Game ofВ Tag. Fantasy

Julia Syanova

«Game of Tag» – a story for fans of fantasy and twisted plots. The action takes place in the middle of the XXI century in the space of reality and the game. The world of Julia Syanovoy is saturated with images of Grand battles, intertwined with the development of action in a scientific Institute. To get into the game against my will – not so bad, you need to get out of it. Dynamic storytelling keeps the reader’s attention throughout the story.

Game ofВ Tag

Fantasy

Julia Syanova

© Julia Syanova, 2018

ISBNВ 978-5-4490-7214-6

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

For the first time inВ his life, he won aВ lottery and became one ofВ the first people toВ participate the game with aВ full immersion. That mean, money and unique technology. Correspondents are eager toВ interview with him. He is famous!

The game, bright colors, all feelings are as close toВ reality as possible.

New technologies are beckoning, but is everything as magnificent as it is written inВ advertising?

“Dogonyalki’ (“Game of Tag’)

CHAPTERВ в„–1

INTERVIEW WITH DISAPPEAREDВ GODS

AВ country estate inВ the Crimea is aВ daydream. Fresh air, beautiful views, far from the highways and fifteen minutes way toВ the sea, but if you have your own beach, then it is not just aВ daydream, it is aВ cosmos.

Maria was riding inВ aВ white taxi and could not calm down, the landscapes were marvellous, she felt so comfortable, and the reason was the person, who invitedВ her.

When the call was received byВ the editorial office, it was answered byВ the editor-in-chief himself, he flew out ofВ the office like aВ scooter and ran toВ the director

As she was explained later, the customer was very important, so important, that for seven years till now he had been offered aВ million for an interview, and according toВ rumors, even more. All the news companies ofВ the world were hunting for him, trying toВ bribe his servants or shop sellers, where, it is also rumored, he made purchases.

But for all the seven years there were no results.

And now his personal secretary called and invited aВ young and unknown journalist toВ stay with him for three days.

All the turmoil began immediately, the chief palmed off aВ long and horrible list ofВ questions:

“These questions are obligatory. You should ask everything!”

Also, it was obligatory toВ take photos ofВ everything possible, besides the master ofВ the estate himself. The chief hinted that for the photos containing embarrassing moments, for example, drunken or naked master ofВ the estate, she would receive an advance inВ office and an increase inВ the salary. And if she succeeds inВ capturing aВ photo ofВ aВ completely obscene nature, ofВ cussing or blathering person, then she will become his personal deputy with all the respective consequences.

Masha did not like this “jaundice’, she was not comfortable with all this dirt. She, of course, promised to do everything possible for one hundred percent, but she was disgusted.

The car was driving along aВ straight road, poplars and cherries were growing on the roadside. Quite aВ strange combination ofВ roadside trees. But then she imagined how splendid it was inВ the spring: pink cherry blossoms and white fluff ofВ poplars.

When the taxi turned, the three-storeyed building arose inВ front ofВ her, like aВ video. The white building, drowning inВ the greenery ofВ trees and braided withВ ivy.

There were no high fences. So strange that paparazzi could not take photos ofВ anything. When the taxi arrived and stopped, aВ man opened the door and helped her toВ get out. Pretty pleasant appearance, inВ light breeches and aВ summer white shirt inВ fashion this summer. She supposed him toВ be the master, but soon it became clear that he was something like aВ butler named Vladimir Antonovich. He invited her toВ enter the house. And told that he would cope with her luggage himself.

She climbed the stairs and, passing byВ the columns, went inside aВ huge hall, and it seemed that all the walls were glassy.

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