Add an antibody to the body. Full version

1. WET FLOOR. OUR RESPONSE TO CORONAVIRUS
CHAPTER ONE. WRONG RAIN
Today I have planned a business that I do not like. As soon as I made a decision, my body began to send me a message that it had something, it hurts somewhere, or it would hurt, and no matter what happens, if I still go outside with such prerequisites and go to do business to which the soul does not lie. Time passed, but I still could not take the decisive step.
 The phone rang.
 The caller was surprised that I was still at home. Although one wonders, why call an empty apartment if you are sure that the hostess has already left?
 Lost keys.
 Long searched, finally found. Then it started to rain. Of course, the umbrella was not in the usual place. I gave up. I started to take off the shoes that I had already put on, but I realized that the raindrops sounded somehow wrong. The wrong rain is coming. Right in the shoes she returned to the room to look out the window at the rain. It was cloudy, but there was no rain. The eyes of the rain did not see, but the ears heard. The sound of rain came from a far room. She took off her shoes and walked across the carpet. The legs became uncomfortable. The carpet got wet and no longer absorbed moisture. The window in the far room was open, and the rain was pouring freely on the floor. I stopped in the middle of the room. The rain kept pouring down, and I smiled. I felt good. I understand why I didn't leave. Guessed what kept me at home. Smiling and praising herself, she closed the window. But, it immediately opened, although there was no wind. The pressure of the water was so strong that I choked. Water flowed into the corridor, and I tried to catch my breath. As she breathed, the water reached her ankles and crawled further to her knees. Neighbors were banging and yelling downstairs. It was very good to hear them arguing. It was especially funny for a five-year-old kid who repeated bad words addressed to me after his mother. All this my mind noted as if in passing, but in fact I was thinking. Or rather, she tried to think, knocked down by a stream of water. I praised myself for pulling the books out of the closet yesterday, I wanted to rearrange them.
 An empty cupboard is very handy, but, together with books, I would hardly have moved it. On the wet floor, the cabinet glided superbly, and exactly stopped in front of the window. Making one more effort and pressing down the window sash with the cabinet, I decided to take a time out and look around. The water seeped rather slowly towards the neighbors raging below. There was so much water that you could lie on your back and swim like in a pool if you wanted to. But there was no desire, there was a thought that this does not happen. If it's raining here, why isn't it in the next room? Or maybe it's already there? But didn't have time to check. Something very strongly began to push the window sashes, and with them the wardrobe. It was scary. The cupboard moved, the water flowed more strongly, and I stood still.
Although she could have run away. And not only from the room, but also from the apartment, and from the entrance, for that matter. But she didn't run away, she didn't even try. My body told me that he felt bad, he was sick and he was not going to run anywhere! And then I remembered that it was he, the vile traitor, who first did not let me leave the house, and then the turn of the phone, keys and umbrella came. It became so scary that I closed my eyes, but nevertheless, I did not try to move. I felt that nothing would come of it. Judging by the sounds, the window swung open completely, the cabinet moved forward a little, and then fell. Probably pushed. Or maybe not. Something slammed to the floor. So much. Very much. Paul trembled. It became quiet. Only a rare thump of drops could be heard. From the windowsill to the floor. From po-to-rider to the floor. From p-o-d-o-kon-nick to the floor, from the window sill. ...
It became quite quiet.
 I opened one eye. Outside the window was the sun, and on the floor lay a cradle. Construction. Which is raised and lowered. Heavy. If it weren’t for the water, dust would probably be hanging in the air now, and pieces of plaster would be lying around, but there was water everywhere, so nothing hung or rolled. I climbed over the edge of the cradle and sat down. The water immediately reached me up to ... Suppose up to the waist. It was cold and ticklish, but I quickly got used to it.
 CHAPTER TWO. STRANGE MAN IN A CONSTRUCTION CRAFT
I lay and thought. I thought about why the water did not go down, and why the neighbors were silent.
They should have been standing under the door for a long time, knocking and shouting. Or maybe they were completely flooded, and now they swim like fish in an aquarium and open their mouths? The rope to which the cradle was attached trembled, and a man burst through the window into the room. He looked at the water, at the floor, at the wet trousers, at the cradle. And then he saw, but not immediately, me. I was in the cradle. Waist in water. Seeing me, the man did not get angry. No. But he wasn't surprised either. He took out a thermometer and put it in the water, pulled it out, wiped it first, and only then looked at the degrees.
- So. So. The man said without looking at me. - Let's lie down, then. Why are we lying down? Another would have been dragging a rag on the floor for a long time. Will have to liquidate!
- Whom? Rag? I asked
- No you.
I laughed. But then she shut up. For some reason, the man did not support my laughter. He didn't even smile. He didn't even look at me. He couldn't get enough of his thermometer.
Iwas silent. He was also silent. Having looked at the thermometer, he put it under the armpit of his left hand, and handed it to me with his right.
- Get up already. I can't liquidate you right in my cradle.
The man said the right things, but there was something in his words that was still wrong.
I didn’t know what, but just in case, I pressed my back into the cradle. The water immediately reached my mouth.
Seeing that I was not going to respond to his gesture of trust and friendship, and I was hiding my hands under, under the place where they usually sit, the man was offended.
- So you are! You don't want to be good. On the nose of the elections, and you give me such tricks?
Well, - the man was silent for a while, - I will liquidate it together with the cradle!
He spoke the last words, referring to the thermometer he had taken out.
So, looking straight at him, the man went to the window, but stumbled on the closet
“They threw it here,” he began to be indignant, but, looking back at me, fell silent. Then he returned, leaned in disgust, pulled my hand out of the water, put the thermometer under my arm, and slipped my palm in. ... Well, where I put it before. Again he went to the window. I stumbled on the closet a second time and said, “Oh, you!
And finally got out the window. Not out, but out. Take it easy. From the thirteenth floor.
The legs are gone. Shoulders. Head. One dome remained. So the tops are not a hundred ...
In vain I was delighted. The crown immediately reappeared, followed by everything else. Without entering the room, the man leaned over the window sill and asked
Who were you going to vote for?
While I was going with the answer, he concluded
- All clear. Ignorant element. Of those who...
I'm offended.
- You are wrong! I have read all the election programs. Very carefully.
The man has become kinder
- Carefully, you say? Well, lie down, lie down, don't worry! I will not eliminate you.
— Have you regretted it? I asked naively
- Not. There is no more time. In five minutes,” he pulled out some official piece of paper from his pocket and consulted it, “an earthquake will begin in five minutes. It will be exactly five minutes. Then, if there is something left of the house, a plane will fall on it. If that doesn't help either...
There was a whistle from the street. The man fell silent. And then... Then a miracle happened. The man smiled at me! However, he immediately pulled himself together and pulled out a syringe from his pocket. And he made an injection in the top of his head.
CHAPTER THREE. THE MAYOR OF THE CITY WILL TALK TO YOU
I lay still for two minutes, and then got up. And she went to a room where there was no rain. Because the phone was ringing. For a long time. Almost two minutes. There was nothing else to do in this room anyway. The water went all the way to the floor. The neighbors are lucky. And she left me. The phone didn't just ring. He yelled and choked on his own sound. The tube just flew into my hand.
