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Mornings cannot be good. I realised this undeniable truth in my previous life. This one has only made me more aware of that fact. Although maybe I should go to bed earlier. Nah, that's rubbish. Anyway, I had to literally tear myself away from my favourite bed and pillow. Hygiene procedures and breakfast passed in a half-asleep state. Perhaps I shouldn't have stayed up so late online for information on Fisk. Would have looked it up today. But mincemeat can't be turned back, so I'll try not to make that mistake in the future. 

At school, Gerda informed me that her mum would be home for the next two days, so should have come at that time. Since I was completely free at the moment, I made an appointment for tomorrow. I wanted to get this situation sorted out quickly and get on with my life. 

The school day went normally and quite quickly. After a relaxing lesson, I decided to go to Brighton Beach. In this neighbourhood, as in my previous life, there were a lot of Russian-speaking emigrants. The USSR collapsed here too, and after that a lot of people from the Soviet republics flocked to Brighton. It was a pity that this country collapsed here too, because it would have been interesting to see what the USSR could have achieved. So to speak, to evaluate the words of supporters and opponents of communism. But what happened was what happened. 

I went to Brighton, or as it is also called Little Odessa, for two reasons. The first was to "learn" the Russian language and the second was to try some of the food I was used to in my past life. Borscht, rassolnik, chebureks, olivier, herring under a fur coat, shish kebab, kulebyaki, various pies. The same buckwheat and many, many other things. I missed all these dishes very much and was glad when I tasted them again.

I already had a place where I could eat and chat, so my personal driver Diana drove me there at once. The place was called "Little Odessa", apparently in honour of Brighton itself, and it was run by a typical Odessian, Mikhail Abramovich Klugerman. He was quite a cheerful man, and he cooked like one! And I like to communicate with him. When we approached the restaurant, Diana and I got out of the car and went inside.

There was a pleasant atmosphere, empty tables and coolness waiting for us. Just right, after the scorching sun outside. At the moment there were only three young people among the visitors, because now on a weekday most of the people are at work. At the weekend at such a time will be jammed, but for now you can have lunch in silence.

- Mikhail Abramovich! Meet the guests! - I shouted, calling the owner.

- If only I were given a dollar for every such guest! - I heard a man grumbling in reply. It was said in a distinctive accent. Half a minute later he came out to us. He looked standard enough. Slightly swarthy skin, dark short hair and beard, a hooked nose, green eyes and a smile on his lips. - Kill myself with a broom! Hello, dear guests.

- Good afternoon, - I said.

- Hello,'' said Diana.

- Why did you come to my humble restaurant? Are you going to make me nervous again by making me learn the language, Kyle? - Asked Mikhail Abramovich.

- Oh, please! - I answered in his tone. - It's still necessary to see who is making nerves to whom.

- Certainly not me to you. To think that I, a respectable Odessian, should be forced to do something without payment! - The man began to wail jokingly.

- So without payment. I bring you a client every time. - And nodded at Diana, who was already seated at the nearest table. - And that's not counting himself. All right, we'll argue later. Diana, what will you have?

- The usual, - the girl answered.

- Well, me too.

- You don't know anything about a good argument! - Yeah, and let's add Jon Snow. I wasn't attracted to such arguments, so I grimaced a little at his words. - Don't make such a sour face at me. Because I can answer, he won't miss me. Ask any Odessian.

- Yes, I think seeing your sour face will be a moral trauma for me. - Imagining such a sight, I couldn't help but snort.

- That's right. Don't test your luck... You little prick! - The man who was leaving replied angrily.

It was not the first time we had been here, so we were able to find a few dishes to our liking. In about 15 minutes we were brought out what we had ordered and began to taste the food. Naturally we ordered borscht, where without it, cutlets with buckwheat and pies with cabbage. Nothing supernatural, but I could eat all sorts of delicacies, and here I could indulge in nostalgia. As always, everything was delicious and hearty. When we'd finished, Klugerman came up to us.

