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– We receive, package, deliver and sell goods.
– What kind of product? – Dimon is interested.
– What? what? Drugs!
– I do not like it. – Hardly heard says Tikhon Leshem.
Gray heard and fends.
– Good money just like that, no one anywhere gives.
In the conversation enters Leshy. Leshy constantly whistles or moos, some popular, melody. He often imitates someone’s voice.
– Do not drift. Caught, you say – I knew nothing.
Leshy imitates children’s voice. Depicts a guilty child. She says lisping.
– Uncle swung to take. Only mummy not speak, I beg.
Everybody laughs. Gray speaks without waiting for the end of laughter.
– Addicts will get the powder anyway. Not so we others will provide them. The money will be received by the one who is more courageous. Do you want to continue riding old motorbikes and be based in these ruins?
– I’m not against. – Dan agrees. – I need money. Tired of hunching for a penny.
– Earn on someone else’s problems? – Asks him Tikhon.
– My problems, for some reason, no one is interested. – Mount enters. – Why should I be interested in their problems? I, too, for. I, too, money does not interfere.
– Right. – Cheers Gray.
– For this they can plant. – Not appeasing Tikhon.
– For sure. – Dan is interfering. – Well, who will catch us? If you are afraid. Nobody holds you.
– Why should we land? – Continues to bend its line Gray. We’ll just deliver to people what they want.
Dan is spinning a key chain with keys on a string. Gray sees it and continues.
– Nobody judges sellers of ropes selling ropes to those who want to hang themselves. Right?
Dimon plays a comb like a knife, rotating the comb between his fingers. Gray shows on comb.
– And sellers of knives, do not judge for domestic murder. We just deliver the goods to the customer. We do not force him to use this powder. This is their choice. And here we are?
AT PARK
City, two-way street. On the one side of this street is a sidewalk, directly adjacent to the roadway. The pavement is separated from the roadway by a fence.
On the other side of the road is the entrance to the city park. On the landing there are gates behind which begins an alley that goes into the depths of the park. The site is fenced from lawns with a small fence. In this fence there is one opening, where the pavement adjoins the site.
On the very edge of this sidewalk, stands Fred’s motorcycle. On a motorcycle hang portraits and cartoons of famous people. Next to the motorcycle, in a folding chair, sits Fred. He is holding a tablet with paper. He paints a portrait of a girl sitting in another folding chair.
The girl is not sitting smiling. Fred turns to her.
– Smile, a serious face is not yet a sign of intelligence, all nonsense in this world is done with a serious facial expression.[1 - The words of Baron Munchhausen from Mark Zakharov’s film “That Munchhausen”, staged after the play by Gregory Gorin “The Most True”.]
– Lucky you, you know how to draw. You are talented. – Sighs a girl.
– If you repeat, a hundred times a day, – What I am not talented, how unhappy I am. Then you will become unhappy and untalented. This is called self-hypnosis.
In the conversation enters a man watching painting.
– Even if I’ve been repeating for a year, how capable and talented I am. I still can not draw anything.
– It is necessary not only to repeat. – Fred answers. – Need to draw. Draw a lot.
– How to draw, if you can not. – Man states profoundly.
– Do you drive?
– Well.
– You studied. And not born with this skill.
– Found, too, with what to compare. – Looking on the sides, and looking for support from the others, the man grins.
– Everyone can learn if they want. – Fred continues. – At first, the people you draw will be a little like people. Then it looks like people, but not those you draw. And over time, the drawings will turn out more and more similar to those whom you draw. The main thing is the desire and exercise. A lot of exercise.
Fred notices on the far side of the site, a billboard with an advertisement for an X-firm LCD monitor, flexible as a fabric.
– See, already LCD monitors similar to the fabric produced. – He thinks out loud.
A man and some passers-by turn and look towards a billboard.
At the base of the billboard, the Leshy (Goblin) sitting on a motorcycle, talking to a nondescript pedestrian guy. Looking around, they exchange something, trying to do it imperceptibly.
Suddenly from two sides, the sounds of police sirens begin to come closer. Police cars are approaching, two cars on each side of the street. Police overlap both exits from the site.
The guy standing next to the motorcyclist, begins somehow awkwardly twitching in different directions. Then, looking around, he quickly runs to the fence of the park, jumps over it, and, wagging between the trees and bushes, is lost sight of.
