again. The cat purred in response to affection, so much so that his legs seemed to shake from the vibration. Or maybe they were actually shaking.
The cigarette began to burn fingers. He hastily dragged on for the last time and sent the cigarette butt into the ashtray, without even extinguishing it properly.
On the clock 00:01. Doorbell. Without even looking through the peephole, Alex knew who was standing there and what would happen next. Ignoring the "guests", he opened a fixed browser tab and updated the statistics page.
- Come on, come on. He said to himself.
Statistics met him with a familiar result for all positions, as well as the whole month before. 1 Sid, 0 Lich. The tracker was dead and he, as captain, was the last to leave his pirate ship. Thinking it might be worth stopping the distribution, Alex stroked Roger. "No, let them be."
At that time, they were already shouting at the door:
“Alexei Anatolyevich Bogdanov, open the door, police!” - the voice was young and trembling a little. “If you disobey, we will be forced to break the door!” You are accused of copyright infringement and will be taken into custody!
“What if the ciganet?” Maybe it was worth putting fighters under the windows anyway? - Business bass already belonged to someone else.
- He’s not going anywhere, the old one is already jumping from the fifth floor. The young man spoke again. - I have 1998 year of birth in my papers, it’s already forty-two, he’ll break his legs.
At this time, Roger stood up, stamped his feet and curled up in a huge fur ball.
“Hey, man, do not warm yourself very much, I will have to leave soon,” said Alexei. The cat carefully looked at the owner, and then he lowered his head to his feet and, with an expression of extreme satisfaction on his face, slowly closed his eyes.
- Discover immediately! - they have already stopped ringing and just pounded on the door. “We know you're inside; resistance is futile!”
Alex did not even move. The track "Digital feelings" began anew.
“A beautiful melody, yes, Roger?” I like.
- Break it. - I heard a young man's voice outside the door.
- Hey, Vasya, Ilya, drag a ram, look what! - the bass began to give commands. “A healthy riot policeman, probably,” thought Alexei, “interesting, maybe my peer?” And not disgusting him? ".
Judging by the tone of the bass, no, not disgusting.
“Let’s go guys, and so they wrinkled here until midnight for half an hour!
Hit. The old wooden door cracked, but the pressure stood. Just a couple of times, that's all. Alex again took up the mouse.
Refresh.
Nothing.
By zeros.
He is the last.
Hit.
The door cracked again, but harder, the castle almost flew out.
That's all, now one more blow, face to the floor, handcuffs, camera, court. About ten years will be given, no less, they will take away the apartment at the expense of damage, and then the rest of the days will have to wave a broom, giving half the salary to the copyright holders. "The main thing is that Roger should not be crippled," thought Alexei, picked up the gray cat in his arms and carefully put it in a box on the floor, standing next to the table.
“Well, that’s it, man, hold on without me.” Lenka will come to feed you tomorrow and will understand everything, I left her a note. If you are lucky, he will take you, the old man, to him, - having finished, Alexey closed the box lid and pushed it under the curtain.
At this time, the door was already broken with a third blow, and police berets rattled on the old parquet floor.
- The kitchen is clean!
“Well, relatively clean,” Alexey smiled to himself.
The door to the room opened, three burst into it and, swearing like shoemakers, rushed to the landlord.
He did not resist, allowed himself to fall to the floor and only grimaced when, for the sake of fidelity, they kicked him with a shoe to the side so that he would not twitch.
- Pack it and let's go. Now the guys will drive up, the equipment will be taken as evidence. - The owner of the bass was really not young.
- Well, what, he said, handsome? - “Bassed” backed up his words with one more blow of the boot, - I had to postpone the vacation because of you, a month of pain, infection.
Alexey did not care. Before he was knocked down from a chair and knocked to the floor, he managed to refresh the tracker's statistics page.
2 sid. 0 Liche.
He is not the last. “Bass” will have to postpone his vacation again.