«Hand…»

The major does not have time to duplicate his order, because Christ’s logic comes into play: «And what do you look at the bough in your brother’s eye, but do you not feel the log in your eye?» I don’t know if the major had time to feel it, but the «beam» of my blade sticks out in his eye. Very small the tail sticks out: the rest is already «permeating the space», taking the next client into the past.

Beyond the time limit, I cannot allow his companions to even be taken aback properly. Therefore, the «shots» follow, one after the other. And one after another my clients in ironed uniforms are falling to the ground. I am not Hercules in part of the musculature and not Bruce Lee in the field of martial arts. But on the part of «call in the eye» – I am a little bit of Robin Hood. I will not say that, like him, I will split the blade with a blade, but at five paces I will not give the slip, as they used to say in Pushkin’s times! Well, here is a talent I have one! I would have to fight for gold at the Olympics – and, I understand, I am fighting for the truth at my place of residence! But I take my job professionally – not worse than the Olympians. I respect clients «for the whole ten», otherwise I would be guaranteed a completely different one from their side!

So it’s done. To admire the still life – here, really, that’s strictly: «dead nature»! – I am busy. And so the saved moments I spend, or rather, invest in a circular review, as I was once taught both in the soldiers and in the students. The review pleases with the desired «presence of absence»: no one in sight. I hope, and me too. I return the knife to my pocket and mentally I spit with clients. It’s time to tackle the issue of an alibi: after all, for the third time I am «giving a tip to myself».

I giving a farewell glance at foreign cars. A hot wave of desire rises within me, because I want them all to burn to the ground! I have a specific desire. Because I «greet»… more precisely, «welcome» not only «motorists», but also cars. Optimization of the car would have caused me no more regrets than the optimization of their owners. And regrets about optimizing the owners I have no more, than regrets about crushed cockroaches. It is more appropriate to say, that it is desirable to consider the optimization of a car «in one package» with the optimization of their owners. And I would have done it if it were not for a whole bunch of «but».

On the one hand, cars, like, and nothing to do. But the whole thing is what a car! A normal citizen can see such a car… only on the pedestrian path in the place of residence. This car is an exclusive for the «owners of life»! And he will pass by inheritance to the next «owner». Hence: the absence of exceptions for the owner excludes them for his «iron horse», the one, that is, albeit unwittingly, but a means of violating traffic rules. The one that is of noble origin is intended solely for violations.

So what: sorry nothing. In the sense of: not about anyone, except myself: I don’t have time for «extra services». And there is no it because there is no magic wand! This is one thing: to wave the wand – and «here it was – and no!» And quite another thing is the world without wizards, especially in conditions of hard time trouble. And the distraction to unscheduled volume is what is, and a departure from the principles. For my claims to the «gland» are mediated through the «living organism». But I am not only not the avenger, but not luddit. Therefore, my glance is filled with bitterness, but the thought is sober: to leave without fireworks! Especially since «representatives of the alibi» were waiting for me – those, who are destined to give it to me.