Parisian chocolate can be bitter

“Come on, come on,” he encouraged them.

They all laughed in unison. Then the girls were overtaken by a rather brisk boy with a mask on his chin. His bike was just right. With a low saddle, gearbox, tires against dirt, not one Euro piece is probably worth it. This one will go far, or rather go.

– Girls, it’s better to have an aquarium! – Stop it! “he shouted, throwing mud at Basil as he turned the corner.

– What’s that for?” I already had fish, guppeshki. Then some sick girl was put up with them with a beautiful tail and everyone got sick, and medicine is more expensive than an aquarium… " the first girl dismounted.

– Why fish?” Snails are another matter. They only breed eerily. But you put them in the freezer and in the trash afterwards. That’s what my kin do.

The column stretched out. Basil pretended to tie his shoelace. Here, at last, came the rearmost, quite unsportsmanlike-looking teachers, obviously, living on paycheck to paycheck. Their sour, amorphous faces show that they were traveling under duress. Simple school workers who run errands for the Department of Education without a shadow of a doubt. Basile would not be surprised to learn that these men in cellophane raincoats showed their pretty pupils caricatures of Mohammed during the day and played petanque with them in the evening on the Champs-Elysees. Oh, my God, what squalor…

Teachers, seeing a man without a mask, stretched out a banner. The sign read: “Health is the most precious thing you have. Get vaccinated. Think of your loved ones.” One of them even nodded to Basil.

“Nice day for a run, monsieur.

“I wouldn’t say that,” Basil said, tightening the knot tightly. “They promised snow this afternoon.

“I don’t think so,” said the second teacher. “It’ll still be drizzling.”

“If you decide to make a vaccine, monsieur,” said a third. “Then remember that you can’t drink alcohol or smoke for forty-two days.

– I’ll be the last one to do it!”

All the passers-by who were nearby looked at each other in alarm.

“Good day, monsieur.”

“Well, where is that devil Mignot?” thought Basil, thinking it low to say good-bye to them. Suddenly, something dripped on my shoulder. What else can drip from above if bad weather is canceled? Precisely! Here’s Minho.

“Hey, asshole!

– hello!

They bumped fists together without offering a hand. A tribute to quarantine fashion.

– You’re done running, aren’t you?” Minho chuckled, chewing his menthol gum even under his mask.

“Yeah,” Basil said, annoyed. “What a sight you look…”

“Don’t push it, buddy. I know I look like an idiot, but I’m not rich enough to pay fines like you.

– What are the penalties, Mignot?” You’re a famous sprinter in Paris. Where are the policemen before you?

– You’re forgetting their cute little dogs. I saw one of them at the entrance to the forest. Rough. A real wolfhound and what’s interesting without a muzzle. Okay, let’s get down to business… " and Minho, as if nothing had happened, ran along his route.

“He’s in pretty good physical shape today,” Basile thought, and was forced to join in.

“The gloves aren’t in very good condition, but they’ve been featured in almost every UFS tournament,” he began from afar, catching up with Mignot.

“The main thing is that they have Didlo’s blood on them…” the auction agent said reassuringly. – You can try to split it into two lots.

– How’s that?”

– We’ll put out one glove first, then the other. On the second one, the price usually soars by thirty percent, but I think it will still be rotten.

– Why is it rotten? People still remember me.

“They remember, they remember,” Mignot said, turning abruptly onto the asphalt path. “But do they appreciate…?” You may be a champion, but you’re retired. Now there’s more to eat than you.

“Who’s that?”

– Fernandez, for example. Everyone’s always talking about him…

“Who the hell is he?” He was still walking under the table when I put the Bald Man down.

“Oh, buddy. So I say, when was it… You’ll need to be announced in a new way. Okay, get at least a couple of meters away from me. There’s a mounted patrol ahead. Oh, shit! They let the dog out. If anything, you don’t know me! And don’t call, I’ll dial it myself.

– Well, is there anything we can do for you?” Basil said angrily, trying to stop Mignot from diving into some thicket, but Mignot fought back with the envy of a girl being raped.

“Fuck off, I’m telling you – » the fat man finally got free and was gone. A little bit and immediately into the bushes.

“I’ll catch him!” Atu! Basil shouted to the shaggy dog, pointing at the runaway coward. “Maybe later, with a severed arm or leg, he’ll get smarter.” Damned cowardly city!

At this time, the dog approached Basil and lay down, carefully studying him. The masked intruder waited with a grin as the patrol approached. The latter were not long in coming.

– You, monsieur, get caught violating the mayor’s decree number… and hell, where’s my memo?

The first rider appears to be only a boy, but he looks as graceful as a gallant knight, barely swaying in a cavalry saddle. Under him was a beautiful horse of white Arabian color, very pliable with snorting nostrils all the time. Basil even admired the animal. He loved horses. In his grape villa, after all these stupid restrictions, he will have to get a horse like this.

“Yes, yes, and you’re beautiful, too,” he said, trying to pat the head of the wolfhound, who had grown bolder and was sniffing at him. “Or is she a girl?”

“That has nothing to do with the case, monsieur! You can’t run without a mask – " a second, more experienced-looking police officer rode up to help, clearly not wanting to change to a friendly tone. His short-legged bay mare also snorted unpleasantly.

“I don’t run, I stand,” said Basil, and he straightened up with a mock salute.

“Prankster, I’ve seen you somewhere…”

“Well, go on while I discuss some details with your owners,” Basil said, lightly tapping the dog’s nose, and it made a playful lunge and ran to frolic on the nearest lawn.

“Ricky, where to!? Come to me! The young policeman was annoyed that the dog had obediently obeyed someone else’s orders. – What’s going on with Ricky today?” he turned to his partner, who was just glaring at the intruder.

“It’s a good day in the woods, so he’s freaking out…” he said distantly, one hand on the club strapped to his hip. “Besides, Ricky did his job. Come on, Raphael, write out the ticket and let’s ride on. Our dog is too interested in fishermen…

“They probably don’t let the fish go back…” suggested Basil.

“Who are you anyway?” Who are you? – the law enforcement officer on the chestnut mare couldn’t stand it, menacingly circling the athlete.

“A horse in a coat,” said Basil, who was about to receive a blow on the back. “You’d better calm your dog down!”

At this moment, there was a commotion on the dock. The wolfhound drove the fishing men into the water and began to bark loudly at them.

“Ricky! Ricky! The gendarmes shouted at him, but the dog wouldn’t stop.

Basil decided to leave, but was shouted at.

“Stop there!”