Three of the server, not including admin.

Yuhotron. Kilogram per amp. taboo. Vodka and under the fat. Cheated out. Bulgarian. BDSM - Gay verinka. Misha again. IBM? . Silence - gold. The question on the card.

Previous chapter:.
Chapter 1. Server.
Chapter 2. Admin.
Chapter 3. Running on the Spot.
Chapter 4. Pornonet.

Day wore on, it was already the third hour, as we launched our megaplagin to social networks, called universal suffrage Yuhotron. In fact, I rewrote it from our own enterprise application that tracks all non-work related activity in the browser and beat anyone should - only added the image viewing and tagging, which is why our 1st release came at such an incredibly short period of time. I cut almost all the extra functionality of a corporate program, leaving only the logging to know when and who took advantage of our wonderful tool. The result is a little xpi file ( ~ 300Kb ) for Mozilla fayeroks and a little more for IE. Viewing ads directly implemented in the embedded mini browser.

In order to quickly popularize yuhotron, we placed ads on all of our ( already pretty hyped ) pages and blogs and have come to expect community feedback. Frankly speaking, the reaction was the opposite of what we expected - no comments, no surveys, no cries of CG / AM ( incidentally, this also means a kilogram on the amp, right?). If it does not count downloads, which showed that the downloaded 50-60 copies per minute from each of the dozens of web hosts which we have laid out the distribution, and the growing popularity of torrent index, we would have thought that the project failed. It took about 2 hours, and we were already 50,000 users.

- Topic - taboo - said Kirill. - It would not have boasted of its advanced bastards and modernity, but when it comes to the most expensive, inappropriate jokes. But to look interested, here and shake.
- Yes, the lack of sex education - a terrible vesh - Sergey agreed, and told terribly unseemly, but very funny story about the newlyweds, programmers, muddle GPIO.

Otsmeyavshis, we decided to eat, the good time is had by the evening, and climbed into the upper room. Refrigerator is half empty, smoked fish was over, and had only light beer.
- Another day, we must hold out, and then it will be harder, - said Sergei, slicing bacon with bread found in freezer.
- Hey, at least bacon vodka ryumashku holodnenkuyu. Yes gribochek even solenenky - dreamy said Cyril. - Beer and sausage is in the throat do not climb.

Be that as it may, the beer, as they say, hit the balls. I do not like light, but it was a nice, fresh flavor with an interesting.

Sergey and Kirill started to discuss some old stuff from the days when they were at the CMC, and laboring in the turbine building techniques GNIIVTS, rubbing alcohol, contact CM -20, and I spread my jersey back and decided to lie down. Buzz Servers, monotonous mumbling colleagues - it reminded me of the atmosphere of the meeting with top leaders in the summer, when the lazy a fly on the ceiling, someone says that, but in fact the thought away, in a meadow, where it is warm and well.
Naturally, I fell asleep.

I woke up on the fact that some sounds were heard from the bottom. We looked into the door and saw that the door to the server is shaking under the powerful blows. The feeling of joy and anticipation of the release of a close immediately enveloped us and we went down in one gulp, and crowded around the door, which banged into something very heavy.

- What are they beating well, then? . - Break after all, and the door is not cheap. Keys lost?.
- Maybe it is stuck? .

At this point, stopped at the door knocking and silence. We listened a few seconds, nothing was heard, and suddenly, with a characteristic shrill sound of Bulgarian screamed and ran into a clang of our hardened steel doors.
- Do not like this on our own, - said Sergey. - Our caretaker or in my life would not allow the door to cut.
We looked at each other, and Cyril commanded: - ka Well, let's take away the top, away from sin... and something else will begin to blow.

Climbing up, we pulled for the failure of the stairs, and covered the door, leaving a small crack to look at our guests'. The light turned off in the upper room and lay down near the hatch. A sense of liberation was replaced by the expectation of a close family troubles.

Bottom of the Bulgarian finally cut through the canvas door, the door creaked and tumbled with a crash into a server. In the resulting passage broke people who are not reminded of any of our colleagues, or even rescue of a rescue service or police, and in general anyone was. Dressed in a blue striped leggings and tight T-shirts with light blue helmets with tinted windows on their heads, most of all they looked like fighter pilots, said at a gay party with a theatrical bent. Update: the sadomasochistic party, so they kept in the hands of a hefty batons and stun.