— Press the button. The earthquake will start in fifty-two seconds. Press the button. The earthquake will start in fifty-one seconds. Click...
I looked back. There was no button in my field of vision. And the phone yelled so that the air vibrated. There was no button. Well, there was no button around. Desperate, and not hoping for anything else, I put the phone on the end call. And sat down to wait for the earthquake. The countdown of seconds ended and started again, but there was no earthquake. But the phone rang again. He called and called, and I sat and was afraid. The porthole opened. I jumped up in my chair in surprise. A paper airplane landed on my knees. I turned the plane around.
On it was written
"Pick up the phone"
I picked up the phone.
- Thank you for pressing the button - it started from the depths - the city thanks you! Now the mayor of the city will speak with you. Do not hang up. Do not hang up.
Yes, you can't argue with such a voice! This voice reminded me very much of another. My native language teacher. Well, one on one. And the elders were taught to respect and obey. Taught from first grade. They taught in different ways. And they did learn! Take, for example, my hand with the tube convulsively clamped in it. No matter how I tried to force my hand to smoothly lower the receiver and put it on the end call, everything was useless.
Useless.
 The hand from conflicting commands already turned blue and stiffened. Finally, I gave up. And stretched out to attention, she began to wait. It took a few minutes, finally it happened!
The mayor of the city thanks you! - rushed from the tube.
A very pleasant baritone spoke. From the surging feeling of patriotism, I almost suffocated.
And the voice repeated again
The mayor of the city thanks you!
I'm not a very quick thinker, but when a pleasant baritone repeated this soul-stirring text three, five, ten times, I realized that this was a recording. But I didn't get upset. Vice versa. Without removing the tube from my ear, I moved a chair with my foot and sat down on it. Sat down as comfortably as possible. It felt like I was in a concert hall. At a concert… Who does this baritone remind me of?
And why does someone remind me of someone all the time today? No, well, who does he still resemble? Especially those two words “thank you…”!? Whom? I remembered and fell off my chair.
Today was clearly not my day. The chair is broken. I hit. And most importantly, the phone fell with me. And crashed. Strongly. And probably hopeless. And all of— for that sweet-voiced baritone. It was he
CHAPTER FOUR. STADIUM WORKER IN THREE COLORED COATS
When the roar of the plane subsides, I will tell you who I had in mind, but for now, in view of the fact that the plane, in all seriousness, decided to fall on our house, it's time to save ourselves. Just how? The roar filled my ears, and I went to the window and opened it. Just. Just in case. Remembering that I am on the thirteenth floor. Wow! I always thought that from my windows there is a beautiful view of the garbage heap, which ends in a wasteland, but it is clear that in the half hour that I did not look out the window, in the world and specifically on my street, something has changed. Now from my windows there was a beautiful view of the stadium and, characteristically, my window was almost flush with the highest stand of the stadium. The time for reflection was over and, therefore, when the rumble of the plane that almost fell on the house and the roar of the stands merged into one sound, I made a decision. Rather, my body made the decision for me. The head was still thinking, but the body was already there, on the stadium podium. Fortunately, just all the spectators rose in unison and yelled something outrageous. Therefore, hardly anyone paid attention to me. I sat down and decided to show with all my appearance that I had been here from the very beginning of the match. But it turned out to be redundant. No one was going to sit down anymore. The match ended, and the audience yelled, apparently welcoming the winners and blaming the losers. I can’t say more specifically, because the language in which the audience shouted was unfamiliar to me.
 The stands were empty.
 And I sat, not knowing what to do next. Quite silently and out of nowhere, a man in a red coat and with a stretcher appeared. He turned to me. Addressed all in the same language unknown to me. I shrugged, hoping that he would interpret my gesture properly and back off. But the trick didn't work. The man turned to me again. The tone was distressed. I showed that I did not understand. Then the man began to untie the belt on his robe. I got scared. But as it turned out, completely in vain! The man took off his robe. There was another one under the red robe. Blue. He tried to put on me the robe he had taken off. When I refused such a generous gift, he tried to put me on a stretcher. When I declined this offer too, the man laughed and suddenly sang a song. I shied to the side. Then the man abruptly fell silent and began to untie the belt of his blue robe. Under the blue robe was still white. I liked what was happening less and less, and I turned to my window, hoping that the threat of a plane crash had passed, and I could return home.
 But, I didn't find my window.
 Or rather, I did not find any window. The stands were crowned with a cube of red brick, without any hint of windows. In disbelief, I tried to reach the smooth wall of the cube. The man immediately said something to my back in his gibberish. In annoyance, I waved my hand to silence him and continued to reach for the cube. I talked simply. If I was able to get down to the stands, then the reverse action should be done with the same ease. Finally I got it. The man continued to mutter something at my back, but I paid no attention to him. And in vain. Because as soon as I reached the place where, presumably, my window should have been, the spotlights in the stadium lit up and began to rush about and the siren blared. The impression was about the same as at the moment when the criminal escaped from prison.
Trying to block out the light, I raised my hand to my eyes, and heard a slight knock and the sound of broken glass. The thermometer dropped. Forgotten and long overheated. I was curious about what my body temperature is at the moment. She leaned over the remains of the thermometer. If something intact remained, then the mad searchlight did not allow it to be considered. Having sympathized with the strange uncle who forgot his thermometer with me, I straightened up. The light continued to blind, but I was no longer in the stadium. In a strange way, I ended up at the window in my own apartment. It was night outside. The night was lit up by flashing lights. Flashing lights were on the roof of the cars. For some reason, an ambulance.
Here's bad luck, again an ambulance, for the third time that day! Well, I won't get vaccinated against coronavirus, don't wait! Here is the neighbor of the neighbor of the great-aunt's second brother-in-law from the mother's side, got vaccinated and ... Well, what is it? Why break on the door of an apartment where they don't answer calls? I'll go to the room where it was the wrong rain. Nothing helps! Well, why are they knocking on the door? Oh, now they started to break the door!
CHAPTER FIVE. I ALWAYS DREAMED TO VISIT RUSSIA
What should I do? Opanki, window! I want to go to the stadium!
There was no time to think, I opened the window and jumped off. If there was a wasteland under the windows, then I would have crashed, but thank God that I ended up at the stadium again. Now, however, it was not just one man in a tricolor robe standing in front of me, but two. The first again asked something in an unfamiliar language, and then turned to the second. The second looked at me carefully, and then asked me in English. I knew this language poorly, but everythingdid understand. After briefly answering the man and asking him something in turn, I finally understood where I was. I was in Russia. Once in my youth, I dreamed of visiting this mysterious country, and now, in an unexpected way, my wish came true. One question worried me the most and I asked the man who spoke English about what worried me.
- Sir, I don't know your name, I'm very worried!
-My name is Ivan. I am an administration representative. Our task is to ensure that the audience at the stadium is always satisfied. What did you want to ask?
-How should I say it? I'm wondering, if I go out into the city, will your patrol require me to have a certificate that I have done all 99 vaccinations against coronavirus?
