Система Доставки / Unique Delivery System: Глава 1

Chapter 1

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 16:01

"And don't come back here again, whelp!"

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 17:18

I showed the shouting man a fuck and promptly started to walk away in an uncertain direction. After only a minute, the man fell behind, and after speaking ill of my parents, he staggered back holding his heart. Ha, no one's ever caught up with me... today!

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 17:19

And in the same way, panting with difficulty, but holding on to my liver, I moved in the opposite direction.

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 17:20

So, this vacancy is crossed out. I had my doubts from the beginning, the conditions were suspiciously good, and the salary was promised to be normal. However, the main reason for doubts was "all details in a personal interview". Here it turned out that the amount of proposed work is much more than specified in the ad, and wages will meet my expectations only after three months of probation. I offered to show me the contract and suddenly our conversation went somewhere else, turned into swearing, and abruptly turned into catching up.

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 17:21

Some people don't know how to have a dialogue at all!

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 17:22

Where does that leave us? Courier service one, courier service two, a packer, an apprentice, another apprentice... Good job in tech support, but you have to communicate there, and that's too much. Okay, what else? Waiter? Thanks, I already don't like people, and now I have to do it for money? Stashman, stashman, "courier for a hundred thousand a month", another stashman. Does anyone really buy it? There are a lot of fools, though.
T.N.

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 17:23

As I deleted the vacancies, I gradually grew gloomy. The condition my father had set for me was that I should earn enough to live myself in conditions that would not cause me to fall ill or die within a month. That is, I must leave the house in what I have and somehow provide a place to sleep and food. And at any time I could refuse and go home. This was an option in the wager, but after that, I would have to go wherever my father told me to go and work there for at least a year, as an honest man.

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 17:25

Daddy's tough, so when he got another nibble on the fact that I was sitting around doing nothing with my games, he kicked me out of the house. He threw me out of the boat into the sea of life, so to speak, so that I could learn to swim. At the same time, he carefully tied a concrete block to my feet in the form of "terms of a gentleman's agreement".

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 17:27

I stopped at one offer, but it required at least five years of work in the profession and age no older than twenty years. Where was the logic in that?

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 17:29

/Why aren't you studying?! We made all the conditions for you!

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 17:29

I studied... It was boring and I stopped studying. I was expelled for absenteeism, a family drama, how could it be - a son without an education! Why didn't you get one yourself? Yes, yes, the hard nineties, I remember. They had no time to study, my father had eight years of school, so he could not afford to live in the capital. We live in the suburbs, in our own house with a two-hectare plot of land.

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 17:47

And in it is my cozy, under-roof computer room, where I "spend all my time playing with my games". Again - giving their son the most high-end computer, and then complaining for years that I only use it to play games? The saddest thing is that my "games" are quite a decent income. Yes, it is hard to call it good, but to the computer, which had long ago expired in the reserve, I soon added another one, without taking a penny from my parents. I was secretly proud of it... Until they found out about my hobby "programming" and bought me a very cool machine. My parents are good, but in terms of screwing up motivation they are second to none.

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 17:49

So I lived like that, waiting for the army - until the military commissar said: "not suitable". He turned out to be a great motivator, too. Not to college, not to the Red Army, and now they won't even let me go home at all.

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 17:50

It's not that bad, I have a stash, and I can find someone to borrow it from. Surely my mother will not stand it, at most she will call tomorrow, but my father said that without a detailed and documented account of income and expenditures, he would not recognize the results of the bet.

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 17:51

The cruelty of some people shocks me.

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 17:52

I could also drop in at my grandmother's, which is a lot of delicious pastries, a soft couch, and windows into the green yard... But grandma, by the way, is daddy's mother, that is father in a square. Considering that she wants to babysit great-grandchildren, and the fact that the last time she stalked me with the granddaughter of one of her countless friends - "good girl, you do not think anything of it. This "girl" is six years older than me and twice as big! She's even fatter than me, can you imagine?! What is there to think about, we have to run!

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 17:54

Okay, that would be a backup in case the food level in my body drops below a critical point. I mean granny pies, not a girl.

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 17:54

Out of all the vacancies, there were exactly two. Courier and the same tech support. To work with my feet or to work with my tongue-hands-feet-head? Turning to the subway, I started leafing through the reviews of both companies, the better ones seemed to be those for couriers. On the other hand, there are half of the incomprehensible words, and who knows what they mean? Maybe the couriers have a secret code.