- How was it?

- Wonderful, Mikhail Abramovich, - I answered, and Diana nodded her head, confirming my words.

- Kyle, I told you to call me Uncle Misha. I feel really old.

- You do? I think you are old Uncle Misha," I said, trying to get back at him for his jokes. We've known each other for two years already, and during that time he said a lot of things.

- Oh, what a naughty youth we've got now. Aren't you ashamed to behave like that with a grown man? - Asked the smiling man.

- Should I be?

- Shouldn't I?

- Should I?

- Heh, Kyle, I got to tell you, you're a good student. I should be getting paid more money for teaching, or I'm only working for the toilet!

- I'm afraid I won't have as much money as you would value your contribution to my education," I countered with a smile.

- Don't worry Kyle, it's not the money you don't have, - Mikhail Abramovich said with a laugh.

In general, he and I were communicating in a mixture of Russian and English, because logically I could not know many of the speech turns. Obviously, I understood everything, but the man either translated the meaning of the words for me or adapted them. It was not always good, but even so, I had an excellent justification for my knowledge of the language. And a very specific one at that.Having eaten, paid and chatted a little more with the man who didn't go for a word in his pocket, Diana and I drove home. I did my homework for tomorrow, sat with my devices for a while, and checked how the creation of chiponosis was going. By the time I was done, my mum had already arrived and was able to get off early. She and I even watched the local Indiana Jones, who remained a man. There were certain discrepancies in the plot, but not critical, so the time my mother and I spent was interesting enough. And almost immediately after the film, we went to our cots. 

The next school day passed standard, if you exclude my thoughts about the future meeting with Gerda's mother. After school, the girl caught me and said she would send a car to take me to her house.

Arriving home, having eaten and rested before the meeting, I began to get ready. I put on some decent clothes and started looking at the time. But no sooner had I sat like that for five minutes than a familiar car arrived at the house to pick up Gerda. The girl immediately called and confirmed that it was coming from her. Without objecting, I got into the saloon, where I said hello to the man driver. We drove briskly enough and in about twenty minutes we were at the Wright family mansion. 

The house, it must be said, was not small. The building itself was white with a blue roof and three stories high. There was a swimming pool on the side of the main entrance, as far as I could see. The mansion itself was enclosed by a high fence, behind which tall trees grew, finally hiding the privacy of the occupants. The plot on which the building stood was mostly green in colour with lawns, trees, shrubs and flowers. A great deal of labour had gone into all this splendour.

And naturally, there were a lot of very dangerous uncles and aunts acting as guards. At the entrance to the estate we were thoroughly checked and only then allowed to drive inside. After that, the driver stopped in the garage and handed me over to the butler standing there, who took me further. We wandered around the mansion for a while and came to a small room where Gerda and apparently her mother were waiting for us. The woman had short blonde hair slicked back, a graceful face, green eyes, a straight nose, and bright red lips. At first glance she looked to be in her thirties, but I thought she looked to be at least fifty. Local women, especially if they have good initial data can look like that at a much higher age. And with more money comes more opportunities, so that such an appearance is not unbelievable.

The curious thing was that Gerda did not resemble her in appearance at all. Only in her aristocratic behaviour did some similarity peep through. As soon as the girl's mother looked at me, I immediately understood who Gerda's behaviour was. Except that the older lady's superiority was somewhat veiled. She didn't push as hard as the girl. 

- At last you have come, Kyle, to my abode where I indulge in boredom and sorrow," Gerda said, as usual, in her favourite style. I wonder if her mum talks like that. - Mum, I'd like you to meet my classmate, Kyle Smith. Kyle, this is my mum, Victoria Wright.

- Hello Kyle," the woman said, lifting the corners of her lips slightly. The woman had a very pleasant, velvety timbre to her voice. - Please have a seat.

