– NOOOOO! DO NOT TOUCH ME! NOOOOO! PLEASE! I DID NOT DO ANYTHING.
Bots dragged Flutter to the exit. To put it mildly, at the moment it was restless in the smoking room. However, just like on the street.
The second floor was on fire. The first one was chaos. What was happening was reminiscent of several things at once. A tavern fight, a civil war and a “cleansing” by law enforcement of some terrorist den. Bloggers fought with everything they could with other bloggers, gunfire was often heard, and bots carried out orders. They were everywhere. Fen himself came to the smoking room. But not on the blogging side.
– Leaving! Take it! – the moderator pointed to the Pyromaniac. – Alive. If possible.
A bullet whizzed past Fen’s head and hit the bot standing next to him. Moder turned. Borodets dropped his pistol out of fear. The knife with which Fen nailed the unfortunate shooter to the wall will not be pulled out for another week. But Borodets from the other world will not be able to.
Screams… Someone threw a Molotov cocktail at the entrance. Now the first floor was also on fire. Artiker sat in the corner and strummed his guitar, as if not noticing what was happening. In the middle of the hall, all this general commotion, Basted had already lost count of the bots that had fallen under the blows of his ax. The drone, having thrust a dagger into the throat of one of the members of the cleanup group, crawled under the table and began to wait for some further development of events. El was snoring at the bar, and Morro was sitting behind it, writing a protest to London. Mad and Santiaga, armed with broken bottles, stood back to back near the stunned Ulther and fought off the bots and strange individuals in bandages with some symbols who, in addition to the bloggers, were attacking the bots as well.
-What the hell is going on here?? – Santa shouted over the noise, rubbing his broken nose. – Where did these Taliban come from??
Mad spat out blood.
– These are… cough, Sackboy’s twinks!
“I was wondering who we were still missing.”! – Santa snatched the UMP-45 from the hands of the nearest bot and fired two bursts at the owner. – Twinkies!
Suddenly, one of the windows shattered into smithereens: about 5 strangely dressed in some pink-red clothes, armed people flew into the smoking room, screaming something and firing at everything that moved. In their screams one could hear something like: “WALMART! walmart!“…
Flair stood on the stairs and, with one hand hidden behind his back, fired at the bots with his Mauser. A snake rolled down the stairs past him, covered in soot and burns. Agument and Archi came down the stairs after him, and as he walked, he put a commissar’s cap on Flair. Agument remained next to the Serpent, while the Architect ran to the aid of Andrey Matsenko, who was completely pinned down by the bots, very badly dented by the blogger in hand-to-hand combat.
Indest, finally throwing off the pink fanatic, punched and pushed Linuxoid against the wall.
– I really didn’t want to! I didn’t know it would turn out like this! – Linux shouted desperately.
– For what? For fuck’s sake, why, Linux?? I never thought that you..
– Linux is not to blame!
– Since when do you talk about yourself in the third person??
“I’m not talking about myself,” said Linukh and jerked off his helmet.
___________
*Two hours earlier*
Nyakha staggered into the smoking room. Everyone knew where he would sit: at the bar. Even though there was no bartender, he still spent his time there.
“Now I’d like to take a sip of rum…” El sat down and lowered his head on the counter. Suddenly a knock was heard. Nyakha turned his head towards the source of the sound and noticed a glass of rum. “I haven’t even had a drink today so I’m imagining drinking, no, no, no..
El looked up and saw Liter calmly standing in front of him, wiping glasses.
– Take it, take it, at the expense of the house. – Liter smiled.
Nyakh made round eyes and, with his mouth open, fell from the chair onto the floor.
– Can’t be!
The whole smoking room gathered at Nyakha’s cry. There was an incredible noise. Questions rained down from everywhere: How, when, in what way… Liter tiredly leaned his elbows on the counter.
– Hmm… I just missed you and that’s all… No one held me in principle. – Liter chuckled. – Well, except for those two dozen clowns with weapons.
The snake pulled out a box from under the table, took out a purple top hat, put it on and leaned on the counter next to Liter.
-What else interesting things can you tell us?? They just took it and let it go?
Liter hesitated.
– Well… I put the Ivka server down.
Indest laughed.
– Damn hacker!
Nyakha’s voice came from the floor.
– Everyone is walking!
A great drinking party has begun.
___________
*Right now*
— KEANU? But now you..
Keanu grinned.