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 18:36

I already know how to win the argument: I'll rent a room in the wilds of the suburbs, put a computer there, and keep playing my "games". I'll get less than my mother's allowance, but certainly enough for food and lodging. Except, of course, my daddy would have a problem with where I got my start-up money. And let him get his hands on it, and then you can't get out. So what?

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 18:38

So you have to work officially for at least a week. And the terms of delivery have "daily payment", but the tech support does not. Having made the difficult choice, I resolutely moved toward the subway. Cabs are too luxurious for us working people.

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 18:39

Mask, gloves, blunt expression - ready for a trip on public transport.

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 18:40

It all happened too quickly, for sure Daddy had been preparing it for a long time. And if he had been preparing it, it would be hard to beat it. He'd been hinting for a year that it was time to do something... Did he really plan it all year long? He's got it coming. Or did he think of it all at once, and spent the time trying to find a way to calm my mother down?

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 18:41

If I won, my parent promised to buy me an apartment, where I could do whatever I wanted without annoying anyone, away from his eyes. Yeah, what a generous gesture, he didn't mention the money for utilities and food. I'm sure he'll squeeze it in, to stimulate motor activity.

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 18:41

Well, lyricism aside, we need to learn a little bit about the essence of the profession.

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 18:42

As I finished watching another video, I walked down the street by touch, but my sense of touch did not fail me. I found the courier office quickly, everything inside looked unsuspicious, i.e. no people with nets in the corners, no traces of dragging on the floor, someone was even laughing. And the laughter wasn't hysterical, just standing there laughing! Even there is life here.

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 18:43

I was relieved to go to the counter, but they told me to take a ticket and wait in line. With the piece of paper in my hand, I sat down to wait, looking around. I wondered. Too bad I didn't have dark glasses - behind the mask and goggles I had only to put on a baseball cap and no one would know where I was looking and who I was showing my tongue to.

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 18:45

The people sitting there were very ordinary, I see them regularly. Mostly in funny videos on YouTube, my delivery is picked up from the gate by the housekeeper. Now I'll be standing at someone's gate myself, waiting for the cruel and indifferent customers to condescend to a humble employee...

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 18:49

Sobbing to myself and mentally wiping away a tear, I looked around even more actively. No, people are like people. In fact, there weren't that many people sitting here, about a dozen and a half, just one registrar. What, such a turnover? Bad conditions? Suspicious! Most of them were migrant workers, but I couldn't figure out what they were. Two students, a man of unclear occupation, a young woman with a phone in each hand, and me.

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 18:50

"Next!"

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 18:49

At the same time, the scoreboard above the receptionist's head blinked. I have thirteen more numbers to sit, and if ten minutes each... Why not put the second one in! People are waiting! I have work to do!

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 20:30

/If you see this...

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 20:30

I turned away, not immediately thinking, then looked closely. There was a door to the side, and above it was a sign with red letters: "If you see this, you can enter to register out of turn". I looked around, noting that either no one could see it, or that everyone here was illiterate, as if quite by accident, sideways, on the wall, reached the door and quietly opened it, ducked inside.

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 20:31

Just in case, holding it on so no one would rush in after me, I turned around.

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 20:31

A real piece of work sits behind the table.

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 20:36

No, not like that - an ordinary room, two racks on one side, a table in the middle, and two chairs. A guy is sitting on one... you know, there's Dude, there's Buddy, and then there's this. "That kind of person."

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 20:36

He looked at me with a sigh, put aside a collection of crossword puzzles and pulled up the keyboard, and got down to business:

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 20:37

"What's the name?"

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 20:37

"Marius."

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 20:39

The guy looked at me doubtfully, I had to explain:

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 20:40

"Mom wanted a girl, so I was born. The compromise name was Marius."

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 20:41

"It's like Maria?"

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 20:41

"It's like "Gaius Marius of ancient Rome."
T.N.

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 20:38

I didn't respond to his dubious look. With my name, anyone would be a stoic. There's nothing else to do. Parents, why are you so cruel to children? I had a classmate named Nokion. His father had made a fortune in that company's stock.

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 20:44

"Documents?"

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 20:44

I put my passport on the table, he pressed it with one hand and quickly typed something into the computer with the other. Then he slid it to me:

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 20:45

"Is it full-time or what?"

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 20:45

"I'm temporary."

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 20:46

"Yeah, everyone here is temporary."

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 20:47

The guy took a standard thermometer pistol from the shelf, and I just as mechanically put my wrist. But for some reason he commented not on my health, but on his own conclusions:

Camrad_RIP 10.02.22 в 20:48