Red Star

Chapter 4

I didn't get any tasks to go to the store from my mother, so after school I immediately went home to sum up the day.

The results were completely unexpected. Unexpected, first of all, for me. The point is, I DIDN't TAKE IT SERIOUSLY! The fact that at home, with my mother, was only slightly manifested, at school it was fully manifested. I was not able to perceive everything that was happening around me as REAL life... I saw an exciting adventure, a half-dream, a game... Even an espresso study of algebra and geometry, and forced "remembering" what congruence and linear function are, could not spoil the impression of "playing with absolute immersion"!

"In fact, "I thought as I walked home along the street, which was well cleared of snow and ice, "this may create significant problems for me in the very near future, since such a" game"attitude will lead to an uncritical assessment of my own and other people's behavior, and then serious mistakes are just around the corner."

However, what can threaten me? If I don't start telling you that I have a future consciousness inside me, then I won't be in a madhouse. What else? Well, if I do not violate the criminal Code of the RSFSR, then I will not face prison either.

There can only be one problem, and it is the most dangerous, precisely because of its absolute unacceptability for me, namely, to live a second life as incompetently as the first. Not to do something outstanding for people, for your country, for YOURSELF, finally ... to Live not bright, not interesting, with fear of any consequences... That is, the second life should be treated just like this - without fear, without doubt, as an adventure that should be exciting and exciting!

- "Mdya, that's what I thought: this is not a game-behave more seriously, it's all bullshit, play and let it be what it will be ..." Unity of opposites, mother! The truth, of course, is somewhere in the middle.

Such a Frank discord in my thoughts did not prevent me from looking with interest at the places where I was going home. Although, frankly, there wasn't much to see. Everything was kind of gray, or something... Gray houses, dirty snow, apparently recently there was a thaw, rare carcasses of cars parked in the yards were also dirty and dreary. And nothing disturbed this monotonous grayness, there were no brightly dressed people, no neon advertising, no flashing lights of entertainment venues.

"Okay! If the present life doesn't want to entertain me, then I'll figure out how to entertain it myself!"- I decided optimistically and, from an overabundance of strength and health, I ran the short rest of the way home.

Near the entrance, I almost ran into a very pretty brown-haired woman in a dark half-coat and a white fur hat.

- "Hello, Vitya." - said the girl - " are you coming from school?"

"Hi," I said pleasantly, not caring that I had no idea who the pretty girl was,"from school, what about you?" The girl was 19-20 years old and the chosen manner of communication seemed to me adequate.

- "I'm from the Institute, the teachers are sick and they let me go so early today!" my companion replied with a smile. During the conversation, we entered the entrance and began to climb the stairs.

"Ha, what beautiful teeth you have and a smile that is necessary and the whole peach!" - cheekily, but, of course, to myself, I appreciated the girl. There was no Elevator in the house built in the late 30s, and we walked up the stairs together.

- "What a shame!" - I decided to laugh - "both were released early, it's time to go sit in some restaurant, listen to music, drink champagne, but I have an important event planned for today: I will spend the whole evening thinking about how to conquer the world." - this phrase I said in a serious and measured tone, with a completely unperturbed expression on my face. The girl looked at me quizzically at first, then laughed merrily, a clear and pleasant laugh.

"You won't be offended with me, will you?" - I continued to develop success - " conquering the world is a serious thing and requires full concentration." I looked at her questioningly.

"No offense!"Yes," she said, smiling. By this time we had reached the third floor and she stopped at the door of the apartment directly below ours, and that's when I remembered who she was and even her name!

This was the daughter of our neighbor, with whom my mother often talked, and her name was Irina! Mom and neighbor periodically ran to each other, to borrow a neighbor, then salt, then bread, etc.and IRIN's father was a quiet drunk-hard worker, her parents were divorced, but they all lived together, in a two-room apartment, like ours. Such are the grimaces of developed socialism!

- "That's nice, don't be offended" - I continued my chatter - " now I'll quickly sort out the world and next week we'll go to a restaurant, do you agree?!"- smiling, I looked at the girl who also listened to me with a smile and at the same time looked for the keys to the apartment in her bag.

"And where will you get the money for the restaurant, boyfriend? My mother?! she found the keys and looked at me quizzically as she unlocked the door.

- "Irochka, when I solve the question of conquering the world, do you think that the problem of money will concern me?" I tried to put a condescending expression on my immature face. The girl laughed again.

"Yes, I missed that!"

"That's it," I said, " and if the money question is settled, then we'll consider it settled. We're going to a restaurant next week, okay?! I stared at Irina. She nodded, smiled at the funny little boy, and said:

"Well, good-bye then!"

I bowed and put my hand to my lips and blew her a kiss. This caused a new burst of laughter and the door closed behind the beauty!

"How did I not notice when I was a child that such a beautiful girl lived nearby?I thought as I went up to my fourth floor.

Irina was of medium height, with short hair and a great athletic figure. The face is very pretty, clearly defined bright lips without lipstick and a neat straight nose. I have already mentioned beautiful teeth and a charming smile.

***

When I went into the apartment, changed clothes after school, and warmed up my mother's lunch in the kitchen,I did exactly what I told Irina. I thought about how to conquer the world! Heh...