-We don't have such a patrol. Can I escort you to the hotel? Are you a foreigner and came to this match from afar?
- No. Yes. Wait! Will they let me into the hotel without a dropper? I left the drip at home
-No, you only need to wear a mask at the hotel, and your temperature will be taken at the entrance.
-And that's all? Listen, sir, I like you more and more!
-I am very pleased to hear that! Do you have more questions?
Yes, a few more small questions. If I get sick while in a hotel, will I be walled up alive in my room?
- Madam, you are saying strange things! No, of course, you will just be taken to the hospital
- Just taken to the hospital? Strange. It seems to me that you are not telling me the whole truth!
- Madam, it's cold at the stadium, and you are dressed very lightly, can we go to the administrator's room?
- Yes. And I also want a red-blue-white bathrobe. I'm cold! Is this your national dress?
-No, this is how the stadium workers dress. But, if you want, then we will give you such a dressing gown
-While we go, answer one more small question. A small but very important one. If I don't want to get vaccinated against the coronavirus, will they force me to do so? The police won't knock on my door, won't an ambulance come to me according to the schedule?
-If you are healthy, then the ambulance will not come. If you are healthy, then you have nothing to fear from the police.
-Hooray, I found the country where I want to live!
- Madam, madam, wait! Where are you going?
- Yes, indeed, where am I? Sir, tell me what papers you need to collect in order to become a citizen of Russia?
-O!
- Excuse me, what did that man in the bathrobe say, who only speaks the language of this country?
- He said, I'm sorry, I won't translate it for you, his words are not one of those that are printed in books. Let's go, I'll take you to the city administration. There you will solve all your questions.
It is a pity that I did not understand the language of this country then, if I could understand what the watchman Uncle Vasya said then, I would have thought more before asking for asylum.
Now I can speak and understand this beautiful language and I quote verbatim what Uncle Vasya said then:
- Here (unprintable text) a woman (again unprintable text) would sit at home where (unprintable text) brought her?! To freely walk around the city, we do not need a pass. A chip has been implanted into the arm of each of us (non-printable text), the chip contains information that each of us has received 66 vaccinations, we will have to do thirty-three more vaccinations in the next three months (non-printable text). We are lagging behind Europe, of course, mother her leg (unprintable text), but otherwise we have everything the same as the lady was talking about. However, you can’t forget the dropper at home, it is always with me. The chain that connects the body to the dropper is threaded into the earlobe. And (unprintable text) if you don’t want to be vaccinated, then they won’t send a car for you, not (unprintable text), why? It's just that the dispatcher at the hospital will press a button that will resonate in your head. A chip has been implanted into the head of each of us, and if we (unprintable text) want to refuse vaccination, then oh my, a slight movement of the dispatcher's finger and we are already lying on the floor in agony, writhing and howling! Chip in the head, this is not khukhry muhry for you! Well, where did he take this lady? Straight to the hospital? It would be better if she stayed at home. By the way, I see her window is still open! Come on, you have to climb out the window! Let's see how they fight the coronavirus over the hill! Oh! (unprintable text)
2.WOODEN TUNNEL. THEIR ANSWER TO CORONAVIRUS
Their response to the coronavirus
THE FIRST NINE STEPS
In one fine minute, I realized that I no longer want to be where I am now.
The man I was next to promised that we would leave this place soon. He endlessly called the city where we would go, the name of this city sounded like a song. This city was called Shanghai.
But hour after hour passed, and we did not budge. The man had a daughter. The girl, let's call her Ki, for some reason did not leave me. Although I knew that this child was not my own, I had fun with this girl, we laughed a lot, and she also revealed to me the simple secrets of a wooden tunnel.
The tunnel was a long wooden box that stretched for many, many kilometers. It was divided into compartments, in the compartments there were apartments, shops, even hospitals. There were many voids in the tunnel, not yet filled with anything, there were suspended attics, there were even cellars.
Food was stored in cellars. There were compartments, which, or rather, near which there were guards, and, asI later found out that weapons were stored in the basements of these compartments. The passage to all compartments was through, but where there was a guard, it was possible to go, bypassing the protected area, to the next compartment through the attic or basement.
Time passed, two hours of my time had already passed, and nothing had changed in my destiny. The girl was cheerful, the man smiled shyly and promised that we would set off on the road no later than in an hour. Of course, I was aware that I was dreaming, but even in a dream I understood that this was not my home.
The place smelled of freshly cut boards. The whole tunnel was built from these boards and it smelled very nice. The boards were not even processed, my fingers were in splinters.
Sometimes a round or square passage to the next compartment ended with a small platform. To climb this platform, I had to pull myself up, and, naturally, after a while my fingers were injured. There were even splinters on my knees.
The girl laughed and ran merrily forward, but I did not keep up with her. Several times we were joined by a man - the girl's father. When the tunnel ended with another platform, I realized that I could no longer take this barrier. This platform was quite high. The man who had been next to us a few seconds ago suddenly disappeared somewhere.
I was angry, I didn’t like that the man disappeared at the moment when I needed him so much.
 I freaked out and decided that I would not climb the platform. At that moment, a door creaked somewhere nearby, it turns out that this platform did not fit snugly against the tunnel wall and there was a door and utility rooms on the side of the platform. As well as under all other platforms. Pulling out another splinter, I regretted that I had not known about it before.
The man came out to me with a sad face and announced that our trip to Shanghai was postponed indefinitely. You need to wait. I asked him about the reason for the delay, I even suggested that we could not leave because of the threat of the virus, to which the man replied that the matter was completely different.
Sheikh - the ruler of the country in whose territory the tunnel was located, forbade leaving the country for another two hours. Two hours for me was like two weeks or two months. This is what I told the man. He again timidly and bewilderedly smiled at me and said that the inhabitants of the country unquestioningly obey the sheikh. Suddenly I remembered that my family did not know where I was.
I went to bed at 11 p.m., assuming that I have been in the wooden city for three hours already, yes, it is, my assumption was confirmed by a smart watch on my wrist, then I have been absent from home for three weeks. I burst into tears, I was afraid that my relatives were worried about me, not knowing what had happened to me.
The man was frightened, the girl began to cry too. But the man did not allow me to call. He said that the sheikh also banned calls to foreign countries within two hours. I told the man to go to the sheikh's office and ask permission to call home. The man drooped, but went to follow my order. The man returned with a refusal, I again sent him to the office. He went there six times. Finally permission was granted. But with the condition that the conversation will take no more than a minute.
I just managed to tell my daughter on the phone that everything is fine with me and I am alive, although in a foreign country, but there is no need to worry about me, as the man interrupted the connection. Then we again walked around the wooden city. Finally, the man said that the quarantine had been extended for another two hours. I started screaming and crying, the girl got scared and clung to me. The man covered his eyes with his hands.
I told the man to go back to the sheikh's office and ask for an audience for me.
The man, let's call him Andy, waved his arms and looked at me fearfully.
