СКАЗКА ПРО ОБЫЧНУЮ САЛФЕТКУ

Пока не сели все за стол,
Услышала я странный спор:
Кто всех важнее за обедом?

Тарелки звякали квартетом:
"Без нас никак не обойтись,
Так что, Графин, посторонись!"

Тут Ложки с Вилками восстали:
"Вы бьётесь часто, мы ж из стали,
Без нас нельзя культурно кушать..."

Но, не желая их дослушать,
Воскликнул громко острый Нож:
"А ну-ка тихо, молодёжь,
Шеф-повар и король здесь я,
Не справиться вам без меня!"

Но, кашлянув заметно громко,
Воскликнула мадам Солонка:
" Позвольте,  я скажу вам честно,
Со мною спорить неуместно!
Я уважаю всю посуду,
Но Соль  дают к любому блюду..."

"Да, только будут сожалеть,
Ведь ты мешаешь похудеть,
Виновница гипертонии,
Сейчас все знают это в мире!"-
Съязвили новенькие Чашки,
Хоть с виду были и милашки...

Свой голос подавала редко
Простая скромная Салфетка.
Она беспомощно вздыхала
И мысленно себе внушала:
"Ох, жизнь-жестянка - однодневка
Без ласки, смысла, фейерверка..."
Но думы резко прервались,
За стол обедать собрались.

Довольно звякала посуда,..

С Салфеткой же случилось чудо:
Когда вздыхала та несчастно,
Под вилкой лёжа безучастно,
Малыш, испачкав чем-то ротик,
Поцеловал её в животик,
Сказал с улыбкою: "Спасибо!"...
Какой же стала та счастливой!
Она ведь нужной оказалась
И в жизни тоже состоялась.. Какова чудесная Салфетка? 😀😀

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Код d92bfe уровень 993

Operation: Frozen Fire

The message came through on Khladov's encrypted smartphone at precisely 23:47 hours. Three items stolen. Three locations. One suspect.
Orest Khladov—codename: *Frost*—adjusted his perfectly tailored charcoal suit and allowed himself the ghost of a smile. After six months of tracking the shadowy organization known as "The Whisperers," he finally had a lead.
He poured himself two fingers of premium vodka. Neat. Always neat.
"Time to go to work."

THE GARAGE — 00:30 HOURS

Khladov moved through the darkness like smoke, his footsteps silent on the oil-stained concrete. The Chevro-L Pickup sat in the shadows, its chrome gleaming under the moonlight streaming through the skylight.
He ran his hand along the vehicle's frame. Modified. The engine had been retrofitted—this wasn't just a vintage car. It was an escape vehicle, capable of speeds no civilian truck should manage.
His earpiece crackled. "Frost, this is Control. The target has been spotted near the Pool."
"Copy that. I'm en route."
He photographed the vehicle with his watch—a custom piece from Q-Branch that doubled as a camera, communicator, and in emergencies, a rather effective taser.
One piece of the puzzle down. Two to go.

THE POOL — 01:15 HOURS

The indoor pool shimmered like liquid sapphire under the emergency lighting. Khladov scanned the room with trained precision, his hand resting casually near the Makarov pistol concealed beneath his jacket.
There—the Skiing Virtuoso trophy, partially submerged near the diving board.
He retrieved it carefully, noting the engraving on the base: *"Poseidon's Pride — Champions 1967."*
"Interesting," he murmured. "Why would a boiler room assistant need a skiing trophy?"
Then it clicked. The pieces aligned with the satisfying precision of a well-oiled weapon.
"Control, I need everything you have on one Boris Petrovich. Former Olympic hopeful, skiing. Cross-reference with current employees at the facility."
"Already on it, Frost. And... you're not going to like this."
"Try me."
"Petrovich worked for a Soviet-era program called *Operation Eternal Winter*. They were developing agents who could operate in extreme cold. The program was shut down in '91, but—"
"But some of them went underground," Khladov finished. "Waiting for activation."
"The trophy isn't a trophy, Frost. Our techs say it's a data storage device. Disguised as a golden figurine."
Khladov's jaw tightened. "And the Snatchin Fireman?"
"Not a fireman at all. He's Petrovich's handler. Codename: *Ember*."