- Hello Mrs Wright," I replied, taking a seat next to the girl.

- Miss," Victoria corrected me. - I'm a widow.

- Erm, sorry. - Gerda, you couldn't tell me?!

- It's all right. Something tells me that little rascal hasn't said anything about her family at all? - the woman asked with a sad smile.

- There was no need, and so I told nothing," answered Gerda.

- How familiar," Victoria said with a nostalgic smile. - But still, I am surprised that you have an acquaintance with whom you communicate on a regular basis. And a boy, too.

At the last phrase, she stretched slightly and sat up so that I had a wonderful view of her body. And there was a lot to see. But I quickly got myself under control and tried to look at the woman's face. It seemed to be working, but Victoria's eyes had a cheerful twinkle in them. She'd definitely noticed my gaze. No wonder, from the looks of it, this is definitely a very experienced lady. I guess I'm attracted to milfs. What a revelation. Although in this case it would be a sin if I wasn't attracted.

Gerda, on the other hand, frowned as I caught a glimpse of her. Immediately, my Moonstone jewellery began to heat up. Oh, my God. What the hell is that? Why is she so horny compared to her usual state?

- Gerda is quite... - I stopped talking, searching for words. - She's an unusual girl. And that scares a lot of people off. 

- But I guess you were braver than the others. - It's not that she was braver, she just confronted me with the fact. - And from what I hear, you're the reason your school avoided a lot of casualties in the shooting. 

I just shrugged at her words, because I had nothing to add. Meanwhile, Victoria continued.- I was against my little girl's decision to attend this school," she said, looking at Gerda. - She should have learnt in the most prestigious place, but Gerda didn't want that.

- Because there is nothing there that would be interesting to me, - answered the girl in a tone that made it clear that this was not the first such conversation. - But in the current school I could find something very curious.

And she shot her eyes in my direction. Her mum noticed and smiled.

- Well, I'm glad she did. Kyle, can you tell me a little bit about yourself?

- I'll say it again. My name is Ki- Kyle Smith. I'm 12. My home is in the northeastern suburbs of New York City, in a neighbourhood of private homes. I go to school and get home at 8:00 p.m. at the latest. I don't smoke or drink. I try to go to bed at 11pm and want to get exactly eight hours of sleep, no matter what. I drink warm milk before I go to bed, and I warm up for about twenty minutes, so I sleep until morning without any problems. I was told at my physical that there are no problems. I try to convey that I am a normal person who wants to live a peaceful life. I don't fill my head with problems like winning or losing, and I don't make enemies that would keep me awake. I know for sure: this way of interacting with society is where happiness lies. Although, if I had to fight, I wouldn't lose to anyone. - I crossed my arms and sat down to make my words epic. Hopefully this performance of mine will make Gerda's mum not want to talk to me and she'll talk to her daughter. - It's just mum in the family. That's basically it.

- Ha-ha-ha, what an interesting presentation of your biography! - but Victoria was only amused. Looks like I've played and lost. - You're the only one who forgot to mention starting your own social network. And at such a young age. You know, that's something not everyone can do.

Oh, come on! I'm gonna be remembered for social networking for the rest of my life?!

- I'm just modest. I don't like to brag about my successes. - and all I had to do to reinforce the image was to stamp my foot on the floor.

- Well done," Victoria said approvingly. - If that's so, why don't you tell me how you met Gerda?

- It all started with a glance," I began, putting more pathetics into my voice. Victoria made herself comfortable and looked at her daughter with a smile. - When Gerda first came to class after her illness and began to examine all her classmates. And then she looked right at me! A spark, a flame, a frenzy, and Gerda is already sitting behind me. And a few days later she calls me to talk to me alone...

- And then what happened? - The woman interrupted my silence by stepping forward. You could see the demon in her eyes. The woman was definitely amused by the situation.

- And then Gerda said that I was interesting and now she would watch me to dispel the boredom.

