A Paladin overseer of Androide walks through the Shopping Room in the new Heavy Armour of Greatness and with the Mace of Greatness +5 in hand. Behind him walks a technical paladin Bookmaker, with lists of bets of the next sweepstakes. Silence around... There is no soul in Central Square... Open doors of rooms and taverns look at the light of God sadly, like hungry mouths; near them there are not even beggars. - So you call me names, damned? – suddenly hears Androide. Guys, all witnesses! You're not supposed to tease! Help me! Ah...a!
I can hear a squeal. Androide looks towards the forum and sees: from the Creativity conference, loud laughter is heard and people fall there. On the forum crucified a man in Armor Scout and FBK8 with a stone and a badge of the Teuton clan. He grabs his heart, swings his arms and tries to erase the top with his finger. Finger's already bloody. I heard a second laugh and cry: “Do not read!” Sleepy faces are pulled up on the forum, and soon a crowd gathers in the Creativity branch, as if from the ground grown up.
- No mess, your nobility! ... says Bookmaker.
Androide makes a half-turn to the left and steps towards the gathering. Near the forum itself, he sees, stands the above-mentioned man in the Scout Armor and, raising his right hand, shows the crowd a bloody finger. On his half-drunk face it is as if written: “I will tear off you, slur!” and the finger itself has the appearance of a sign of victory. In this man, Androide recognizes the head of the Tetovna Supreme clan. In the center of the crowd, on a place of honor hangs the topique himself - the culprit of the scandal - describing the Teutons clan. In the teary eyes of the crowd with laughter, the expression of the upcoming fun.
- What's the occasion here? asks Androide, crashing into the crowd. Why here? What's your finger for? Who was screaming? - I am going, your nobility, I am not touching anyone... the Supreme begins, coughing into his fist. About the Colosseum with the Paladins, and suddenly this top is neither for this nor that. I’m sorry, I’m a person who works... My job is small. Let them pay me, because I may not move that finger for a week and I will not be able to come to the Colosseum due to injury. This, your nobility, is not in the law, so that from the top to endure. If everyone writes about us, it is better not to live in the world. . .
- Hmm. OK... says Androide strictly, coughing and wiggling her eyebrows. - All right. Who's the author? I'm not gonna let this go. I will show you how to write in the forum! It is time to pay attention to such gentlemen who do not want to obey orders! As soon as they fine him, you bastard, he will learn from me what the forum means and the rules of communication on it! I'll show him Kuzkin's mother! The bookmaker, the warden appeals to the attendant, find out who the author of the topic is, and make a protocol! The top must be destroyed. Now! I haven't read it, but I condemn it. Whose top is this, I ask?
- It seems to be the Supreme Paladin! shouts one of the crowd. - The Supreme Paladin? Hmm. Take it off, Bookmaker, I'm armoured. It's so hot! I guess before the rain... One thing I don’t understand: how could a top-topic offend you? – says Androide to Supreme. Did you point his finger? He's harmless, and you're so healthy! You must have cracked your finger with a cloves, and then you had the idea to rip it off. You're a famous people! I know you, Neutrals! - He, your nobility, attacked someone below the level, to laugh, and there they did not tolerate - they did not tolerate tea. “Your nobility,” said one of the chaotics. - You're lying! I didn't see it, so why lie? Their nobility is an intelligent master and they understand who is lying and who according to conscience, as before God. And if I lie, let the Supreme judge. His law says... Everyone is equal now... I have one of my own clans in the Paladins... if you want to know. ..
- Don't argue!
- No, this is not the Supreme Paladin ... – says Bookmaker deeply. The Supreme has no such talents. He's getting more and more chaos. ..
- Do you really know that?
- Right, your nobility...
- I know that. The Supreme everything is strict, everything is according to the law, no jokes, and this top is the devil knows what! No plot, no content... meanness only... And what kind of topography to publish?! Where is your mind? If there was a certain topic in “Proposals” or “Complaints”, you know what would happen? There would not look into the law, and immediately - do not breathe! You, Supreme, have suffered, and do not leave it so. We have to teach! It's time...
- Or perhaps the Supreme Paladin... thinks aloud the city. There is no reference to authorship... The other day I saw, wrote something Supreme.
- “Vestimo, Supreme!” says a voice from the crowd. - Hmm. Put on my armour, Brother Bookmaker. Something blew in the wind... Chilling... You copy the top and show the Supreme there and ask there. Tell me what I found and sent... And tell them to have a separate page called Wisdom. He may not have slept at night, he worked, and if every pig pokes a finger at her top, it will be long to spoil. Talent is a rare thing... Put your hand down! Don't put your stupid finger out! It's my fault..
- There's the old-timer Paladinsky coming, Maniac, let's ask him... Hey, Maniac! Come here, honey! Look at the top... Supreme?
- I made it up! We did not write anything in our hearts.
- There is nothing to ask, says Androide. She, this article, is an enemy! There's nothing to talk about here for long... If he said to remove the topography and punish the author, then remove and punish. Destroy, that's all.
- This is not the Supreme, the Maniac continues. He's the evangelical brother who came here. Ours isn't an article hunter. Their brother is hunting...
- Did their brother come? Cavalier Third? asks Androide, and his whole face is filled with a smile of tenderness. Jesus Christ! I didn't know! Are you coming to visit?
- Visiting ...
- Oh, my God. Missed my brother... I didn't know! So this is their work on the forum? Very pleased. Copy it, work... Topek wow... The relevance is so... The head of this heart, the poor man is worried! Ha-ha-ha... What, give me a read? Whoa... whoa... It is beautifully written, ... a talent like... Grandiose...
The maniac copies the top and goes with a copy from the forum. The crowd laughs at Supreme.
- I'll get to you! - threatens him with Androide and, wearing a reservation, continues his journey through the Trading Hall.

P.S. If anyone did not recognize in the work a small alteration of the story “Chameleon” by the great Russian writer A.P. Chekhov – shame and shame. P.P.S. And triple shame and shame on the one who tears down the top.

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