Valerianich woke up in a cold sweat. He clearly remembered all the nightmare he dreamed, which had so treacherously climbed into him already in the very morning.

“Well, foolishness,” the thought flashed through, “it doesn’t give a normal sleep.”

He rolled over and tried to fall asleep again. But at that moment a heavy blow fell on his head, and he realized that he was leaving this world forever.

In the morning, the doctors at the Vorkuta zone stated that in prison hut number six, three prisoners had died from a cerebral hemorrhage. None of them had relatives or relatives, so the management of the area decided to bury them in the prison cemetery near the quarry.

Further events began to develop with incredible speed! Everything, suddenly, returned to the beginning of the road. Language, still not understanding anything, felt how it grows dumb. The head of the Navigator began to grow in size. All those present at the same time heard a vibrating sound: - If you begin to understand something, do not tell anyone, do not ...

Aaa, now I have interested you! Well, finally, in your mouth, you Sneeze-Puff, as Sanya Karetny says! Then rest, sleep, and I will dare you in a dream as we plow through space. This is what we call a cosmic-autogenic training session. You sleep, and I entertain you from the other end of the universe.

- Do you realize, finally, that the visible part of your material world is very narrowed by you? And that in fact, you are not lowered and not superman. You are nobody. You live in this world to make choices for yourself. And you go in this life is always on the border.

Why? Yes, because her election slogans are good. Here, for example - I offer all the weapons in the state to change to porn tapes. What is bad? Although, this is a small digression. Ask for what? - Language again winked at everyone.

- First, in order to show you that everything in this world is relative; and secondly, to make the binding at the place and time.

At this time, all parts of the Navigator’s body, having already relaxed, laughed at the improvisation of the Language, which, of course, gave the greatest pleasure to himself. Only one cerebellum frowned and twisted his ornate head, then quickly and nervously in different directions, then, suddenly, convulsively and to the very stop just to the right, right, right.

Everything is fine, the right hemisphere burst out laughing, there is an attachment. Russia is your mother!

- Cum, Language, rest! Only one eighth of the land on this fucking planet! Losses will be even less than the allowable rate, only twelve percent.

“But after this disassembly, she will stop at nothing,” the little Black Hole decided this way at the very moment when she knew about the evil plans of her friends from the very first words.

Especially she hated the huge black hole nicknamed Epidercia. Epidermisia was her main rival and, according to everything, she had already been very skillfully weaving a thread of secret intrigues against Kroshka. The little one even guessed what the old junk was hoping for secretly, but she didn’t want to voice it out loud.

Now she had to pass this exam and exit the battle as a winner. For this, Kat, as always, prepared her latest development called Navigator. Practically, it was a piece of Little Kat herself whom she could part with absolutely painlessly. The loss of even a hundred of such particles did not promise Little Trouble. The black hole was able to recover its energy reserves in a very short time. But, nevertheless, she always treasured Navigators, and there was not yet such a case that the latter would not return back to her after completing the assignment.