- That sounds like her," Victoria said, nodding. - 'But I'm glad at least she's interested in someone. Especially if it's a boy. I guess my little girl's all grown up now.

She said the last with a wry smile. Gerda, however, sat perfectly still all the time, paying no attention to me or her mother. I wish I could have embarrassed her. I would have watched it.

- Since we've gotten to know each other a little, I suggest we have dinner," Victoria said, and I nodded in agreement.

The woman stood up after that and headed for the exit. Gerda was next, followed by me. Victoria went ahead, and the girl and I were a little behind her.

- You know, if I didn't know better, I wouldn't have thought you were mother and daughter, you're very different," I said quietly to Gerda.

- 'No wonder. We are not kin, though our ties are stronger than those of many people bound by blood," replied the girl, as if nothing had happened.

- Ahem! Unexpected," I managed to squeeze out of myself.

- It so happened that the native man left me, and my mother three years ago picked me up and brought me up. For that I am immensely grateful to her. - Even if at first glance you could say that Gerda is calm, but as I think, it is contrived. It's not surprising, though. Such a shock for a small child can't just go away.

- I don't know what to say.

- And you don't have to shake your head. Whatever happened in that sad time, I was only hardened like steel and met someone who wished me well," said Gerda, a little calmer.

Meanwhile we entered a small room, in the middle of which stood a splendidly carved table. It was accompanied by six carved armchairs. Opposite the entrance there was a window, which gave a view of the picturesque place, full of beautiful plants. On the table itself were plates, cutlery and various dishes. The smell was inexpressible. The chef here definitely does not eat his bread and butter and caviar for nothing. The only problem was a lot of cutlery for dessert, fruit, fish, appetisers and other things. Luckily after my mum organised the company, I was trained a bit in their use and wouldn't have to be embarrassed.We were mostly silent during the meal, with occasional glances at each other. The ladies were watching how I was getting on with using the cutlery. It was average. Gerda and her mother did much better, which was not surprising. 

Having tasted the first, second and dessert, I can responsibly say that the food was excellent. When I asked Victoria to thank the chefs for me, all I could do was stretch out on the armchair in blissful indulgence. Gerda came out at that moment, saying she'd be back soon.

- Tell me, please, how do you feel about Gerda, Kyle? - Victoria asked an unexpected question as soon as the girl came out.

- It's hard for me to express my thoughts on the matter, Miss Wright," he told her, hoping to evade an answer.

- 'I agree, Gerda is not an easy girl. But there are reasons for that. I heard what you and Gerda were talking about on the way here. You know, we met on the street in the winter. - I noticed the woman's eyes clouded over with memories. - She was all ragged and hungry and scared at the time. At first I just wanted to clean her up and give her to the authorities, but after living with her for a while I decided to adopt her. Luckily Gerda herself was not against it, so I quickly organised the necessary papers. Sometimes money helps a lot. And that's how we live.

- It's sad, but why are you telling me this? 

- I can see you're not very happy to be here today. I'm sure Gerda made you promise to meet me and pretend you were friends in exchange for something," Victoria said calmly. She knows her like the back of her hand. - With this story I want to explain to you that Gerda's unusual behaviour is the result of very unfortunate consequences. Please don't judge her harshly. She may be a peculiar child, but she's certainly not a bad one.

- She is," I said with a chuckle.

- Besides, you're the first person she's ever brought here, Kyle. I've been busting her chops for a while now, trying to convince her to find a mate. And she hasn't even called anyone just to get rid of me. So it's quite an achievement that you've come here," Victoria said with conviction. - She's the only thing I have, so I only want what's best for my little girl, that's why I was interested in you, after what she said. Well, let's call it a day, or Gerda will be here in a minute.

How does she know? But before I could even ask the question, the door opened and a girl walked in. That's funny. Is that a mother's instinct? Anyway, Gerda sat down in her seat and continued to drink her tea with aristocratic dignity.

