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My friend Mikhail and I decided to meet and discuss our plans to save Dimasik, that is, me. As usual I went to see him in the morning. Usually we spent time playing cyber football fifa 17. Recently, Mikhail was in the hospital, he had a coronavirus, but all this time he was in a good mood. And now, when I came to his house, I found him in a good mood. He was a little pale and thin on the face, which, of course, is natural for a person who has lain in a closed room for two weeks without a breath of fresh air.
I rang his doorbell and introduced myself as Bayern Munich, and he said, "Munich." That meant I was playing for Bayern Munich in FIFA 17. And now he was going to get his revenge, because his favorite club, Manchester United, had been defeated the last time we played.
This time, luck smiled on him and he won. We played three times. The first game was mine, and he took the other two. And it was time for me to go home. Since my wife did not like it when I often went to Mikhail and stayed with him for a long time. And the two weeks we didn't meet were a respite for her. She knew I was at home with her every night. Yes, I forgot to say that it was already evening. And I went to see Mikhail, too, in the late afternoon. After all, today was Saturday, a short day at work until 16 hours. Winter, January 30. Our winters are quite warm. Severe frosts, if they happen, are rare. As a rule, the temperature is about minus 10-15 degrees Celsius. It was even warmer now, just minus 5-7 degrees.
And so my story begins from this moment. I am a sick, unlucky drug addict, suffering from the latest infection of the 21st century, worse than the coronovirus. What should I do? Have I tried to get out of this hole? Not really. At first I won, I was in the black, then suddenly I lost everything. And then I scored credits and tried to rise, but it was not so simple. I'm sorry to hear all this. Mournful. An adult 35-year-old man, a family man, ruins and destroys his own life. Scum, scum.
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