- 'Well, really, how?'

Actually, no new options came to mind. There were three of them, and there were still three.

The first option is to somehow find yourself in the West and, with the help of an IPhone, start milking the world's exchanges. There are four clearly visible problems: how to get to the West, how to get initial capital, how to play on the stock exchange as a child, and how to do all this together with your mother? Grandfather will not go for sure, even if there were no problems with it. If I become the master of money, I will become the master of the world. Well, if someone doesn't rip my head off along the way, such a brilliant and fatal Greyhound.

The second option is to live in the Union, grow up calmly, gain the necessary knowledge and meet 'perestroika and glasnost' fully armed, literally and figuratively. Cooperative speculation, sale of state assets, collateral auctions, Bank scams, the GKO market, a-la 'MMM' firms, buying up the oil and gas sector, corruption of the highest echelon of power. Finally, their own private security Companies and' their ' bandits, a trip to the state Duma and to the President. Plus the same risk of a head being torn off, a limousine exploding, or a sniper bullet-underline the point.

The third option is the most vague: somehow save the country, somehow protect your people from impending blood and sliding to b********y, and somehow live well yourself. Tearing off the head and with this option, no one even thought to cancel!

The first and second options could be combined very organically. The third could also try to complete a combination of the first two, such as:' the Messiah ' arrives in a devastated country and spends his billions to save the dying homeland and people.

Cbms... Despite eating, at this moment, delicious potato patties with mushroom gravy, I grimaced. It's not easy... All right, we'll solve problems as they come in. But here everything is easier, at least with the setting of tasks.

No matter how selfish and unheroic it is, first of all, I would just like to live well on my own, and not experience material and other difficulties. In the Soviet Union, this is a non-trivial task. There's nothing to do in crime. Due to beliefs, age, and institutions such as the interior Ministry and the KGB! So you need to become a legally rich person. The question is how?

You can become a writer and 'write' other people's books. For example, science fiction... Science fiction in the Soviet Union has always been scarce, Strugatsky is not a hindrance to me, I have all the libraries of the world at my disposal,and I can figure out how to add the right ideological gravy to any work. At the same time, I will become at least a real co-author to the writers I robbed from the future. In this matter, the moral aspect was clearly not going to torment me! Nothing, the guys are talented, they wrote something good once and will be able to do it again.

Oops! Then it hit me... I dropped my half-finished tea and trotted to my Desk. Under it was a box of toys: soldiers, a radio-controlled car, Board games, etc. In the chessboard, wrapped in an old pioneer tie, was my "artifact of omnipotence" - Apple's iPhone 6 .

First of all, and frankly, for the hundredth time during my stay in this time, I checked the signal. The Wi-Fi antenna icon was made up of a full three stripes, which means the signal is strong and stable! I called Google and typed in the search box :' how to legally become rich in the Soviet Union?'.

Fuck ... 3 million responses...

- 'What the same problems we have with you, dear comrades!'- I thought, and began to carefully study the fruit of collective wisdom.

In the evening of the same day, after watching the program "Time" and for the first time, at this time, talking on the phone with my own grandfather, I lay in bed and tried to make sense of my current 4-hour Internet surfing.

Basically, the array of information that I was able to view concerned Soviet "shopkeepers", Caucasian speculators in flowers and citrus fruits, employees of stores, bases and catering. A separate group included Soviet and party workers from the republics of Central Asia. Well, every criminal act of the type of robbers, swindlers, Cathal, money changers, speculators, etc. For obvious reasons, none of these groups could be my choice.

Of the more or less realistic and acceptable options, there were only two ways to get money quickly: win the lottery or find a treasure. It was not difficult to find the winning combinations of Sportloto on the Internet for 1978 and subsequent years.

But what a crunch of a bummer! The maximum prize was only 9456 rubles. Mdya... I bought a Lada and you suck my paw again. And then the car in the queue still have to stand for several years. And the second win will attract so much attention to me that the third will not be there. No, " we will go the other way, comrades."

A long study in the Internet of the topic of treasures also did not inspire much optimism. Almost all information was limited to "specifics" such as: "in one of the apartments of the house on Pupkin street, gold coins were found..." or "during repairs, builders stumbled...". Why this was done is clear, write to journalists that "behind the old fireplace in the house number 5 on Pupkin street, gold-diamonds were found" and the next day gambling citizens will disassemble this house number 5 and all the fireplaces in the city! This is probably why, in the numerous articles and stories about treasures that I found on the Internet, the exact location of the treasure was never indicated. I'm sad...

Yes, I know where to get more than $ 30 billion. Ten billion on the island of Robinson, near Chile-there is looted Inca gold, discovered in 2005. And another 22 billion in India, in the lower corridors of the Sree Padmanabhaswami temple. What's the use?! No matter how many "Sree", my children's hands can't reach this money in any way.

I already knew my financial situation fairly well. They give me 40 kopecks a day for pocket money. School lunch costs 26 kopecks, a ticket of this value I bought in the school buffet, and went to the distribution in the dining room to change it for soup, hot and compote. On the remaining 14 kopecks could "shikanut" in the same buffet. Chic was usually realized in juice and cheesecake with jam. And what a delicious, b***h, cheesecake! But it's only 40 kopecks!!!