"Well, then I'll try to find everything myself!" Said Dara, proudly shaking his head and sticking his chin forward.

"We should act, not talk, Ohohohohoho," Dara said pathetically and laughed with a homeric laugh!

Banu, Dara's mother, when she heard his laughter, smiled. "Again my son is fooling around, most importantly, as if the child was not amusing himself, if only he would not cry."

In the room on the ground floor, the elder brother Shire sighed exaggeratedly and said: "Ugh, this moron, got carried away with something again, I told him how many times you don't have to dig deep and so wide, no one appreciates this case!"

Shire pressed his fist to his lips, and then threatened the ceiling with his fist; on the second floor, his younger brother continued to laugh out loud! What is he, "Idiot! Instead of finding work when he is on vacation, this little brother only deals with all kinds of bullshit!"

"Who did he just so restless freak out into?" thought with a foot tapping the chair of Shire.

Dara, on the second floor he shouted loudly and clapped his hands joyfully, screaming loudly at the whole house: "I changed the world! I changed the world, Smal-An, Smal-An! I will become rich! "His eyes sparkled like a myriad of stars, his hands trembled with anticipation, rich booty!

"Why? Because I found some old book and in it on the margins there were simply inscriptions made by someone unknown, maybe it was a joke or maybe not!"

"Young people always overestimate what they find, usually mistaken, but sometimes Jack Pot wins!"

"So am I. I hit the jackpot!" laughed in full Dara.

He began to pack up to go to the nearest city archive..

Then he remembered that the materials he was interested in were apparently in the "materials for official use" section. The fourth level of secrecy, the easiest. But for him you need to write a letter, wait a month. I had no time!

However, Dara did not lose heart! Obtaining permission to read material in the archive was not easy, but it was the East. Here, communications and contacts decide everything, closed doors open in an instant!

Another could tear his hair in place, scream, bang his head against the wall. However, Dara walked and admired the beautiful view of the sky, inhaled clean falling air into his lungs, a soft ulba hung on his face. He sang the "deer and snowstorm"* pension, which was popular at the time of his father, and energetically went to his friend Baraz.

More recently, Dara found out that Baraz and his grandfather served in the same department. Prior to this, the old man did not mention this.

About a month and a half ago, Dara was driving with Baraz to the bazaar. The road was suddenly blocked, foreign guests had to come. As usual in Small An, roads are generally blocked, creating problems for local motorist and suddenly the policeman reached out a bit, smiled, saluted Baraz, saying that "this ban does not apply to our esteemed veterans", and missed the car.

Dara then looked questioningly at Baraz? Asking a silent question? "Who are you"?

Only then, Baraz, slightly bending his head and coughing, muttered: "Well, you ... you know", he looked around: "I and your grandfather", "in short, he is my teacher, and I went through his internship"!

Dara had a glazed look and some kind of emptiness in head: "Why? What internship did you go through? In the shop? I didn't know that my grandfather also worked as a seller in a grocery store?!!

Dara leaned closer to Baraz, scratched his temple, and then asked the same question again: "Did you do an internship at a minimarket?" "Then why did the policeman say that you are our veteran?" "Why did he greet you?" "Why did they miss it, when all the cars were left standing in front of the intersection?"

Baraz smiled: "The policeman said that we have a way for pensioners, he respects the elders and therefore missed us!"

Dara smirked and said in a sweet tone: "Of course, elder, but I remember what he said, our veteran, not a pensioner!" "It makes no sense to deny the obvious?"

"Well, you're exaggerating everything!" Baraz languidly tried to get rid of, but Dara grabbed him!

Baraz gave up ...

"Well, sooner or later you will still find out that your grandfather was my teacher when I did his internship after the police academy!" Baraz told him reluctantly and smiled shyly.

Smiling warmly and crossing her arms over his chest, Dara said: "I felt that you were a difficult person, my intuition is well developed!"

"Who is my grandfather? I suppose, major? "

Baraz said: "Take it higher, son, he is a lieutenant general!"

Then Dara found out that grandfather and Baraz worked in the police, in the "k" department, which was engaged in cybersecurity, in a distant industrial era, then there were computers. Nevertheless, they were large, instead of disks there were magnetic tapes ... In short, before the digital era, they were analog.

Grandfather Firuz Mirza Zade, was an information security specialist and oversaw scientific organizations. Baraz, was a subordinate of his grandfather.. Now their knowledge is already outdated, and they have been retiring for 30 years, engaged in a garden and grandchildren.

Now Dara was walking towards this Baraz, singing under his breath "We will ride, we will rush on deer early in the morning, and desperately burst right into the snow dawn" tapping the fingers of his right hand through the air. Walked along a deserted street, strewn with fallen leaves. It was cool, so small clouds of steam burst from the mouth.

He sat on the benches in front of the minimarket, his shoulders hunched over, he was all somehow limp, looked at the sky with an empty look, but in a moment he came to himself when he saw Dara.

Baraz blossomed, smiled broadly in the east, and wished Peace and prosperity.

"Where we go"? said Baraz smiling.

Dara, with a sigh of satisfaction, said a "archive"!

As Lao Tzu said, The Road to a Thousand Li Starts in One Step.

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* https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vxv48DVjIlg