Game of Tag. Fantasy. Julia Syanova

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      “This development is closely connected with other works of this company, with genetic modulations, with the medicine development, and, of course, with the novelty – the information carrier AOUA FLASH. In general, all their developments are interconnected with the discovery of the ‘memory of water.’ They produced a programmed liquid crystal substance.”

      “Su-u-y-u’, – a loud nasty sound, when you drink from the straw to the last drop. “Roma, I know, of course, that you are a fan of new gadgets, but you start talking almost in Japanese.”

      “I do not know Japanese. Come on! I do not want to be like my father, a f……financier; I always wanted to be an engineer. Hehhh…”

      Well, they created “smart water’, and then in the course of the experiment, or, perhaps, accidentally someone left a rotten apple in a flask with such water. And what happened, how do you think?

      “An apple turned into a tree?”

      “No. The apple remained an apple. But absolutely fresh apple, not rotten.”

      “Come on, cut the crap! I don’t believe you! If this was true, everyone would be already running to their office in order to smash it and get a litre for each person.”

      “Serega, this water cannot be used for food. It is literally technical. This is all true; my father was present at the demonstration for the exclusive people. He also invested a large amount in this garbage of the future.”

      “You mean, if you lie for a while in such a ‘Robe’ – like an apple, you will become pink and fresh, won’t you?”

      “I did not say that. But who said that an apple genetically is only a little simpler than human. And, besides, my father is dreaming of rejuvenating and is not playing games, though he was one of the first to order AOUA Robe.”

      “Grandfather!” The apples of Sergei’s eyes widened and he realized what was happening.

      “Holy Hell! I was thinking it would not happen!”

      The waitress smiled, she had already decided to leave her room to that redhead one. After all, she realized that he was the son of one of the richest people in this country.

      There was a sound in the reception office; someone was knocking on the door.

      “Come in!” Marina said, she just wanted to drink coffee, but, apparently, she had to do it later.

      A heavy armoured door opened and two students entered.

      “Hmm, I know them. King and beggar! That’s how a Japanese teacher called them.”

      “Marina Artemovna, is the rector in?”

      “Yes, Romochka, he did not go out after the meeting. Are you on a private matter?” she tried to be as polite as possible because she was aware of the complicated relationship of this redhead person’s father and Misha.

      “Then shall we come in?”

      “First I shall warn him.” She picked up the phone and started speaking.

      The phone started to thrum again. The rector was now ready to kill his secretary because the headache was just started to weaken. And this sound went through his brain like a blunt knife.

      “Hello!” he almost shouted.

      “Michael… erm, Vladimirovich, students are waiting for you, Roma Babitsky and…” She covered the phone handset with a perfectly manicured hand and whispered: “What is your name?”

      “Kravtsov Sergey, the third year student, Department of economics and management.”

      “And Kravtsov Sergey, the third year student, shall I let them in?”

      “Yes.”

      Reactor’s hands were sweaty. It seems like a cold wind blew from all sides.

      “What does he want from me?”

      He sat down in his chair, straightened his tie and reached for a glass of water, his throat dried out instantly. At that moment the door opened and two students entered. He knew one of the students, and at the same time, he was trying to avoid the second one with every fibre of his being as long as possible.

      “Good day, Mikhail Vladimirovich! We wanted to receive our lottery tickets.”

      “Hello, Roma! Doesn’t the group leader have your tickets?”

      “There is a big queue,” the red-haired, impudent Jew answered.

      “Oh, yes, of course.” The rector dialled the number and after waiting a few seconds said: “Bring two tickets to my office now.”

      And hung up. He had to crack a smile at the guys and keep being polite.

      “Sit down, please. Coffee or tea?”

      No. Thanks, we have just had lunch,” Sergey hastened to respond. Knowing Roma, he would definitely drink both coffee and tea, and brandy from the safe.

      “Then please settle down, now they will bring you the tickets.”

      Sergey was in this office for the first time. It should be noticed, there was quite a spacious apartment with large windows. Many indoor fruit trees. A large “meeting’ table and ten chairs with backrests.

      “Sergey, have you decided to finish your studies at the Faculty of Economics?”

      “Yes.” “It is strange that he asked that.”

      “I remember three years ago during the admission you showed brilliant results in chemistry, engineering, physics and higher mathematics. Any fashionable technical faculty would be ready to admit you.”

      “I wanted to study in the Faculty of Economics.” It is not easy giving an explanation to everyone that I am here only thanks to a grant.”

      The office door was opened and one of the lecturers entered.

      He carried two transparent bags in his hands, inside which two white chips were seen.

      “Mikhail Vladimirovich, here it is, as you asked.”

      “Thanks, Anatoly, you can go.”

      The lecturer hurried to leave the office.

      “Here are your tickets.”

      “Thank you! Shall we be going?” Roma could not wait to try his fate!

      Five minutes later, in a car parked not far from the building; the guys unwrapped the packages and looked at the chips.

      “What do you think?” Sergei asked.

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