Short stories. Вадим Головченко

While Mike, let’s say, was choked and stood still, when he discovered that everything has be stolen.

      – Excuse me miss, when is it that I can report this what happened?

      He addressed it to a lobby manager, who could only say something like «it’s their own business, we do not take any responsibility».

      Nothing what? Thinking. I want to go and rest, when this end. I cannot do what I must without that. I will go and search for new things. It will do the best.

      My credit card was not stolen, but the phone, and the cash that I had, a large amount, was probably taken by some dirty person that eared to get what he did not deserve by himself. I hate him a lot. Mike went to the cash machine and took what he could, that was not much too, but fine for now to look for a job in a such a beautiful city…

      The holiday seemed to be just okay, when it was over at the hotel. The manager kindly took the rest of the cash Mike had and handed him a key from his number. It was a room full of spiders and other monsters – he thought. No, that was kind of okay, for a few days he decided to stay in for.

      Once in a while I think everyone needs a rest, and I drank a little of that poison the fridge politely and gently offered me. Not that I was a big fan of it, but sometimes everyone needs it. I regret not that much. For that sake, I finished the bottle and the empty glass I threw to the bin. Glad, I have a better mood for my vacation. Whatever – thought Michael. The next he would reshuffle his bag where the cloth were, and search for a job document he managed to get from his previous Boss. Solvable business if you want to make a vaccine – he thought. What is that he was there to help and nothing else. A fine an accounting work and a lot of talks about what he liked the least. Though I was fine. He took a taxi and brought himself to the medical office where something was already waiting for him.