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In the morning, this whole story seemed a terrible delirium. The beer still made me feel bad. Maybe I even took myself off. The beer was horrible. The guy from the monitor obviously was my nightmare, and the electricity seemed to be gone nowhere. The refrigerator vibrated pleasantly, the computer was also on! Definitely I took myself off… Gotta call Tasks later. You don't get drunk from one bottle of beer every day!

Chapter 3

What He Managed to Tell Her…

August pampered with warm weather.

But things at the university went bad… Again, all allowances were cut, leaving a bare salary. Sometimes I start thinking that my apartment is too luxurious for me. Taska feels all right with six meters…

The phone is ringing. It's her. I thought of her a moment ago! Something happened, I can feel it!

She caught me thinking about the vicissitudes of Fate. After all, after that mysterious video session, every evening I tried to go back to Chatroulette. But apart from uninteresting subjects, the Universe sent me nothing.

For about two months this idea somehow warmed me up, but then I stopped thinking about it, being inclined to think that my astral twin is just an alcohol nightmare.

В«So stupid!В» Taska started her monologue, anxious. I had to ask questions from time to time in order not to seem a senseless moron.

В«His shoes?В»

В«Well yes! Shoes always betray the owner.В»

Tanya looked at her black pumps with a slight condemnation and continued:

В«Explain how a long zipped boot could be five to seven meters away from the body?В»

«I never thought of such things…» I answered without listening.

В«So what did he say?В» I asked again, still thinking of my strange Skype conversation, and sat next to Taska.

В«What did he say? He said that now the thread was broken!В» She repeated the words of the former resident of our university dormitory.

I pondered her words for some time. Then I stood up, silently opened the cupboard and took out a bottle of cognac.

On my way to the kitchen, I thought of asking her if she got any emails from strangers, but then I changed my mind. I brought bellied wine glasses, poured cognac and drank it. It felt better.

Automatically, without feeling the taste, I chewed huge olives stuffed with anchovies.

Taska also made few sips, then took a wooden toothpick, pierced an olive and put it into her mouth.