Hello everyone, today I want to introduce you to my work. I publish an excerpt from my story - it is called Deep Space
**Prologue**
Hi, my name is Lex. I'm an ordinary guy, a student, I do not have a particularly bright appearance, but I'm not ugly (this is purely my personal opinion). Lex - this is my nickname in all computer toys since childhood. The history of the origin of the nickname is simple, like twice two is an abbreviation of my real name Alexander. I'm a pro-gamer, at least I consider myself to be so, and evil tongues of envious people call me zadrot*.
*zadrot - on russian задрот insulting word means a man who is only interested in games
With studies at the University there were certain difficulties - for systematic absenteeism, I was expelled. Why was he playing truant? Well, if only because my studies frankly burdened me and I was even happy with my deduction. However, "not for long music played" - ancestors, having read to me a series of lectures and having distributed magic pendels, have there and then rushed to strain all communications. Thanks to some financial support, they restored me, with a transfer to my eyes.
By that time, I already had a good income, working as a beta (a beta tester of new toys). But the income from my work, unfortunately, was not constant, which was the decisive factor in the struggle with parents for independence. Nevertheless, after screaming and arguing to hoarseness, after drinking a bottle of valerian woman, a consensus was reached - I'm leaving my parents for a rented apartment, but I'm continuing my education. Ancestors hoped that as a result, the krovinushka realizes all the uselessness of his pastime, he will take up his mind, graduate from the university and go to normal work.
But I thought differently, so I gladly agreed to the conditions set. In absentia, it will be much easier for me to do my favorite thing, and attending lectures is not necessary - money is everything.
**Part 1. Swat**
Today I got up relatively early, maybe I would have slept again (I love this business, because I work late in the night, well, or early in the morning - it's more comfortable for someone), but I was awakened by a messenger's saw. Someone insistently wanted to talk. Yawning and scratching his ass, I went to the computer.
I was written by my childhood friend and invariable companion - both for a bottle of beer, and in all toys. Swat, aka Sergei Svatinsky - a person restless, cheerful and with a large share of pofigizma in character. He himself called this share karma and considered himself a karmist (the author knows about the existence of the word fatalist), and he wanted to spit on those who did not believe that such a word existed at all.
His parents were in regular business meetings and business trips, earning more and more money. The material values they put above the family, so Serega was left to himself. The participation of parents in his life was limited to the monthly transfer of a certain amount (I must say, nehily, by my standards), rare phone calls and even more rare joint trips to charity evenings and business lunches.
Seryoga never worked with me, or rather, he always arranged with me partner, but did not work - too boring. This is my trick - to examine all the game corners, find at least a tiny bug, though an error in the textures. For this, I was appreciated by employers.
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