Аннотация: MMMDXCVI. Ink, stones, sunflower oil. A conspirological short story. - January 5, 2025.
Ink, stones, sunflower oil. A conspirological short story.
Aysov irritably paced the soft carpet of his office in a luxurious ocean yacht (in reality, a huge private motor ship for ocean voyages in various latitudes).
The yacht was anchored not far from one of the islands in the Caribbean Sea.
In the wardroom, located next door, another batch of ten girls was waiting for him. They were delivered via Vladivostok airport (air flights via Sochi airport are temporarily suspended).
Two tin cans with cargo urgently need to be sent on a sea voyage. For important purposes! But "Akaky Akakievich" (that's what Aysov called Semyon Semyonovich, a mid-level official) continues to create obstacles.
First, Akaki Akakievich's old foreign car was damaged (they scratched the doors, broke the glass), then they sent to him a team for administrative check, then they organized a light hit on the head of his granddaughter on the street (when she was returning from school), but stubborn Akaki Akakievich continued to ask unnecessary questions and delve into the topic: where the cargo is come from, who is it intend for, why unsuitable watercraft are using?
"While the sea is stormy, and while everyone is busy preparing for the New Year, we need to send our tin cans on a voyage!" - Aysov thought.
Finally, he dialed Misha's phone number and explained the situation to him.
Misha promised to help, but expressed doubt: what if all this cargo spills into the sea - won't there be problems?
Aysov replied that his great-grandmother told how a whole tank of sunflower oil spilled at a food market, there were problems, but it was okay, the oil was quickly cleaned up, so nothing terrible would happen.
"Okay, I'll help!" - Misha answered, - "Stay in touch."
Misha dialed the phone number of a good boy out of address book: "Why isn't the important cargo being released to sea voyage?"
At that moment, Anton entered Misha's office.
"Here, Anton, I'm handling Aysov's cargo...".
"And if this cargo spills in sea, won't there be any problems? I brought you a whole folder of documents, there are problems with marine insurance now!"
"My grandfather made beautiful valuable things. One day he opened his ledger and accidentally knocked over an inkwell onto the stones. The ink spilled onto the stones. It was an unpleasant situation, but my grandfather carefully washed the stones. So if something happens to the cargo, we'll solve the problem."
Anton remained silent: "It's a case of a minor value!"
Meanwhile, Aysov, on the yacht, received a call: "The cans have set sail!"
"At last! Okay!"
Aysov headed to the wardroom located next door: to look at the batch of girls and get to know them.
January 5, 2025 05:25
Translation from Russian into English: January 5, 2025 06:12