– Only they think so. Shnur and I were sent to a mental hospital, but… I found a way to avoid this fate. The truth is indeed, the phantom is there.
– Do you see what your denunciation led to?! – Indest could no longer hold back, he simply yelled at Keanu, and even so, he was hard to hear. A bot approached Indest from behind and knocked him out with its butt. But he could not rejoice at his success: Flair’s last bullet pierced his head. Flair himself, with the now empty store, simply sat down on the step and began to examine what was happening. When bots approached him, he said something to them, and they immediately left. The snake sat nearby, rubbing his burns.
-What are you telling them?? How do you do it?
Flair adjusted his glasses.
– Let’s just say I tell them that I’m not the Flair they’re looking for.
Something crashed on the second floor. The smell of burning was twice as strong. A crack appeared across the ceiling, causing bad thoughts. But so far no one has paid much attention to her.
Having broken a hole in the wall, four more bots burst into the smoking room. Two of them went to help those who were pressing on Santiago and Mad, the other two quietly sat down at the bar, having previously brazenly pushed Morro out of there, who had not finished his protest.
– Um, hey, bartender! Pour us something! Yes, stronger. – Jet impatiently knocked on the counter. Then, he suddenly recognized the bartender and hastily added, “Please.”.
Liter looked skeptically at the two lazy people and began to rummage among the bottles.
– Steve, since you say you survived in these damned catacombs?
– Oh, Jet, when these two psychopaths ran around the corner, one in a blue gas mask, the other with an ax, I thought I was screwed. But… I very successfully pretended to be dead! Mom said, we need to become an actor..
-And the rest?
-Yes, everyone died. They didn’t even have time to do anything.
Liter placed two full glasses in front of the bots and continued wiping the glasses.
“Thank you,” Steve thanked and continued, “I was just so scared..
The sound of breaking glass. Jet fell to the floor. The awakened Nyakha sat down in his place, took a glass and a straw, and began to sip the drink. Steve let out a groan.
– Well Jeeeet… Jet! Well get up! Why are you lying down?? Here you go. What if they kill me now??
He took Jet by the hands and dragged him to the hangers. Hiding the body behind his clothes, Steve turned his attention to the ceiling, which began to crack very loudly, as if it was ready to collapse in a few seconds. Endfimov, who was standing nearby, also noticed this. Shouting “Get down!”!” he fell on the bot. Something loudly cracked..
*An hour earlier*
– Nice day! – Endfimov walked down the street, heading to the smoking room. He was finishing his second cigarette, watching the bloggers walking, enjoying the June sun. As he walked near the radio broadcast building, he saw Cryo smiling his signature smile. He handed out some pieces of paper with numbers to the newcomers.
*A couple of kilometers from there*
– It will be… suddenly.
Elite Fantasy sniper bot assembled a rifle while talking to himself. The job was simple, at least for him, the pay was good, and the calls weren’t too frequent. Finally, his .408 CheyTack M200 Intervention was assembled. The sniper put it on the bipod, began to aim and wait for the moment.
– What it’s like to die suddenly? Death will come from afar, from where you least expect it. Just one shot and you’ll never smile at anyone again.
The bot fired.
*Street*
blood spatter. Cryo fell on his back. The street was filled with screams. The corpse was surrounded by a crowd. Endfimov was never able to get through to the body of the dead blogger. Stunned by Cryo’s death, he ran to the smoking room as quickly as possible. Within 7 minutes he was there. Endfimov literally burst into the room shouting: “Krio has been killed!“…
___________
*Right now*
There was a whiff of cold. For some reason the ceiling didn’t collapse. Everyone raised their heads. It was covered with a crust of ice. This Taikun, having put out the fire at the entrance, entered the smoking room. Shaking off his palms, he headed towards Fen. Everyone in the smoking room watching what was happening, bots, bloggers, twinks, seemed to freeze during that crash. Now they seem to have woken up and continued the fight.
— Problems, Fen? – asked Taya.
– No, almost everything is already.
“I noticed,” Taya chuckled, freezing another Walmart twink with his face to the table.
Flair, sitting on the steps, and Strelok, who joined him, watched what was happening with boredom.
— Now I’d like some popcorn. – Flair dreamed.
– Yes. It wouldn’t look so stupid with him.
It all ended only in the evening. Nobody compensated Litra for his losses; the smoking room was still considered shared. Only a few days later it was completely restored. The matter was hushed up. No one tried to remember this day.

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