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“Don’t waste your breath. This is already just pure
philosophy, and we’re just doing business.”
Gregor yawned again – he was tormented by insomnia аt
night, that’s why he got used to napping during the day.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” Max rose up, without
letting go of his brother’s chronomatizer.
“Don’t miss your aim at the toilet. Cerberus doesn’t like the
scent of human piss,” Gregor muttered as he placed a neck
roll under his head.
Maximilian locked himself in the bathroom, splashed water
onto his face, and looked at himself in the mirror. “All this
needs to be fixed up,” he said to himself. Once and for all.
He set the mode to chronopherisis on his brother’s device,
on the display he pressed “11” – their age difference. He
didn’t trust his trembling hands, so he took the barrel of
the chronomatizer into his teeth. And he pressed the start
button.
In a minute he regained consciousness and, grabbing the
washbasin, stood up straight. The face of Gregor was
looking at him from the mirror, wrapped in a long head of
hair. His birthmark had grown bigger, and that annoyed
him somewhat. Everything else was absolutely fine with
Max. A real upgrade. He cut his shaggy beard that hung
nearly to his bellybutton with his brother’s scissors, and