Breaking into the server, they immediately searched every nook and. found a hat with earflaps, which I forgot on the console.
- They are somewhere here, boss! . His face seemed vaguely familiar. The chief took the earflaps, for some reason it smelled, then slowly raised his head and looked straight at us! .
- Bring a ladder - ordered the chef - they should be at the top.

We recoiled from the hatch and he finally slammed. Not saying a word, we dragged a chair and an old sofa on the door and sat on top.

- Who is the mother of the leg, are you? .
- A view from them is not very friendly - I added. - Batons, and these blue and white striped tights.

Cyril could say anything, because at this moment the door for us shuddered and sat up. The sound of voices and began to knock at the door with something heavy strikes were accompanied by shouts of encouragement.

And at this moment, when my nerves were on edge, behind some creaking. With the disgusting feeling in the abdominal area uhayuschego heart, I turned around and saw that the door is opened. We all breathed the same time:.
- MISHA!.

Yes, it was Mike. He had just got out of the refrigerator and looked around anxiously. Judging by his relaxed mind, clean-shaven cheeks and T-shirt hell FreeBSD instead of Linux foreva, Mike clearly did not sit in the refrigerator and got out of a decent place.

- Others! - Whispered Sergey. We quietly got up from their seats and began to surround Misha, cutting off the refrigerator, so it suddenly disappeared or run away again.

But Mike was not going to leave us. He took out a card with a large inscription ' Aybiem ' and looked at us.
- What aybiem? . At this point, hit the bottom again and it dawned on me:.
White - striped men? .
Misha nodded vigorously.
- Yes, there are some blue at the bottom of the people here are full.

In confirmation of my words lifted the hatch and began to push through there some piece of iron, apparently to keep the hatch closed. Mike responded faster than all, he ran to the hatch, and shoved his foot piece of iron down. There was a roar and slammed the door.

Mike went to his laptop, pulled all the wires out of it, picked up under his arm and back, pulling on the go card on which was written: ' Forward! ' .

In the fridge instead of the shelves with food products has been some progress, coming down at an angle of 45 degrees. I walked around and looked behind the fridge - the rear wall was still intact. Besides, I remembered that we have moved a refrigerator when trying to find a way out.
Again I looked in the fridge and looked more closely: the course went into the darkness, could see the dim glow in the distance. Sergei cautiously peered deeper and waved his hand in the fridge - if it was a clever special effects, then the arm would hit the wall. But the hand will not hit - it seems there really was some progress.

- Guys, there is some progress - uncertain, I told. Actually, I read a lot of different science fiction, but to a hole in the fridge.
Michael nodded his head vigorously and gestures offered to immediately climb inside, but the idea did not cause us strong encouragement. It is unlikely that there were more puzzled by the people than the three of us. Theater of the absurd, and only.
Meanwhile, dragged from the bottom and blows things have become much booming, furniture jumped on the hatch and depart. It was obvious that we do not hold out for long.

Meanwhile, Misha got three packs of cards, similar to those which he enjoyed himself, but much newer, and handed them to each one of us. Then he showed us a card ' Follow me ' and ' Do not talk! ... We followed as he climbed in and before you turn in a lateral move, he turned and waved his hand invitingly.
By this time the hatch lifted and blocked again, there came a shocker hand and tried to get us. The choice was a small - and we climbed into the fridge.

Just a couple of meters of the course has ended and we were in a small room with artificial lighting.
- Where are we? . More precisely, we tried to ask, because I felt that I could not utter not a word.
If you watched the Matrix, remember what a face pulled a Keanu Reeves in a scene where Neo is deprived of speech by questioning the agents. Around the same feeling, only much more unpleasant. And here again I was surprised when I heard:.
- Do not speak!. - Is said to Misha. - Here we are again ( mentally, so to speak ), numb and stared - Misha says! .
- Do not try to say - repeated Misha - Now you can not talk. Use the cards until. We need to get out of here immediately and destroy the way until we got no aybiemery.
And Mike drove us from the entrance and closed the hatch with his powerful impressive steel lock, then pulled the switch that says ...

I looked at the pack of cards. The first was a card that says, ...
End of Chapter 5.
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