Choreomania (story)

Andrei Valerievich put aside the project. The proofreading was over, and the feeling of uncertainty gradually gave way to fatigue.

“They’ll screw up anyway, how to drink, they’ll fuck up,” he thought. - The country is “universal higher”, and the principle of the construction of a refrigerator for most is a mystery, and each installer has his own idea about which side to fix the part. Murphy's law nationwide is scary. But even worse, when it turns out that the error was in the project. The hard worker will be deprived of the prize, the engineer will be eaten alive. The most annoying thing is that the implementation problem casts a shadow over all the bureaus. Claims, proceedings, examination. We will then explain to the whole team why we did not design this beam so that it could be secured only in the only right position. And if, God forbid, sacrifices? In this damn bridge, only 16 kinds of tension cables are used. You can lay a double or triple margin of safety, you can provide for the destruction of one or two supports, but human error is a poorly predictable thing. For that matter, in any large project, mistakes are almost inevitable, and everyone desperately needs such a volatile factor as luck. Moreover, these wiseacres from state acceptance, they strive to turn everything upside down. The State Commission is, of course, difficult, but let it be better. At least, there will be someone to point the finger at, although the extremes will still turn out to be us. ”

He got up from the table and sauntered into the living room. On the way, he looked in the mirror and turned away with displeasure. He put his hand in the pocket of the jacket hanging on the hanger, fished out the mobile and, suddenly changing his mind, went to the balcony. It was getting dark outside, the sky covered with clouds brought the night darkness closer even faster. After a couple of minutes and considering that he had breathed enough, Andrei dialed the chef's phone.

- Valar Morgulis! - rang out in a tube.
- Valar dohaeris.
- Andrey, you are a scoundrel! Already looked, or what?
- No, I didn’t look. All day, like a Pai-boy, he disassembled project documentation. I am calling you to inform you that a couple of minor corrections were not worth all these works. But now it's over, and I'm going to rest. And before turning off the phone and diving into watching the new series, I ask: what else have we forgotten?
“They didn’t forget anything, but I wanted to ask you this.” The contractor and I consulted and decided that it would be nice to invite the priest to the opening. Or maybe on the laying of the first stone. This is now a common practice ...
- I understand. It would be nice to sprinkle the project itself, ”added Andrei sarcastically.
- So I decided to ask you. Come in, be kind, to the church, it’s close to you there, talk with the priest to have a ceremony, and let them at the same time indicate the price. And we will immediately include it in the estimate, so that later we don’t pay out of pocket.
“Okay, I'll come in before work tomorrow.” If that's all, then I'm disconnected.
“Until tomorrow,” said the chief and, as usual, was the first to hang up.

Andrei Valerievich, put the phone in his trouser pocket and, looking a little more at the golden dome of the Church of the Blessed Virgin Mary, visible above the roofs of neighboring buildings at a distance of a crossbow shot, resolutely headed to the TV.

A puddle crawled along the baseboard, threatening to seep under the linoleum and cause indignation of the neighbors from below. Larisa Ivanovna collected water with a towel and squeezed it into a bucket. Apparently, a considerable part of it was behind the culprit of the emergency - a Samsung two-chamber refrigerator, and, therefore, was out of reach. “Here is an infection,” thought Larisa, wielding a towel. - Why these things never break during working hours? Why now, when shops and workshops are already closed? However, he probably broke in the morning, I just noticed it only now and only because I stepped into a puddle, ”she corrected the line of her reasoning. - But it is not important. What could possibly happen to him? Freon is over? ”

She gently patted the refrigerator on the freezer door. Then, thinking, she hit her fist. Samsung was silent and hung with magnets brought from Sharm el-Sheikh, resembled the sarcophagus of the pharaoh. “Tomorrow morning you will need to call the master. And now it is necessary to take emergency measures. Get the stew at least. And the freezer! ” She opened the door and set an empty pan under peppy drops. Water had to be collected again. Having finished and having finished the stew, she washed the dishes and took out a stack of notebooks. The evening promised to be long: it was necessary to check the laboratory work of five 9th graders for the ability to determine the gametes and genotypes of offspring. She managed to check part of the work at school, but still the stack remained impressive. It would be much more convenient to carry out the control sequentially, and not on the same day, but the children created the operational channel “VKontakte”, and the answers to the same tasks appeared there almost instantly. In addition, it was necessary to approach the control with an eye on the Internet, pre-checking questions and tasks for search queries, which did not simplify the work of the teaching staff. The meaning of control in the era of the Internet was gradually transformed from ownership of material to knowledge of technology, and, as a result, the quality of the answers of the child writing it was very different from the answers of the same child at the blackboard. “And ask them what great houses participated in the battle of Chernovodnaya - they will answer without hesitation. However, perhaps this is not the case or not only this. A generation that has grown without the Internet is scared of GMOs to death and believes that a tomato from a supermarket is crossed with a rat, - then she looked at the refrigerator door, hung with magnets with images of Egyptian gods, from one of which the holographic Anubis winked playfully at her. “And if we assume the existence of rat-tomato, then the jackal man does become something taken for granted.”

