The year 2008 from the Nativity of Christ.
Semyon woke up from the bright light that hit his eyes. Through the loosely closed curtains on the window, pierced the sharp rays of the spring sun and fell right on his face. He jumped out of bed, opened the heavy curtains and was horrified - the day was in full swing. On both sides of the avenue, then slowing down, then accelerating, stretched endless lines of cars, next to them on the sidewalks, like tireless ants, people were constantly coming back and forth. The life of the big city was running its course. And not only people. Not paying the slightest attention to the obnoxious noise of the street, somewhere nearby, invisible sparrows without tiring, chirping their simple songs. Completed the picture of the day the sun, which gave everyone warmth and light today, without any mercy. From a dream Semen even thought that it shines so dazzlingly brightly (in many millions and billions of candles) that it is simply impossible to hide from its rays. No curtains can save from such a sun," Semyon thought with a sigh. - It is today, with the delivery of RA-domain for all, just dazed.
So, I'm already late for classes at the institute," Semyon understood, and immediately, of course, the question arose: "Why did he oversleep today? The answer to the traditional morning question was found very quickly, literally in a second, when he felt that in the mouth of the cat we ... and his head rings like a telegraph pole in the wind. Yes, the hangover is a serious thing. It's better not to wake up at all...
The next question wasn't new: why did he get so drunk last night? And after him, others began to appear: on what occasion? With whom?
Very vaguely remembered some fragments of night-time fun: music, dancing, a sea of cocktails and strangers, without special complexes, girls, whom they met there in the club ... "Girls - it's good! - with a light, warm irony, immediately ran into my head. - It would be nice to remember what they were celebrating there? And most importantly, how did they get there? ... I remember some young guy brought him to the club ... Or did he bring this guy there himself?
The picture of the last party, in Semen's head, was infinitely vague, chaotic and in a mosaic, he understood, did not add up in any way.
To begin with, it would be good to remember who the guy was, where and how he met him. Slipping memories of sparkling sparks, like a strobe at a dance yesterday, began to flash in Semyon's head.
"It seems that his name was Grisha, - with an incredible gritting of disordered logic has earned the thought and began to prompt him further: - And we have got acquainted with him ... in a reader. I went there because I had a course worker on fire and urgently needed to... I don't remember what I had to... That's where I met Grisha. He was a postgraduate student from the university and he helped me with this... courseware (well, I remember that!), we started the courseware in the reader and finished it at my house. Grigory knows what to do, just Ace. After that, it seems, we had a little toast to acquaintance, then a little more, and then, of course, as white people, decided to celebrate it in time for the club. That's where we met these "world" girls. Probably... But again, I don't remember exactly", - the memories in my head did not want to line up in a more or less plausible direction. So, why did he get so drunk yesterday and why did he wake up alone this morning? Didn't anyone want to warm his frozen young body at all tonight? I remember that he made a lot of effort not to be alone at night.
My head itself, without any help in the form of "morning care" or at least a small, can of beer, to remember yesterday's fun refused and unpretentious, but persistently reminded: drink less! Sema was, of course, not a nerd and rested from tedious learning more than once, and, sometimes, on a large scale. Life is life, and especially student life... But by the way, he knew why he needed to study. And he studied. And not bad at all. And in his spare time, he worked part-time, sometimes even on two jobs at once. Though, of course, nothing human was alien to him at all... But, it's a lyricism, it's good to remember what happened yesterday. If there were girls, then why did he wake up alone today: after the club, they all went to his house together to continue the fun... Then there was a complete failure in his memory. On the back, like a severe burn, a chilling cold of anticipation slipped through. "Carried away?! - A terrible guess came to light. Semyon began to look around feverishly...
"No, everything seems to be in place... even my favorite socks are "standing" under the chair... But some laptop is lying on the table... I remember I didn't have a laptop, so it wasn't mine, someone else's... I wonder where he came from here... Probably, that guy... Such a cool note. And then, by itself, a pesky thought flashed and lurked somewhere in the depths of the subconscious: "Well, if suddenly there is no owner of a laptop (we drank a lot, so he does not remember anything), then I was lucky ...".
Tight tea and two aspirin pills brought Semyon back to life.
"Okay, I'll rush to the last lecture, - Semyon decided, - and in the evening I'll deal with what happened last night, and Grishkin's laptop. The owner of the unit will show up - I'll give it back, I won't show up - I'm very lucky: I won't have to spend money on a computer! And my conscience will be clean.
This evening, the owner of the laptop was not found and the next day, too. He didn't leave a phone or an address... To be upset because it has not appeared, Semyon especially did not begin (well has not got luck to the guy), and simply began to fall in love quietly in another's laptop and to be attached to it with all wide soul more and more.
And yet he decided to finally see what he inherited from Gregory. The notebook was, of course, not new, the screen is not the biggest, and in general, it was weak: in computer games on this not play, but as a typewriter, even very well. The very thing, for student works. The operating system only stood a little strange - like and similar to the "XP", but quite unusual and therefore intuitively incomprehensible. On the hard drive, except for his course worker, there were some widow files - as much as four.
The young man began to look through them all with interest. Unobtrusively for himself, he was carried away by one of them, large, voluminous, with a strange name: "Destiny is Rock or Date-Rock. At first, Semyon wanted to browse through the file quickly, so, for fleeting acquaintance, but something stopped it, hooked it. He accidentally saw something that seemed unusual and incomprehensible to him, although it had long been known and known. As a result, he slowly got carried away and read it out. I started from the very beginning and overnight I managed to get over this file. From what I had just read, I had a strange feeling. As if it was a narrative diary... or graphomania attempts, a little crazy, Gregory. But it was impossible to believe what he had written there...
"We know we don't know how our world works, but we don't even know how it really works".
To be continued in the next episode.