Trafika Europe 4 - Armenian Rhapsody

“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

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