Motorcyclist takes off and drives towards the entrance to the central avenue of the park. Seeing that he cannot enter the park through the turnstiles, the motorcyclist does not stop, but only slows down a little, turns towards the exit from the site. Passing a little towards the police cars, and seeing that the police blocked the road tightly, he turned on the gas and turned around, leaving a black tire mark, blue smoke and the smell of burning rubber on the road. Turning around, he goes the other way, but there, too, the road is completely blocked by police cars. The policemen blocked all possible ways of driving along the road. Behind these police cars is a minibus of the TV channel “CBC”. Motorcyclist slows down and inspects the site. He notices the sidewalk adjoining the site, on which stands a crowd of passersby. He turns around, drives into the landing, and, giving a beep and a strong gas, goes straight to the crowded, on the sidewalk of passersby.
Motorcyclist approaching the crowd at high speed. Passers-by in a panic pushing each other. A man who has lost his balance pushes a girl sitting on a chair. The girl falls on the grass. Someone, in the confusion, moving backwards, stumbles on the curb and falls to the ground. Someone knocks from the hands of Fred a tablet with an unfinished portrait.
By the time the motorcyclist approached the place of drawing, the road for him (the pavement) was almost clear.
The motorcyclist, having slowed down a little, drives along the freed sidewalk. Fred sees everything happening in a very slow pace. This effect happens in the movies, when the action is shown very slowly.
Someone from the passers-by, trying to dodge the bully, is repelled by Fred’s motorcycle. From this push, Fred’s motorcycle begins to fall in front of the bully’s motorcycle. The bully is trying to dodge the motorcycle falling in his way. He pushes off the front wheel of Fred’s motorcycle. Kicking turns only one wheel. Motorcycle continues to fall. Fred’s motorcycle steering wheel is scratching the bully’s motorcycle muffler. The rope tied to the steering wheel, on which portraits and cartoons were hung, is hooked on the hooligan’s motorcycle. The rope stretches behind the hooligan’s motorcycle. The rope, breaking the pictures attached to it, breaks itself.
Motorcyclist turns from the sidewalk to the lawn. He drives through the lawn, drives down the curb on the road, far behind the police cars. On the road, the bully dramatically adds gas. From this, his bike starts to ride on the same rear wheel.
Time for Fred starts to flow at a normal pace. He looks at the torn drawings. Smiles after a bully. He quickly gets to his feet, picks up his motorcycle, jumps on it, and presses the start button. Motorcycle does not respond. Fred tries to push buttons to turn the throttle. He looks at the control knobs, sees the wires torn off.
Fred leaves the motorcycle, puts it on the stand, and begins to collect scattered pencils, sheets of paper. Raises the tablet with a torn portrait.
Police cars, standing closer to the billboard, drove up to those that stood next to the sidewalk. By this time, the car in the oncoming lane had pulled back and returned to its lane, passing colleagues. Police cars, standing at the shield, passing. Behind them passes a minibus channel “CBC”.
Police cars standing at the end of the site where Fred painted were beautifully, almost simultaneously, turning around. Turning around, they leave for their colleagues.
On the road, along the park, riding a car. The car is driven by a middle-aged man. Before him, not far ahead, wagon moves. In the oncoming lane approaching micro-truck.
At that moment, when the truck and the wagon just passed each other, through the gap between them, into the driver’s lane, a motorcycle flies at a breakneck speed.
Motorcycle does not even try to slow down. At this point, the bike seemed huge to the driver. Perhaps it was a big motorcycle. But most likely it was the effect of narrowing the field of view at the time of danger. Simply put – fear has big eyes.
Once in the oncoming lane, the rider turns sharply toward his lane. He gives in to gas, the front wheel of his motorcycle rises above the road.
In this position, he, without touching the micro-truck and the driver’s car, passes between them. Passes very accurate, not even touching the mirror.
And only at this moment, the driver, having come to his senses, presses on the brake and convulsively turns the steering wheel to the right, turning to the side of the road. There is a squeal of brakes from behind.
– These motorcyclists can’t ride normally. – The driver is outraged. – Can’t just ride. Be sure to create a dangerous situation.
The driver turns on the gear and gently starts. He does not have time to drive a few meters, as he hears the sounds of police sirens. He is met by two police cars with flashing lights on. The driver once again pressed against the curb and slows down. Having missed the cops, he again cautiously moves off. But then there are two more police cars. The driver again taxis to the curb and puts on the brake.