Having returned home from the ecological supermarket, Alevtina Alexandrovna immediately turned on the computer. After making sure that the BTC and LTC courses were practically unchanged, and therefore her intervention was not required, she went into the kitchen to sort out the grocery bags, make herself a fortified cocktail and at the same time figure out what to bring with her on tomorrow's trip. Alevtina had planned to visit the old woman Afrosya for more than a week, but the dances of the main cryptocurrencies kept her within the guaranteed Internet access. BitMakler is far from Forex (with which there were also problems at one time), and now the stakes were too high, so to be out of reach of the network even for several hours meant an unjustified risk. She, of course, will take with her a tablet and a mobile phone, but Afrosya lives in such a hellish wilderness that they are there, most likely will not work. Almost everyone warned about this at the forum. In terms of marketing, this, of course, was the right move. Whisper grandmothers cannot live in cities. They are supposed to walk in black shawls, brown woolen dresses, forbid themselves to take pictures and dwell in rickety huts. Even if they willingly accept “gifts” in bitcoins as a visit. Magic and technology are intertwined in accordance with Clark’s third law, which states that any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. Even if they willingly accept “gifts” in bitcoins as a visit. Magic and technology are intertwined in accordance with Clark’s third law, which states that any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. Even if they willingly accept “gifts” in bitcoins as a visit. Magic and technology are intertwined in accordance with Clark’s third law, which states that any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

Suppose, - thought Alevtina, - I imagine how the exchange works, but at the same time I can’t imagine how bitcoin works; a person who understands how cryptocurrencies are arranged has very vague ideas, for example, about astronomy and so on. As a result, despite the fact that together we are carriers of very specific scientific knowledge, each of us individually resides in the new Middle Ages.
So. The stop-loss function is configured. There are products, a dress, sneakers, sunglasses, sunblock ... Everything is packed since yesterday. She looked into the planner. It remains to throw everything in the trunk, and tomorrow morning you can leave. On the way, you will still need to call in the church and buy a dozen candles for the ceremony. Having picked up the ipod and downloaded googlemaps, Alevtina paved the route from the garage to the Afrosya hut. After a short thought, she added the Church of the Blessed Virgin Mary, which was nearby, to the route. So. Now you need to go to the church’s website, check the work schedule and you can relax. A few minutes later, she sat in a chair and switched to the World of Warcraft tab.

The range hood was buzzing somehow particularly mournfully. Martin Alekseevich carefully poured the contents of the centrifuge into bottles, sealed it, washed the centrifuge itself and the tools, and wiped it off with a paper towel. The work could be considered finished when all the hydrazine residues disappeared into the sewer. Only after that he took off his gas mask, rubber gloves and turned off the ventilation. Still later, he filled six full-liter bottles into a container and put it in the refrigerator. Having left the laboratory and locked it, he climbed the stairs to the residential part of his mansion. From behind the living room door came the clang of swords, then there was a dying scream and the neighing of a horse that had lost its rider. Martin Alekseevich turned the doorknob and entered. The dog was sitting on a chair, stretched along the string, and seemed to be waiting for his appearance. The left half of his face was disfigured by a burn scar left from the time of the first Chechen campaign, where he served as a tanker. The dog almost instantly stopped watching and, turning, cast a questioning look at him.

“Everything is ready,” said Martin Alekseevich. - Let it stand for another two hours in the refrigerator, after that you can pick it up. But keep in mind: Astrolit G is a perishable product. After 5 days, the warranty is removed. - He grinned wryly.
- That's thanks. The X-term is tomorrow, I can return the 4 days warranty as a bonus, - the Dog joked. - Will we check?
- Of course. But later. In the meantime, tell me why the church was chosen as the object this time?
- It's simple. Yellow Dvija says that breaking the wheel of samsara and thereby free sinners can be done anywhere, just do it suddenly and quickly enough. But why not consider a fallback? In most religions, a believer killed during prayer automatically falls into his version of paradise. So why not play it safe? And besides, do not show respect for the lost? This time. Well, two - crowding and crowd density plus closed space facilitate the task and enhance the effect.
“It is logical,” said Martin Alekseevich.
“Are you familiar with formal logic?” Asked the Dog.
Martin Alekseevich shook his head.
- Not. My head is busy with other things. She is like the attic of which the famous detective spoke, in which everyone strives to drag in more rubbish. But I try not to. Maybe my toolkit is simple, but it is in perfect order. My business is chemistry, brother.
“I like that approach, Professor.” Therefore, I will not load you with unnecessary details. Did you say two more hours?
- Yes. - Martin Alekseevich moved the second chair and, turning it back to the screen, sat on top of it, putting his hands on the back and dropping his chin on them. - What did you watch? Last season?
- Yes, a couple more episodes remain. - The dog again sat on a chair and pressed the “play” button. “Just two hours ...”