“You can't,” the man said. “The women of the wooden city cannot be in the territory of the sheikh's palace for the next thirty minutes. The sheikh sent even his wives, sisters and female servants to the north of the wooden city so that the sheikh's palace would be free of women for thirty minutes. Disinfection in progress."
Sighing, I decided that I was ready to wait thirty minutes. When thirty minutes had passed, I again began to ask the man to go to the sheikh's office and ask the sheikh to give me privacy. The man fell to the ground and started banging his head. The girl tried to repeat these movements after him, but I picked her up and pressed her to me. Seeing that I was adamant, the man sighed heavily and said that he needed to return to the apartment where we live. I asked where this apartment is located. In response, the man looked at me strangely and said that the apartment was located northwest of the sheikh's palace.
 THE SECOND NINE STEPS
After thinking, I came to the conclusion that the man is sure that I know the location of the apartment, but I knew that I had never been in this apartment. What else I understood was that the man needed to change clothes, because in stale clothes, after disinfection, they were not allowed into the sheikh's palace. The man asked what the girl and I would do while he changed clothes. I looked at the girl, the girl was silent, but smiling warily. Generally I haveI got the impression that the man and the girl were a little afraid of me.
Probably, I was either a wife or a mistress to a man, and the girl was our daughter. However, this was just a guess. I did not feel kinship with the girl, and as a husband, this man did not suit me. We went with the man to his apartment. To shorten the path, we walked between the double walls of a wooden tunnel. Or rather, we stood, and the driving path was taking us in the right direction.
It was something like a subway, and the advertisements that seeped through all the cracks of the wooden city were as intrusive as in the subway. When I said I was tired, the man pressed a button on the handrail and a chair pulled out. I sat up and breathed a sigh of relief. Considering that I have been on my feet for more than three hours, it becomes clear why I felt so good. Ten minutes later we were at home.
 Rather, it was the house of a man and a girl, for me this house was a stranger, I did not recognize anything. After wandering around the house, I found the women's room. The walls of the room changed all the time. The computer, which was built into the walls, flipped through photographs of the happy family life of a man, his wife and a girl. The computer demonstrated these photos in full size of the walls. Do I need to tell you that I was in the photographs, there was my man and a girl.
 I did not recognize the places where we were captured. Finally the man announced that he was ready and asked where we would be waiting for him. I replied that I would not go anywhere else today. I will wait at home for the Sheikh's decision. Moreover, the girl fell asleep in her room. The man agreed and left, and I decided to walk around the apartment. The apartment was large and just like everything around it smelled of fresh wood. True, the walls were manually polished to a mirror finish and there were no splinters.
The man returned 10 minutes later. The sheikh graciously agreed to receive me in the front hall of his palace. Opening the closet in my room, I saw a lot of dresses. The dresses were strange. Weird colors and patterns. It was difficult to choose something. Finally, after picking up something that resembled the traditional dresses of my country, I got dressed and was ready to go. Andy stopped me.
Opening the safe, he took out the necklace. The necklace was made from the same wood from which the tunnel was built. I chuckled to myself, something, but I have never worn wooden necklaces before. Andy anxiously checked the lock on the necklace and asked to be careful with the jewelry. From what I understand, the necklace cost a lot of money.
THIRD NINE STEPS
 We woke up the girl and went to the palace. The security let us through unquestioningly. Immediately a woman appeared in a strange dress and without hair on her head, and took the girl away from us. She took her to the nursery. Then a man appeared, dressed in the same color as the woman, and equally bald, and took Andy away. The men went to the men's room. I sat down on the couch and waited for someone to accompany me too.
However, time passed, and no one was going to see me off. I got up and went. I soon realized why no one accompanied me. It was impossible to get lost here. The walls glowed, letters rushed along them, pointer arrows shimmered, a flurry of music and words rushed from invisible speakers under the ceiling. Female, children's, male voices constantly told me that I was going in the right direction. The voices praised the sheikh, asked not to forget that in our time of troubles we must wash our hands, wear gloves and masks, and also try to stay at home as much as possible. Finally I was there.
Nobody guarded the entrance to the reception hall. As soon as I grabbed the door handle, three cleaners immediately appeared, they followed me and wiped all the surfaces that I touched.
When there were ten steps to the young man who was sitting in headphones and listening to something attentively, another cleaning lady appeared in front of me and told me to remember the mask. I obediently took the mask from her hands. The fifth cleaner ran up to me with a thermometer. Finally, having passed all the checks, I approached the sheikh. The man took off his headphones and looked at me questioningly.
- Well, what did you want?
-I want to go home!
-Where are you now?
-I'm not at home.
The man chuckled and smiled mischievously.
-What is your name?
-I...I don't remember
- In the petition, your husband wrote that your name is Iris. So?
-Maybe yes
- So, Miss Iris, what do you want from me? Don't waste my time, the exchange fluctuates and I can't be distracted for long.
- Can I leave?
-Ruled out. The borders are closed!
-Your plane is allowed everywhere.
Why should I give you a seat on my plane? Who are you? How are you useful to me?
I was in a hurry. And really, who am I? What is my value?
- Well, - I hesitated.
The sheikh's hand reached out again to the headphones, which meant that another second and I would be escorted home.
- I think ... - the sheikh did not have time to finish, because I interrupted him
"I'll write a book," I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
-What?
-While we were going to the palace, I heard advertisements five hundred times.
-So what ?
-The advertisement offered the fulfillment of desires to those who would write a book about your life, the life of your father, grandfather and great-grandfather.
-Yes.-sheikh looked at me more interested.
- But as far as I know, no one has yet taken up this difficult work.
- You're right. - Sheikh put the headphones on another table. - Or rather, not even so. Three people volunteered, but did not pass the test.
-Tests? And what do they consist of?
-Not so fast. Do not rush. You will know everything. First, you must sign a non-disclosure agreement.
-Why?
- The book should be about me. About my life. About the secrets that my male relatives took with them. Nothing you learn about these secrets should be passed on to third parties.
-But after all, when the book is written, everyone will read it!
- No, the only reader of the book will have to be me!
-BUT…
I was confused and didn't know what else to say.
“Moreover, all the drafts will also have to stay with me,” the sheikh added suddenly, after a minute break. “So think about whether you need it or not. Go home and think.
-I agree. There is nothing to think about. I'll write a book and you'll send me home on your plane.
“Well,” the sheikh chuckled, “your decision is not everything. The three applicants were also confident in their abilities.
-What, what's the catch?
- My wives will judge your work. On the test, you need to write a short story of five pages. I will reproduce your story, the wives will read it and make a decision. Agree?
The Sheikh suddenly chuckled.
- Yes. - I repeated again, - but I have a request. May I meet your wives? I always do this, I find out the wishes of customers, and then ...
“Iris,” the sheikh suddenly laughed, “that’s enough. They joked and will. I admit that you have forgotten me, but you could not forget your classmates, girlfriends!
-No, I...
The sheikh suddenly got up and came up close and stroked his shoulder.
- What do you allow yourself? - I was surprised and took a step back.
- I recognize my Iris! - Sheikh laughed, - only you could afford to resist me!