– Because of these motorcyclists, there is no way to drive. All motorcyclists are the same. Does a normal person get on a motorcycle? Whoever came up with this damn motorcycle. So that he failed!
Past the driver’s car passing police cars. The driver looks forward, backward. Making sure that there is no danger, he starts moving very quietly.
TRANSPARENCY
Fred rolls the bike into the workshop and puts it against the wall. He removes torn portraits and cartoons from a motorcycle. Leo is distracted from scanning the Internet encyclopedia. (the appearance of another (person) must be welcomed, the search for greetings).
– Hello how are you?
– Is it not visible? – Sadly says Fred, pointing to the damaged drawings.
At the bottom of the monitor Leo, highlighted the question and answer options. Leo has been looking for a suitable answer for a long time.
– Answer a question to a question incorrectly. – Finally, he finds the right answer.
Fred sits at the table, sits and looks at the torn drawings. He is upset. Not knowing what to do, he turns to his work computer. With a blank look, he “scrolls” the drawings on the monitor screen. A picture appears on the screen that looks a bit like the texture of the workshop wall behind the monitor. He scrolls through this drawing. Stops. Thinking. Returns to the picture, similar to the wall of the workshop. Several times he looks from the monitor to the wall and back. The face lights up.
– Eureka! A brilliant idea came! We can become invisible.
– What does invisible mean? – It is heard from the loudspeakers Leo.
– Here look.
Fred takes the camera, puts it on the monitor, with the lens on the wall.
– What do I see on the monitor? – A wall behind the monitor. Hang on the wall coordinate grid.
He takes a sheet of drawing paper and draws a grid on the paper.
Hangs paper on the monitor. Leaves from the table. He looks at the monitor and the wall behind the monitor. The grid cells on the screen are much smaller than the cells on the drawing paper hanging behind the monitor.
He takes the remote control of the camera.
– Adjust the focal length.
He presses the “increase” button. The cells on the screen begin to grow. Fred waits for the size of the cells on the screen and the size of the cells on the sheet to match. He releases his finger from the “increase” button. But late. The cells on the screen are slightly larger than the cells on a piece of paper.
He quickly presses the “decrease” button several times. Achieves a complete match of the size of the cells on the screen and on the paper.
The size of the cells coincided, but the image on the monitor screen is brighter than the wall.
Fred puts the camcorder on the table. Pick up the remote monitor.
– Adjust the brightness.
He presses the button “reduce brightness”. Monitor brightness starts to decrease. He keeps the button pressed until the brightness of the wall and the screen begins to coincide. He again misses a little. With quick and short clicks on the “increase brightness” button, he achieves a full coincidence of the brightness of the screen and the drawing paper with the coordinate grid.
On the wall, right above the monitor hangs the picture “Cubic Chess.” Fred takes a picture. In the wall there is a nail sticking out on which the picture was hanging. Fred picks up a long metal ruler from the table with a hole at one end.
– Now we will hang the pendulum and launch it to swing.
Fred hangs a ruler on a nail. It attaches a magnet from the old speaker to the lower end of the ruler. Then he pulls the lower end of the ruler to the side and releases. A ruler with a magnet on the end starts to swing like a pendulum. Fred moves away from the table and looks at the monitor.
– What do we see? The pendulum does not disappear behind the monitor. We see him constantly! We see objects and space behind the monitor, but we don’t see the insides of the monitor and the video camera.
He takes a screwdriver, and begins to unscrew the screws securing the casing (casing) of the monitor.
– It remains to remove the lining of the monitor, leaving only one “bare” LCD screen.
He puts the casing (casing) of the monitor on the floor. On the table there is only a “bare” screen. Fred looks at himself and the monitor through a mirror hanging on the opposite wall. He holds his hand between the monitor and the video camera.
– Here is the hand between the camera and the monitor, we do not see it.
He runs his hand between the camera and the wall.
– But the hand behind the camera, and we see it. Mom’s firm produces monitors that are as flexible as cloth. I will make a fairing for a motorcycle and a suit for myself out of such a monitor.
– It will be possible not only to change the color of the color, but also to be not visible. It will be necessary to prepare several options for coloring. All ingenious is simple! Well, who then will say that I am not a follower of Leonardo da Vinci?
GARAGE OF THE GANG
