Ignat shrugged his shoulders and said with a grin, "I promise nothing." 13.

March 12, 2024.

– Ignat, my friend, hold on tight. This story claims to be the craziest of all," I began, sipping orange juice in

the hope that vitamin C would restore my brain activity at least a little. —Yes, it has something to do with my birthday, and yes, there are goblins involved. From the sewer. Don't ask me how it happened.

Ignat, as always, settled into an armchair with interest. – Every time I think about whether you can surprise me. Tell me."

– Anyway, in honor of my birthday, my friends decided to have a "Back to the 90s" themed party. Imagine acid

colors, rave music, and a bunch of food that I'm sure was

discontinued long ago. Naturally, alcohol was necessary. And yes, I went a little overboard with the Turbo Hedgehog cocktail, a nuclear blend of energy drinks and Blue Curaçao liqueur.

Ignat grimaced. – It sounds in your repertoire.

14.

– Dangerous is an understatement. By midnight, I was sure that I was a live disco myself. I danced breakdancing on the table, rapped about tamagotchi and tried to convince

everyone that pagers were back in fashion. At some point, it seemed to me that the party lacked a real underground. And then I came up with a brilliant idea.

I paused to gather my courage. – I suggested that everyone move… to the sewers.

Ignat coughed. "Into the sewer?" Are you taking the pills that your doctor prescribed for you?

– Absolutely. Intoxicated, it seemed to me that this was the perfect place for a rave. Damp, dark, dirty – real

hardcore! To my surprise, some of my friends supported

me. Apparently, the Turbo Hedgehog didn't just affect me.

I sighed. – We found the nearest manhole and went downstairs to the general shouts of "Yes, bitches!" Of course, after arming yourself with flashlights and a portable speaker with techno music.

15.

Ignat grinned. – Sewer rave. It sounds like the beginning of a bad horror movie. – It was, but with a comedic touch. Imagine me and my friends in acid suits dancing to techno in sewage

streams. The smell, of course, was peculiar, but we tried not to pay attention to it. And then… We saw him.

I lowered my voice. – In the light of a flashlight, something looking at us from the darkness. It was small and green, w pointed ears and an evil grin. A real goblin!

Ignat, trying to hold back his laughter, clenched his teeth, gr – That's a twist!

– At first I thought it was a hallucination. But the goblin w enough. He was standing with his arms crossed over his ches

clearly wasn't thrilled with our party. "What are you doing h he growled in a raspy voice similar to that of a smoking wom

her fifties. "You've clogged the entire sewer system with presence!"

It turns out that the goblins have their own sewer system that works like a subway. And in general, all our ideas

about sewage are wrong, they are the real masters here.

And they really don't like it when tourists invade their system. Especially with a rave.

16.

– I tried to explain to him that it was just a holiday and we didn't want to offend anyone. But he didn't seem to

understand raves and themed parties very well. He started waving his arms and threatening us with some spells.

"And what did you do?" Ignat asked impatiently.

– In a fit of friendliness, I offered him a Turbo Hedgehog.

And, to my surprise, he agreed! After a couple of sips, the goblin relented. He started dancing to techno and even tried to sing along. True, his singing was more like the screams of a cat being strangled, but that's the details.