-Not. you are confusing something
Sheikh interrupted me
- My mother was so sorry that you did not agree to be my wife. Now I would be the main wife in my harem! I love my wives, but they only have fitness, likes, instagrams and new cosmetics in their heads! None of them have a character like you!
The sheikh came close to me again
- And yet, why did you choose Andy, and not me? Your little Ki would be my daughter now. With your girlfriends, I only get sons, but not a single daughter.
So why did you choose it?
I tried to answer something, but the sheikh himself summed up
-Okay. Go to your friends, is that what you came for? And it was not necessary to break the comedy with writing a book. I would say right away that I missed my friends! I would understand. Go!
-Not.
- No? - the sheikh again put down the headphones that he had already stuck in his ears. - so what do you want?
-Airplane.
-Why?
- I want to go home!
-But you're home!
-Not. This is not my house.
-I think I understand! How did I forget! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry you lost your second child. The midwives and the doctor have already been punished!
You spent over three months in the hospital. Resettlement in the tunnel passed without you. That's why you won't know anything!
-Not. This is different. I live elsewhere!
-Of course! -Sheikh hugged me even tighter and tried to kiss me, -of course in another! My apartment doesn't look like this wooden box either! As soon as the virus subsides, we will return to our homes. You know that our country is the only one where there is not a single person infected with this virus. The tunnel was built in record time. The architectural and construction miracle of the Chinese, the Forbidden City, was taken as the basis. In our wooden tunnel, as well as in the Chinese Gugong, there is not a single nail either.
-I do not understand.
-Did you collect Lego or mosaics?
-Yes, many times
- Well, here it is. Our city is built on these principles. Everything was jigsaw puzzle. No nails, cement, etc.
-You are such a braggart! A puzzle in a puzzle ... They could have polished at least so that there were no splinters. Look how many splinters I put on today!
- Oh! Queen of my heart! Why are you silent! I'm calling the doctor now!
-No need.
- It is necessary, my doll! - Sheikh said something into the phone. - And while the doctor is coming, I will answer your question. In order to varnish wood, you need varnish and other chemicals. But the main principle of our wooden city is no foreign substances. Only wood from the most valuable, hard, non-rotting wood species. The city is built in the shape of a figure eight. The apartments are located so that the residents, if possible, do not meet each other. There are no vendors in the stores, only self-service. There is a separate shop for every three houses. It turned out not to be so difficult. Every six houses have their own hospital. People get sick, of course, but not the virus.
Here is the doctor. Let's talk later! -Sheikh looked pleadingly into my eyes, -please don't leave! If not for me, then for my friends! They miss you!
THE FOURTH NINE STEPS
However, when the splinters were removed and I returned to the main hall, the sheikh was not there. But a surprise awaited me. Five beauties sat on the sofa and waited for me. What started here! Laughter, exclamations, kisses! The girls were so beautiful, as if they had just left the podium. You probably already guessed that in front of me were former classmatesIris's eyes, and in the present sheikh's wife. What struck me was that the girls didn't compete. They kindly joked with each other, with me, even with themselves, but there was no anger and aggression in these jokes.
I didn't talk much, I listened more. The girls chirped like birds, it seemed that I was surrounded by magical peri, bird girls. The girls' perfumes were fragrant, the hems of the dresses flowed, their voices shimmered with all shades of music. The girls were sympathetic and tried not to remind me that I spent three months in the hospital.
That is, of course, not me, but an unknown Iris, in whose body I was now. I invited the girls to talk a little about the past. They immediately agreed. I led them down the memory road with clarifying questions, and this is what I found out. Iris studied, as you know, with the girls in the same class. Andy studied at the same school. Sheikh, however, he was not yet a sheikh at that time, but only an heir, he studied at a nearby school. In the same class with the girls, one of the younger sisters of the sheikh, Marie, studied.
Once, at a party in honor of Marie's birthday, the girls met the heir. Thus began their friendship, which later grew into love. However, the heir then fell in love with Iris, he even proposed to her.
Iris jokingly said that she would marry the heir only if he took her friends as his wife. To which the heir agreed with pleasure. And then, six months later, the unexpected happened. Iris told everyone that she was marrying Andy. Andy won her over by writing poetry for her. The heir also loved to read poetry, and often read them to Iris and her friends, but alas, he could not compose poetry. Andy was a gentle and romantic young man. However, I don't like them. But it was Iris's choice. And then…
Suddenly, a high and shrill voice rang out. Iris's friends cringed and the conversation ended. The elder sister of the sheikh, Katharina, appeared in the hall. Right off the bat, she started scolding the girls. After pouring an evil look on Iris, she wanted to say something, but woke up when she saw that the sheikh had entered the hall. Sighing, she mumbled something with annoyance and in a deliberately sweet voice that she was glad to see Iris and, whispering something in the ear of one of Iris's friends with an evil grimace, left.
The sheikh looked around at the group of friends and smiled happily at Iris. The man announced that everyone was expected in the dining room. The feast for the whole world amused Iris. However, looking at her watch, she found that she had been in a strange city for her for a long time. If you turn the clock into weeks, it turned out that she had not been at home for a month. And she also remembered the clumsy Andy and the touching, lonely girl Key.
Iris told the sheik to invite Andy and Ki to the table, but the sheik replied that he had already done so. However, Andy refused, saying that he was wearing inappropriate clothes, and Key was sleeping at that moment. Iris frowned. The sheik caught her eye and shuddered. In order not to offend his beloved, he ordered Andy and Key to be invited to the hall again. Only Ki came. The girl immediately became the center of attention. And Iris sighed in relief. Of course, Ki was not her daughter, but Iris felt a strange responsibility for the girl. Ki looked at Iris timidly and uncertainly. It seemed that she was less afraid of Iris's classmates than Iris herself. But Iris was no longer up to the girl. She furtively looked at the handsome sheik and did not understand how the real Iris could exchange this hot, handsome man for a pale moth, Andy, the one who was now called Iris's husband. The sheikh also looked at Iris without taking his eyes off. However, the idyll did not last long.
The sheikh's older sister arrived with her two arrogant daughters. The sheikh's wives buried themselves in their plates. And ate at a separate, children's table. When the sheikh's sister appeared, her daughters were also seated at the children's table. After about seven minutes, an emergency occurred, one of the sister's daughters lightly hit Ki with a spoon. Kee cried. No one paid attention to this, but Iris was on the alert, she left the table, took Ki in her arms and quietly scolded Ki's offender.
The girl was taken aback and frightened, she never met a rebuff from adults. However, Iris was hard to embarrass, she worked at school for many years and saw everything, including such angel girls with an exorbitant thirst to command over the weak. Everything could have come to naught if the second daughter had not intervened. She, not at all embarrassed, told Iris that her sister was the crown princess and had the right to beat her subjects.
Silence hung in the hall, everyone looked at Iris and waited for her answer.
Sorry, everyone was waiting for an answer from me, I'm a little confused. My body is Iris, but my soul and character are mine. And I won't give them to anyone. And I didn't hold back.
I screamed. Without holding back, I said that if anyone else touched my daughter, I would spank them. Because I am the mother of this girl and I have the right to protect her. And if all sorts of crown princesses beat my daughter, they will get back.
