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Start of the school year, we remember the fact that after years of repair schools, we have found on the floors of corridors hitherto unknown coating with a strange name - linoleum. This does not present a glamorous product with different properties and many colors, and some fundamental, neubivaemaya fabric, brown-brown. All the useful properties of this coating, we discovered with the onset of severe frosts, when the humidity in the Far North to zero, and becomes static punishing scourge of cat, as well as those who like to kill half a day sitting in a barber shop cocoon dryer-heater.

Static electricity accumulated everywhere. It seems if you listen closely, you can hear the hum of the hair standing on end and only accidentally touch any metal object or unfortunate passer-by, who had at that time a negative potential relative to your, gave a beautiful spark discharge. The feeling at the same time it was unpleasant to say the least.
At that time, we have virtually all gone to school in the boots, and at first wondered - why it suddenly standing upright hair is impossible to put even a wet palm and bright blue lightning breaks from the fingertips to the side radiators, without waiting for contact with thereof? [next]
The answer came suddenly, just in a variety of children's fragile minds. As it turned out, linoleum - is no worse than the ice slides, boots and slip on this cover for a long time, but if a good running start, then to the finish line at the nearest wall, or his teammates on oktyabryatskoy asterisk. But what happens in life, there are no advantages without the drawbacks. If you slip in a vehicle boots, accumulate sufficient static electricity that even adhering to the school uniform rods of confetti, who lived in the corridors of the school with their lives after the meeting is not known what the New Year, getting to the edge as if along the magnetic field lines, and the span near tubes and batteries ended terrible thunderbolt.

Just for one change, this disadvantage was renamed the fat plyusische not be us Octobrists. As it turned out, it was enough to identify the victim, standing by you twenty meters, dispersed, slipped grim blue shadow in his direction and pointing finger pointing toward the ear, nose, or accident, at the turn of the trajectory, transfer all their accumulated potential. Breakdown of getting scared, he slipped a finger tip, and with a bang entered the victim's head. As you suggest, the Great Era khaljavnogo electricity. They beat each other mercilessly. Sometimes you have to point at the finish line, is discharged into the red ear sykuhi, which is concurrently chairman of the guards, as someone in the same time, attacks you from the rear, and even with just two different directions. All this current, cine gang garripoterov looking at the orgy of electrical magic quietly to fuck up for clamshells with their wands, and cheap movie-like. By the way, we then still small idiots intuitively learned how to use the Doppler effect. That is, if you hear the ominous rustling sound of boots on the linoleum, and he goes to high, then have to squint, the end is inevitable, but if the sound of the high, the transition to a low, then another beast flying past you, and sacrifice It was planned by someone else. From the side, it's all action in the corridors of the school resembled air battles of the Second World. Attacks cover, avoiding the attack, blue tracers here and there, flak evasive maneuver, lined Denying the victim ... a massive raid in the school grades plummeted ...

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Kostya was a clinical idiot. Not by temperament, and from birth. He's probably still Kostik. And additional misfortune had fallen on his head in the form of irrational purpose of his mother's head teacher in our school. As she made this, we do not knows, but it so happened that turned out to be a complete moron among the "friendly" idiots who are in this state because of the small age and bad influences of the street. And of course, we never tired of reminding him of this unusual set of circumstances. At recess, he usually stood alone somewhere in a dark corner, and talked with a red notebook. And it is quite natural that all the hateful fascist Octobrists Junkers, it was he who was chosen and secret from each other, vote. And then there was an incident. For unknown reasons, Kostya, even standing, managed to accumulate such an amount of electricity that all the attackers got the return line. The spark for some reason not to tear off a finger tip Soviet hawk and flew from the cockpit of a fascist, and hit with such force in the attacker's finger that attack this monster hunting discouraged for long. We even tried to swoop at once, loudly driving through the prestart, but even that our combined fire was not enough, we all got bit sickly. It was not fair. This is urgently needed to correct, or at least benefit. Upon reflection, we came to the conclusion that if the disperse Kostya, you get something quite lethal. Persuasions were long and hopeless until I spoke with the same request to his red notebook. Anyone see something whispered to his friend, and he's the first time our eyes smiled. At the same time we have all squeezed into a point geometry from the point of fear. It was in that smile, something otherworldly, now I would say - is infernal.

And the first test run! In a red notebook we gave clear instructions and pointed to the sacrifice, namely, a high school student pogremuhoy stench. It was a pedestal weighing a hundred pounds, and that our previous attack did not bring any visible damage. Kostik ineptly dispersed, and at the end of the trajectory also tripped over someone's foot, and in the fall, with two hands, according to the Great issued a monstrous power discharge, which made for a moment dimmed general lighting. Swallow extinguished flight. Her face was a soulful, with oblique small eyes to the nose. She came a few seconds. It was a triumph! The fact that she had a couple of times to kick the offender, it does not count, because we had Weapons of Vengeance ...

I immediately identified Kostya to his companions, giving him a place in the leading pair. A little later, all went to the chart work. My job was targeting, aiming, and coordinate delivery of parting slap speed. Our squadron began to fear. Once we receive the total cubic capacity in the fight as sykuny scattered in different directions, and who did not, that long then scratched his nose, or ears. And then I began to notice something ... And it did not give optimism. The fact that the face and neck Kostik became solid bruise. They attacked the victim, which in a short time to time to recover, it has consistently beaten. And since I was not a slave, and a navigator, it is natural in this process is not interfered. But! Kostik, this situation did not touch! Moreover, he began to enter into the taste. Or his synapses were finally knocked crazy pendant passing electricity through it, or is it the action pizdyuley, and very nehily emanating from attacking their victims, but it was not stopped. He began to turn into a brainless boy capacitors, whose aim was one - is the accumulation of charge and discharge it into anything unsuspecting others, and this made it unmanageable. That he had no prior instruction and guidance on the target, he chose our favorite of all the judges, technicals Babu Zina, and that's generally a nightmare when he flew towards the Trudoviks. Well, someone had in a fit of self-sacrifice, to take the blow, otherwise, our Trudovik was a proletarian past, and reportedly even sat, and therefore the consequences for Kostya could be very grim. Mikhail Ivanovich was uncommon force, as opposed to the absence of mind, and could easily, by surprise, hammer idiot on the floor, with one blow of monstrous fist former docker. We certainly were not Kostik sorry, just do not want to prematurely lose the weapon of retaliation. But the fact that we're losing, it soon became apparent to all. Kostik began to run away from school, it was something incredible, and in silence to comprehend the knowledge of the school, honing his skills in the ability to choose the right distance and filigree figure slip. He even lost his red notebook, and thus there was no hysteria! At recess, he was 50-50 for our team, and at the call of their electrodes in the brain, rushed to attack. He beat all sophisticated. The denouement had come. And its time has come ...

By the time we have become Parties to it. And bored already the same. We stood at the window, when they noticed that Kostya was a change, it is grouped, hunched, eyes widened and something whispered ominously. Then we saw the second and last time, his infernal smile. Kostik began focused crackdown. Whom he chose it, and for what we have not learned. At the peak rate in a narrow corridor, burst open the office door biology, and with all his Kostik flew into her head bowed low. Blow probably heard throughout the school. Then there were the commotion, shouts, call an ambulance. Kostik unconscious, carried away on a stretcher is not quite sober orderlies. What happened to him then, we have not learned, and soon after this incident in our school has a new head teacher.
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