"Viktor Pelevin. Generation P (fragment, англ.)" - читать интересную книгу автора

like the one from a Marlboro pack was mutely sparkling on its breast
pocket. Morkovin said that it's a club jacket. Tatarsky didn't understand
but obediently put it on. Also Morkovin hooked a luxurious looking
notebook in leather cover from the bag, an unbelievably thick pen labeled
"Zoom" and a pager - at that time these were just starting to appear in
Moscow.
- This thing you'll hang on your waistband, - he said. - At one sharp you
meet the customer, at 1:20 I'll call this pager. When it beeps, you'll
take it from the waistband and will look at it in a solid and
business-like manner. All the time while the customer talks, make notes in
the notebook.
- What is all this for? - inquired Tatarsky.
- Don't you understand? The customer pays huge money for a sheet of paper
and several drops of ink from a printer. He must be absolutely sure that
many other people had paid money for the same thing before.
- In my opinion, - said Tatarsky, - It's because of all these jackets and
pagers why he might get suspicious.
- You complicate the things, - Morkovin waved his hand. - The life is
simpler and more stupid. And also...
He took a narrow small box from his pocket, opened it and handed over to
Tatarsky. Inside was the heavy, beautifully ugly watch made of gold and
steel.
- It's Rolex Oyster. Careful, don't damage the gold plating - it's a
fake. I only keep them for business. While talking to the customer, you
know, jingle with it kinda casually from time to time. It helps.
Tatarsky was enthusiastic with all this support. At 12:30 he left the
metro station. The guys from "Draft-Podium" were already waiting for him
by the entrance. They arrived on a long black Mercedes. Tatarsky already
knew enough about the business to figure that the car was hired for a
couple of hours. Sergey was still unshaven but now it was something
gloomily-stylish in it - maybe because of the black jacket with
unbelievably narrow lapels and a butterfly tie. Lena, who was working on
contracts and book-keeping was sitting by his side, dressed in a simple
black dress (neither cosmetics nor jewelry) and holding a small folder
with a golden lock. When Tatarsky scrambled into the car, all three looked
at each other and Sergey said to the driver:
- Forward.
Lena was nervous. Giggling, all the way she was telling about some
obscure Azadovsky - obviously he was her friend's boyfriend. This
Azadovsky caused in her the feeling close to awe: having arrived to Moscow
from Ukraine, he moved into her friend's apartment, registered there "in
Russia, one must register his address with the police always", then
summoned his sister with two kids from Dnepropetrovsk, registered them as
living in the same apartment, then, without any pause, he sued his
girlfriend, took over her apartment according to the court decision,
sending her to live to some subletted room in the communal apartment.
- This guy will go far! - repeated Lena.
The most impressive thing for her was the fact that the sister with kids
was immediately exiled back to Dnepropetrovsk after the operation. In
general, there were so many details in the story that by the end of the