We talked some more about school, life, family and other things with Gerda's mum. She herself occasionally inserted snide remarks and drank tea. It was mostly me who had to do the talking to Victoria. I also found out how both mother and daughter knew about my creation of Skynet and other social networks. It turns out Gerda had asked her family's head of security to find out about my family. What a smart girl.

But everything comes to an end sooner or later, and so our meeting came to an end. As it turned out, Victoria was also going to Fisk's reception, so some time before the event, she said goodbye to me warmly and went to change her clothes. I didn't even realise at first how she'd got me so clever. Talent multiplied by experience, no other way. 

Gerda volunteered to escort me to the waiting driver. As we walked along, on the one hand she expressed the idea that now mum would be less pushy with her about her friends. On the other hand, the girl would not be able to avoid various hints about growing up, sex and so on. Here my powers were already all I could support Gerda only with words: be strong, be strong and so on. Having expressed her attitude to such support with one expressive look, the girl brought me to the garage.

Having said goodbye to her, I got into the salon. There sat the same driver, who drove me home without a word. Luckily, the traffic jam had only lasted a short time, and I got back while it was still light. Mum was gone, probably already at her appointment.

Since I had nothing to do, I went on the internet and stayed up until nightfall. Mum still hadn't turned up. It must have been a big appointment to keep her so long. Good thing she warned me, so I don't have to worry. Anyway, it's time to go to bed. My favourite school is still on, alas.

Having had a good rest, I got up earlier than usual. I should have gone to bed earlier. Even so, a couple more hours of sleep wouldn't have been a bad idea. I toasted some toast for breakfast and was about to eat when my prodigal mother showed up. She was a little dishevelled and wrinkled, but definitely happy. How exciting. 

- Hi Mum," I said as I went out to greet her. - You're running a little late.

- Hi Kyle, waaaahhh," the woman said as she walked past me, yawning through her mouth. She then sat down tiredly on the couch in the hall and leaned back on it relaxed. - I managed to meet some interesting people who wouldn't mind making mutually beneficial contracts, that's why I stayed late.

- Did those people wrinkle your clothes like that? - Barely holding back a laugh, he asked her. - And what smelling perfume they have, that now you smell of them too. Men's, if my nose is correct.

Mum blushed and looked at me indignantly and embarrassed.

- Don't give me that look," I told her, raising my hands in the air. - Am I supposed to expect a brother or sister now?

- N-no, we were using protection.... - Mum whispered, and then she jumped up indignantly. - Kyle! What kind of talk you're having with your mother! Shame on you!

- I'm embarrassed right now for not being embarrassed," she replied, scratching the back of her head.

- Kaaayle! - With an indignant cry, my mum came at me and started tickling me, because she knew I was afraid of it.

- I'm just kidding, I'm just kidding ha-ha-ha! Stop it, ha-ha-ha! - I started fighting her off. It wasn't working.

- And you're not jealous? - Mum asked me with hidden fear when we'd calmed down.

I think a child in my place would be jealous, but luckily I'm an adult and I understand that women have certain needs with men. And I can't complain, to be honest. Mum has always devoted most of her energy, money and time to me. And that's why I never protested against her very rare affairs, which for 12 years can be counted on the fingers of one hand and still half will remain.

- Not really. I'm an adult and I understand that there is a call of nature," I answered her with my nose up proudly. Then he went on, embarrassed. - I've felt it myself now.

- Gee, is my baby not a baby anymore?! - The radish asked cheerfully, pleased with the opportunity to change the subject.

- It's not funny, you know! It's very distracting! - I exclaimed indignantly.

- I can't help it Kyle. It's your cross to bear, so bear it proudly! - Is she kidding or is she serious? She's kidding, she's laughing her head off.

Anyway, after a few more disguised jokes from Mum, I packed up and headed off to school. Another peaceful day. Hopefully.

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