Рамиль Латыпов - Galaxy Coach

– Buka you. Here is our car, follow me. I have long wanted to see you. And you broke my whole buzz.

It was evident that Maria was offended. She pouted her lips and made an angry muzzle. Although pleasant. Wanted to talk to her. But she refused. So we drove in silence. So I started looking out the window of a tinted car. Maybe she’s armored. But I would put on a barrier. The view of the city calmed me down. Pleasant buildings no higher than five floors. There are trees and happy people everywhere. Although there were many soldiers with blasters. And passing the alley I saw how a girl of eighteen years old was being led to execution. Didn’t hear the shot. But maybe he was. This is what paradise looks like according to our dictator. A beautiful facade, but a rusty core. Total fear and obedience. Although on the outskirts of his country there is less control.

– Passengers look at the rights. – Said the rough male voice of the captain. He also works as a driver. “This is the palace of our dictator Mirte. May his reign be eternal.

– We’ll be there soon. Maria finally spoke up. So you need to shave. She got everything she needed for the occasion. “Yourself or I can help.

– Myself. I can take a beard pill without help. You didn’t think I was using this junk. I took the electric razor and threw it on the floor. Who do they take me for? For the cave dweller. Such devices have not been used for fifty years. Then he took a pill. The hair on my beard began to fall out. Convenient thing. Although after it and dizzy. But not for long, five minutes.

Now he will take you. Maria laughed, but then she said seriously. – And maybe not executed. You have a long tongue. In all senses.

I argue, did not. All my life my character has let me down. Maybe even more silent. Even though I can’t live like this.

In the distance I saw him. Ruler’s Palace. The most beautiful building I’ve ever seen, apart from spilled condensed milk on a naked cheerleader in my hotel room. All white, he was supposed to inspire awe. He coped with this task. High under two hundred floors. How long will the dictator have to fall if I throw him off. These thoughts made me smile. Mary got it all wrong.

– I like the palace. I fell right in love with him. Built in just a year. under his personal supervision.

– How many people died on the construction of this sarcophagus?

– No more than a hundred for sure. Although ten designers were shot after. They put toilets next to the kitchen. And he doesn’t like it. I was there only once. When my hero received a referral to you.

– What is a hundred people for such a yes? All of you are the same. Office rats. – I said, seeing how she winced. I wanted to kiss my nose. It hurts, he’s cute. But he didn’t. “Although you are the cutest of rats. I would take you in a cage to live with me.

– If you ask well, I can and will agree. She winked at me. No wonder they say that people with a normal psyche do not go to such bodies. Especially in the twenty-second century.

Fortunately, we drove up, and the conversation ended there. Her obsession with me scared me. I knew such fans. At first, everything goes smoothly with them. But as they get to know me better, scandals suit me. All of them are wrong. Not according to their stupid fantasies. For now, though, it’s good for me. I can speak freely with her. Still won’t give up. If you wanted me for such words, they would have been thrown into space long ago.

Near the palace we were met by an old bald butler in a tailcoat. There was no security. Although it was not required. To enter the palace, we passed three checkpoints. Such a barrier to resistance will not pass. They don’t even try. They are waiting.

– I welcome you guests of the Palace of Justice and Happiness. I am his butler Sergey Dedul. He smiled happily and bowed. – Great person. Our support and protection awaits you. You, dear Maria, are waiting on the first floor in the bar. He wants to talk to our guest Yuri in private. If so, I’ll let you know. And you will get another appointment.

– I’ll be waiting for your arrival. Maria kissed me on the cheek and went to the palace. Then she turned on the white marble stairs and said. – My hero. Survive. “Then she quickly left.

The butler just shrugged. Apparently he didn’t care. There are many guests like me. Leaving less. He walked forward with his brisk gait. I followed him. I thought that the palace of such a dictator would look like a dark crypt with torture chambers and gallows. But no, inside there were people in beach clothes. The first floor reminded me more of a simple resort hotel. Nice music played. There are no screams and groans. Although there are enough of them in the basements. As I heard. Although I live in the provinces, I have access to the dark Internet.

The nice girl at the reception desk smiled at us and said while straightening her purple hair.

– Oh, new guest. Do you want a room with a view of the statue of the ruler or the sea?

– He’s not on vacation. He is his guest.

Said grandfather pointing fingers up. Who does this dictator take himself for? He aims too high. I touched the piece of metal in my hand behind my sleeve. Good. I hid a small ice pick while we were driving. Maybe today will be his last day. How good life will be.

– That’s good. Elevator to the left. You know the password.

– I’ll figure it out somehow. – Said the old man.

We went to the elevator. Portraits of the dictator in various poses were everywhere. A statue describing his exploits. How he disgusts me. Three years of his reign is the worst time in my life. But then the elevator with pleasant music reached the two hundredth floor. We went along a long narrow white corridor. It was empty. White carpets, white doors. Everything is white. What’s in this guy’s head.

– Here’s your door.

The old man said as he stopped at a door without a sign. – The main thing is not to be rude to him. He is strict. But he loves to talk. So good luck. He left and waved at the elevator. The door closed behind him. I was left alone. Fear ran down my back. I will see him. Even the thought alone is scary. He is the destroyer of millions. Appeared out of nowhere three years ago. Seized power. Keeps everyone oppressed. Beast, not man. I took a deep breath and entered. Didn’t knock. Much honor for such carrion.

– Peace be upon you hero Yuri. – Said the old man in the red tunic. He was exactly like in the portraits. Domineering. Proud. Nasty. Slippery. An animal in human form.

Yes, Mirta. I came. – I started getting closer. The room was basic. Only a desk and two chairs. The window is open, behind it is a balcony. Here is my goal. – For your soul. I quickly approached him. He took out a knife and plunged it into his heart. Sparks went out of him. He turned out to be an android. He fell, I began to rejoice and beat him with my feet. – This is the end of you creature.

Bravo Yuri. – Said a female voice. That’s how I imagined our meeting. – The lady appeared out of thin air. You can see a masking field on it. “I am Mirte, the real and the only one. But in order not to glow, I chose this prototype. As you can see it is easy to replace. Another android entered the room.

– But how? You were our Minister of Education Elena Sidorovich. Support of the Republic. How could you betray her ideals.

She’s rotten from the inside. Only in this way could we escape the invasion of the galactic council. And their Enturian slaves. Corpse-eater races. Upon learning of the president’s betrayal, I removed him. He wanted to make a contract with him to sell people. They would eat them. Here are the bastards. I missed the first batch of three hundred million. But she couldn’t take it anymore. Every restaurant in the galaxy is filled with people. Such horror.