I unclenched the fingers of the offender, took a spoon and touched the cheek of the princess of the offender with this spoon. Of course, I would never hurt someone else's child, but what I did was enough. Roaring sisters rushed to materi. The Sheikh's sister was about to say something, but she met her brother's gaze. There was no affection and forgiveness in his brother's gaze.
Hissing something through her teeth, Katarina, together with the shocked daughters, left the hall. Without letting Ki out of my hands, I sat down at the table. I was ashamed. I looked up and wanted to apologize, but I saw that no one in the hall, not even the servants, looked at me accusingly. However, the mood was spoiled. Key became lethargic and capricious, she began to ask for her dad. Dinner came to an end.
Girlfriends begged Iris to come more often, it was clear that they were afraid of Katarina. I wanted to cancel the next visit, but unexpectedly agreed to come tomorrow. Things took a strange turn, in the body of Iris I became different. My restraint and intelligence evaporated. I felt sorry for Key, Andy, Iris's friends, and of course I felt sorry for my family, who were worried not knowing where I had disappeared.
By the way, about my relatives, of course I could order the sheikh to give me a phone, and he hardly refused me, but what could I tell my relatives? That I'm in a foreign country, living with someone else's name? And where by the way then the real Iris? A woman with a face like me? On reflection, I decided to call tomorrow.
Before I left, the sheikh announced that there would be a ball tomorrow. Naturally, no one will dance the minuet and waltz, modern, rhythmic music will sound at the ball, but ceremonial had to be observed. The dance party was called a ball. However, now I didn't care. Ball so ball. I'm tired. Tired and Ki, falling asleep in my arms. The sheikh wanted to take Ki in his arms, my hands were really tired, but a small, warm lump pressed against me, and then Ki hugged my neck.
Smiling at my lover, I shook my head. The sheikh sighed sadly, but did not argue.
FIFTH NINE STEPS
It was getting dark. The apartment where Andy was waiting for us was sinking into twilight. However, as soon as we arrived, Andy said something quietly, after that the lamps flared up and lit up the apartment, as well as our tired faces. The sheikh also made sure that the lights in each house turned on and off also contactlessly, in obedience to the voice. Andy was unusually polite.
Probably, for Iris, this was the norm, but I, Irina, expected questions and even showdowns from Andy, after all, the sheikh was Andy's rival. However, Iris' husband and Ki's father only tried to forestall Iris' wishes and smiled sadly. Now I feel sorry for Andy.
Well, yes, I am such a compassionate Russian woman.
Ki had been sleeping in her room for a long time. Andy sat in the living room and tried to pretend to read. But from time to time I caught his attentive glance at me. I fiddled with the TV remote in my hands. The silence began to weigh on me.
I got angry. Remembering that I'm still not Iris, I felt embarrassed. Then I remembered that I was not here of my own free will and began to speak. I told about what happened in the sheikh's wooden palace. When my story touched on the emergency, Andy tensed up. To calm him down, I told him about what happened after the princess hit Ki. And then Andy surprised me. He jumped up from the couch and began pacing the room. I once again tried to calm him down, explaining that I stood up for Key and then Andy finally broke through.
“You didn’t have the right to teach Ki disobedience,” Iris’s husband tried to speak quietly, but his voice trembled.
-What? You... Do you understand what you just said?
Yes, I think about every word before I say it. And here you...
I thought Andy was crying
"Wait," I tried to defuse the situation. I didn't want to offend Andy. -I guess I misunderstood you. Do you also think that I did the right thing by standing up for your daughter?
- No. - Andy tried to raise his voice, but even now he did not succeed. - You did not do the right thing. You showed Ki that you can disobey your superiors. Thus, discord was settled in a small heart. Key is the daughter of modest, not very rich and not at all noble parents. Her destiny is to obey! You showed her today that you can fight against those you order. This is extremely unreasonable! And dangerous!
“I…” my shock was so great that I was speechless
“Sorry,” Andy still tried to speak loudly, but he didn’t succeed this time either. “Let me say, maybe this is the only time in our married life when I decided to talk to you.
It was evident that every word is given to a man with difficulty. His cheeks were burning, he was holding back tears
Now I understand that our marriage was a mistake. You know that I adhere to the views of Confucius. Confucius believed that the family is subject to the husband, the husband is subject to the emperor and his family, and the emperor is subject only to the sun!
Ki I also wanted to bring up in accordance with the commandments of Confucius. But after today's story, this is not possible. You never even tried to pretend that you obey me and respect me. I was silent, hoping that my love would change you. But time passed, and you only got worse. I endured it all, but now you are trying to corrupt your daughter too. Your free thinking is like a poison, it corrodes everything in our house. I'm sorry, but I can't do this anymore. I want a divorce. After the divorce, I will leave for China, the homeland of Confucius.
- What about Ki? - Quietoh i asked
"I wanted to have Key with me, but now that you've shown that little girl that you can argue with your superiors, I don't want to take her with me!" After a few years, she will cease to obey me. And this is a violation of all the commandments. Sorry, your daughter will stay with you. With your permission, I will not sleep with you tonight, but in the living room!
Andy went into the living room. I was left with my mouth open, so to speak. I could say a lot, object, explain, conscience. Still, I was much older than Iris and Andy and I had life experience, but I ... remained silent.
I suspected that the character of Iris was similar to mine and the man, excuse me, the man, the husband, so to speak, got sick! And she had no right to scold him. A third should not interfere in the relationship between husband and wife. And today I was this, excuse me, this, the third. In the end, I decided that the morning was wiser than the evening and went to the bedroom. The fact that Andy slept in the living room today was on my hand. Conversations are conversations, but it would not be very pleasant for me to sleep in the same bed with a strange man.
SIXTH NINE STEPS
The morning brought relief. I woke up in my bed, in my room, in my apartment and in my city. No one reminded me that I had been away for a month.
The day flew by like a bird! When I went to bed. I didn’t want to, and yet somewhere deep in my soul I wished that I dreamed of a wooden city!
Oops, I didn’t dream about anything. Or rather, I’m sorry, I didn’t dream about anything about a distant country and its head, the sheikh. I dreamed of some nonsense about work, about relationships with work colleagues. In a dream, I planned some events that are unlikely to happen in reality due to the threat of coronavirus.
Then, conducting the morning rituals of washing, breakfast, etc. I suddenly had an idea. I opened my laptop and tried to learn at least something about the country that I dreamed about.
Yes, there was such a country. There was a sheikh, his five wives, his seven sons. I even saw a photo of Katharina and her daughters. However, I did not find any mention of a wooden city. It was strange!
However, the Sheikh's country has been closed from prying eyes since March. The latest news from the sheikh's palace dated back to the month of February. Maybe there was a wooden tunnel with a city inside? But how did I know about it?
All day long, while the memories were fresh, I wrote down what happened to me. Now 23.32.
 I'll go to bed soon. I hope I dream about my Sheik and I also miss Key.
