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Prologue

Everything contains nothing.
At least 70% of it.

Extract from ‘Thoughts of a Drawn Man’


Al-ac-Cordion stepped off the ship and first he did right after he went to the nearest caf;.
- Double espresso with vodka, please – he said to a waiter.
- According to Al-ac-Cordion it’s the end of summer.
- First day of autumn if to be precise. Have we met before, mister?
- The Master – you know me under this name. What is wrong about my Brush, Stormy?
- Nothing special.
- Great argument. Well, so be it. Bye.
The fog dissipated in Stormy’s eyes weaving a waiter's smiling face pronouncing slowly and very clear (must be for the third or fourth time):
- Your cappuccino with Pavlova is waiting for you, sir.
- What about my vodka and double espresso?
- You didn’t order it yet. Ready to order?
- No. Where is Ms. Pavlova?
- It’s on your plate, sir. It’s your dessert.
- Should be delicious – mumbled Al-ac-Cordion looking at a meringue dessert topped with a slice of strawberry and whipped cream.
- Pay cash or credit card?
- Card. Hope you accept Masterсard?
- Sure – said a waiter, - but only if it’s black.
- It’s black.
- Then no problem. Enjoy your meal, sir.