3. BREAKING. GENERAL RESPONSE TO CORONAVIRUS

BREDASHKA 1
Everything seems different in the morning than before bed. Each time of the day has not only its own light and smell, but also its own taste. And the dust particles in the air swirl in different ways. The crazy ideas that come to my mind in the morning turn out to be not so crazy by the evening. Sometimes the air seems so light and transparent that it seems enough to inhale more of this very air and take off, and sometimes the air thickens, becomes dense and even kind of tangible, and begins to crush. Everything is so strange!
A group of small children went for a walk. The children walked in pairs, holding hands. It seems, well, what's strange here? The babies looked so touching and pure, so touchingly correct! However, after seeing the last pair of eyes, passers-by began to frown. Something was wrong! There was no teacher next to the children. The children walked along a route known only to them. They did not make noise, did not fight, did not try to exchange pairs. No one lagged behind and did not run ahead. The children were about five years old. The kids were talking quietly among themselves, someone was laughing, but it all looked wrong, somehow ... Too decent. The convoy stopped at a traffic light. One of the adults, who sensed something was wrong, began to approach the children. The man had already opened his mouth to ask something from the children, when he suddenly came across the look of a little girl. The girl laughed, the heads of the other children turned to the man at once. The man opened his mouth to ask something, but the sound from his mouth did not want to fly out, the sound became viscous, he got into his throat and curled up into a ball. Trying to push out the sound, the man turned to the guard and tried to attract attention to himself. The sentry, a young and responsible man, felt that he was needed and carefully looked at the man, but the man still could not say anything, but suddenly an intelligent lady with a sun umbrella decided to speak out.
- Children, what kindergarten are you from? she looked around worriedly, “I work in the education department and have never…”
The eyes of the passers-by who had gathered at the crossroads crossed on the children, the girl, who had smiled at the speechless man, suddenly smiled again, and immediately everything began to move. The traffic light turned green, the children began to chatter and began to push each other, and from behind the pedestrians came the voice of a woman.
- Children, where are you? Why did you run away? Sorry! Miss! I am an educator! These are my children!
The pedestrians relaxed, the lady from education arrogantly looked at the flushed teacher, the guard turned away. Chattering and pushing, the children crossed the road.
Soon the intersection was empty. Ostaonly a man who understood everything, but could not say anything to anyone. The voice returned to him only an hour later.
BREDASHKA 2
We are all looking for the keys to happiness. Looking for each one. Now it has become easier to search - the Internet has appeared. He will indicate the map of the treasure, tell you how deep this treasure lies, how many minutes you need to dig to get to the first layer, what methods of protection you need to use in order not to catch the virus. And then, they, these same treasures, are so insidious. They don’t like it when they dig them up and strive to infect the discoverer with some ancient virus so that they don’t climb into eternity with their shovel! A treasure digger is not looking for a treasure, he is looking for the keys to happiness. The treasure chest does not know this and actively resists digging. It’s a shame for the chest: every bracelet in the treasure is someone’s ruined life, it’s meanness, betrayal, tears and a sea of blood, and the treasure digger came and ...
“So unfair,” the treasure chest thinks, “you neither betrayed nor killed anyone, but you want to take me just like that, without spending any effort!?”
The column with the kids went forward. Crossing the road, the children began to behave as before. Silence reigned in the column. Having fulfilled her mission, the teacher faded into the background and faded into the background. She walked in silence and thought hard about what. Sometimes she glanced at one of the children, and her face was distorted by a pained grimace. Minutes passed, and the unfortunate woman again emerged from oblivion. At one of these moments, the teacher turned her head to the girl with a burst of laughter. The girl immediately reacted, her gaze met the gaze of the teacher, but there was not a single chuckle left in the girl's eyes. Startled, the woman quickly averted her eyes and tried to stop the column. However, the words froze on the lips and were not spoken. The laughing girl believed that the time had not yet come to stop. The girl was not worried about the fact that the teacher was tired. Finally the goal was reached. The sea sparkled and shimmered. However, the shore was densely littered with the bodies of vacationers. The girl needed a secluded corner, but there was no such place on the hot beach. The teacher literally fell on a bench that stood at the water's edge. All the benches were occupied, but this bench lacked three boards and, therefore, there were no people willing to sit on it. The woman sat down on the only remaining board and turned away from the children. She knew that if you did not look the children in the eyes, then you would not have to go further through the hot city. The teacher did not know the names of the children, she did not remember how she ended up near the column of silent children, the woman did not even remember her name, however ... However, no force would lift her now from the crippled bench. That's what she thought. What the children thought about this, we will never know. But it soon became clear what they wanted. The measured rumble of the beach was suddenly cut through by a many-voiced cry: "Anna Ivanovna, I'm hungry!"; “Anna Ivanovna, I need to go to the toilet!”; “Anna Ivanovna, my mother gave me money for ice cream. can I go buy it?"
The children took the teacher in a semicircle. The tired woman looked up and... And she no longer belonged to herself. She got up, dusted off her dress, and moved forward, away from the coolness of the seashore. Having achieved what they wanted, the children fell silent and lined up again in pairs. "Well," the woman thought sadly, "now I at least know my name!"
BREDASHKA 3
One day I got caught in the rain. She scolded herself for not taking an umbrella. Hiding under the awnings of shops. I was looking for shelter under the crowns of trees, then I realized that being wet is nice! Everyone was so preoccupied, shriveled and strange, but I had fun! When there is nothing to lose, only then do you relax and begin to see the world as it really is. Each raindrop was surrounded by its own light! The drops were not similar to each other. Each drop had its own name and they were offended. They wanted to be called by name, and people united them into a multitude and simply called them rain. One drop told me that while they fall from heaven to earth, they live a lifetime, and for them it is as long (or short) as a human life.
The little girl was named Marina. Marina's mom and dad were sure that the girl was now in kindergarten. According to the schedule, the children now had a sleepy hour. Marina walked in front, next to her was a boy. The boy was Marina's neighbor and lived in the house opposite. The mothers of the children were friends. Naturally, at that time, Marina had no one at home. Everyone was at work. When it was not possible to find a secluded place on the beach, the laughing girl thought and quickly made a decision. Stunned by the heat, exhausted by rapid walking, Anna Ivanovna could barely stand on her feet. Marina saw all this and made a decision. We must save Anna Ivanovna. This body will still be useful to them. Marina had a key to the door of her native apartment. She took it this morning before going to kindergarten. There were ten children in the column. In the elevator of the house where Marina lived, they all did not fit. Or rather, they would fit in, but then there would not be enough room for Anna Ivanovna. And leave her alone, waitingand when the elevator car came back for her, it was impossible. It is impossible for the teacher to get out of control. Marina left with four kids upstairs, to the fifth floor. Sasha, Marina's friend and neighbor, stayed with the other four. And, of course, Anna Ivanovna obediently stood by and waited. The woman was hot and hard. The entrance was clean, there were flowers on the windows, even the air conditioner probably worked, but the teacher was hot, very hot. The woman's body struggled. Someone else's will crushed, the body responded with panic and confusion. Anna Ivanovna's blood pressure rose and it seems she had a temperature. The elevator came up. Soon the second five children were standing near the door of the apartment. Anna Ivanovna was with them. Marina opened the door. Everyone went into the living room. Anna Ivanovna sat down on a chair and tried to close her eyes. Peace and tranquility filled her entire being. There was silence in the apartment, so unnatural when there were children in the room, but this no longer worried the woman, she wanted only one thing: never to go anywhere again. The child's hand touched the teacher's elbow. Anna Ivanovna opened her eyes. Marina stood in front of the woman and held out the phone. Without resisting and without thinking about the consequences, Anna Ivanovna dialed the number of a taxi company and called a minibus. Marina needed a minibus to take the children and the teacher out of town. There was an abandoned beach twenty minutes from the city. Marina needed to go there.
If Anna Ivanovna could resist, she would soon be at home, because salvation was so close.
BREDASHKA 4
“Children,” the driver of the minibus asked without turning around, “what is wrong with your teacher? I turn to her, but she is silent
- She is tired, - answered the girl Marina, - let her sleep. We're going to the beach. We will have a quest there. Other groups from our kindergarten with teachers will soon arrive.
Marina looked at her friends, at her command the children began to chatter, began to chat and laugh. There was noise in the minibus. The purpose of the children was to drown out the quiet moans of Anna Ivanovna, as well as her cough. The woman coughed more and more, and Marina could not allow the driver to start asking questions about why a sick woman is in contact with small children, why she is not on sick leave, but is traveling with her children to an abandoned beach, on some kind of quest.
-That's how it is, but it seems to me that your teacher is sick, - looking around, the man said again, - she coughs something without ceasing.
Marina looked at Vadim, her main friend and housemate.
- She coughs all the time, - Vadim laughed, - she has asthma, she sometimes even suffocates! She carries a certificate with her in her bag so that people do not think she has coronavirus. Can you show me a certificate?
- No, - the man was surprised, - you are so small, but you speak as if there are adults in front of me.
- This is all Anna Ivanovna, - Marina entered the conversation again, - she is engaged with us! Our group even won first place among kindergartens in the recitation competition!
“Okay, okay,” the man said, looking around again, “we are almost there!”
When the car stopped near the beach and the door opened, the man turned to look at the teacher, but Marina was on the alert, she gave an order to her friends with a glance, and then it began:
- Uncle, - the smallest boy in the group turned to the driver, - can I press the horn?
The children started talking
-And me! And me! I want too! And I want to turn the steering wheel!
While Marina and Vadim were taking Anna Ivanovna out of the car, the other eight children surrounded the driver. Anna Ivanovna could hardly keep on her feet. Having put the woman on a rusty bench, Marina and Vadim set off for the rest of the children. However, the children had already left the bus. The driver, stunned by the children's noise, gave the gas and was like that.
So, let's sum up, and open all the cards.
The children are taking Anna Ivanovna to the beach, only here they can stop the infection, but they are too late, the process has already gone too far.
There are two opposing forces, the planet Corona and the planet Click.
The inhabitants of the planet Click want to save the Earth, and the inhabitants of the planet Corona want to destroy it.
The aliens coordinating the minds of the children are defeated. The goal of the aliens, the inhabitants of the planet Click, was to save the earth from the coronavirus.
Quite a lot of time has passed since the moment when the children left the gates of the kindergarten. They are looking for children, information was leaked to the media from a vigilant citizen that either the teacher kidnapped the children, or the children kidnapped the teacher.
The woman feels bad, the children try to put a mask on her, but it's useless. The body of a woman was taken over by the rivals of the planet Click, the inhabitants of the planet Corona, it was they who brought the coronavirus to earth.
- Oh, - cried Marina, - Anna Ivanovna, where are you going? Vadim, guys, we need to stop her!
However, the woman suddenly stopped responding to the children's hypnotic orders. Moreover, she herself tried to influence the minds of children, but she did not succeed. Then she moved slowly towards the sea
“Anna Ivanovna,” Vadim rushed to the woman, “wait! You can’t, you are sick!” Get cold even more! You have fever!
“Go away,” the woman turned to the boy, her face was on fire, “go away.” , and then I'll drown!
The woman pushed the baby, but it was clear that she was struggling with herself, so the push did not even knock the baby down.
Standing knee-deep in water, the boy cowered in fear. Friends rushed to him. The children stretched out their hands to the teacher, but they were afraid to come closer to her. Planet Click no longer had power over the minds of the children, and the children came to their senses. Now they were just scared little kids.
Only Marina held on.
- We need to drag Anna Ivanovna away from the water, she is infected, and the coronavirus multiplies perfectly in water. The fairy tale about the fact that you need to wash your hands and the infection will go away was also invented by the inhabitants of the planet Corona and is actively spreading it among people. Water is an excellent conductor for the virus. Well, what are you standing for?
- And what can we do? - answered Vanya, the smallest member of the group - she will drown us.
 The woman went knee-deep into the water and wept. Her tears began to infect the waters of the sea. The children suddenly felt that they were also now infected and no one would help them.
The will of the aliens, the inhabitants of the planet Click is weakening, they are fighting with all their might, trying to help the children. However, the virus infiltrated the blood of the children at breakneck speed, and became a barrier between the minds of the children and the main coordinator of the planet Click.
When the police arrive, as well as the frightened parents, the children are exhausted in the fight against the virus. The police are trying to persuade Anna Ivanovna to get out of the water, when she does not agree, they go into the water and try to force the woman out, but the teacher suddenly has superhuman strength, and men simply cannot cope with her. She glances at the men in different directions. After conferring, the police are going to use their weapons.
 Marina, the main one among the children, is trying to protect the teacher.
- Mom, - Marina rushes to her parents, - Tell the police that Anna Ivanovna is not to blame for anything! It was we who persuaded her to come here, we felt sorry for the teacher, and we thought that the waters of the sea would help the poor woman. Don't shoot her! Now the contamination of the water will end and she will surrender herself!
Marina was right. Two minutes later, the process was completed, the woman lost consciousness and fell right into the water. The police carried her out of the water and into the car. However, they failed to leave. Following the woman, all the children, except for Marina, lost consciousness.
COMPLETE NONSENSE
 So, Marina escaped from the hands of her parents and moved towards the water.
- I… I need a piece of seaweed. Where is he? The beach is so big, I can't find it! Mom, dad, help me, I need a piece of seaweed!
“Like this?” Mom asked.
“Maybe this one?” Dad asked.
-Yes. These two pieces will do. Dad, take me in your arms and go into the water. We must go as deep as possible! Good! And now I will release these pieces into the water! Look, dad, what will happen now!
Algae did not go under water, they dissolved, and then began to cover the entire surface of the water with a carpet.
- Dad, now you need to quickly get out of the water. Algae cement water. The ocean must defeat the spores of the virus, and only then the algae will dissolve. Faster dad!
Algae covered the surface of the water at an incredible speed, but the girl's father managed to return to the shore. But, as soon as he returned to the shore, the girl, who held on with all her might, lost consciousness.
The coordinator of the planet Klik screamed from the pain that seized the bodies of the children, and from grief, because the connection with the children was broken forever.