THE BOILER ROOM — 02:00 HOURS

Khladov descended into the heat with his weapon drawn. The pipes hissed and clanged around him—an industrial symphony of steam and steel.
The Snatchin Fireman stood near the main boiler, his grotesque mask reflecting the orange glow of the flames. In his metal claw, he held what appeared to be a detonator.
"Agent Frost," the figure rasped through a voice modulator. "I expected you sooner."
"Traffic was terrible," Khladov replied smoothly. "Why don't you put down the device, and we can discuss your pension plan?"
"You think this is about money?" Ember's laugh echoed through the chamber. "This facility sits on top of a geothermal nexus. With the right catalyst—" he gestured to the boiler "—I can trigger an eruption that will blanket this region in volcanic ash. A nuclear winter without the radiation."
"And Petrovich gets his eternal winter. How touching." Khladov took a step closer. "But there's a flaw in your plan."
"Really? And what might that be?"
"You're not the real Snatchin Fireman."
Khladov moved with lethal speed, firing three silenced shots that struck the pipes above Ember's head. Superheated steam erupted like a geyser, filling the room with blinding white fog.
When it cleared, Ember was on the ground, the detonator skittering across the floor. Khladov kicked it away and removed the grotesque mask.
Boris Petrovich stared up at him with the haunted eyes of a man who'd spent too long in the cold and then too long in the heat.
"The real Snatchin Fireman was a decoy," Khladov said quietly. "A collectible figurine you placed to cover your tracks. But you made one mistake—you couldn't resist keeping it. Sentimentality. The downfall of every operative."
Petrovich smiled bitterly. "I just wanted to feel snow again."
"You will," Khladov said, hauling him to his feet. "In a Siberian prison yard. I hear it's lovely this time of year."

EPILOGUE — THE CAFÉ, 48 HOURS LATER

Khladov sat at a corner table, the Chevro-L Pickup's keys on the table before him. Control had authorized him to keep the vehicle—after Q-Branch finished removing the weapons systems, of course.
His phone buzzed. A new assignment. A stolen artifact in Prague. A mysterious woman. The usual.
He finished his vodka, left precise payment on the table, and walked into the night.
Somewhere, pipes were whispering. But Orest Khladov had learned long ago: sometimes a pipe is just a pipe.
And sometimes it's a weapon.
It was all a matter of perspective.

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Maryam 5b79b2

Detective Orest Khladov encountered the boiler assistant right outside the boiler room. He looked dazed, confused, perhaps guilty. Khladov thought there was something suspicious about him and decided to interrogate him. “Excuse me sir, what are you doing outside the boiler room? Shouldn’t you be at work?”. The assistant seemed to come out of a trance and said: “Yes officer, you are right. I should be inside the boiler room, but there is something wrong with the pipes. An hour ago they started bubbling and gurgling, then they began to talk to me! I could not believe it!”. “Talk to you? And what did they say?”, asked the detective.
The assistant looked pensive and then told a strange story: “The pipes said that they were not truly pipes and that the boiler room was not a real boiler room. They were all part of an illusion created by an evil wizard to trap those who succumbed to his spells so that he could enslave them and use them as he wished. They said that I was one of the wizard’s servants and that there was a mission for me to carry out. My mission was to go to the garage, steal a vintage car, then drive it to the swimming pool and kidnap a boy. I felt a strange surge within me that compelled me to do as I was told. So I went to the garage, found the car, drove to the pool, hit a boy on the head, dragged him unconscious into the car and drove back to the boiler room. There the boy was transformed into a figurine right in front of my eyes. Now, I am here wanting to escape this nightmare but unable to do so”.
The detective could not believe what he was hearing. Was the assistant boiler mad? Did he really believe in anything he had just said? Just then, he felt an irresistible force pushing him into the boiler room and heard a voice coming from the walls laughing and saying “You are mine now forever …”.

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Maryam 5b79b2

Обратно приходится сыщику Хладову раскрыть новое дело ! Кто из кочегаров своровал машинку и фигурку ! Надо с каждым поговорить , кто же взял эти вещи ! Проходя мимо бойлерной он увидел Снетчина -Кочегара , ты случайно не видел кто заходил вчера в бассейн ! -О вчера много народу плавало , Магда бегала , искала фигурку , говорит пропала из коллекции «Лыжный Виртуоз « , а в гараже машинка пропала « Шустрый кардинал «. Весь Загадочный Дом обыскала , нигде нет ! —Это дело как раз для вас Орест ! —Вы разберись с этом делом! Скетч -Кочегар побрел в бойлерную , пора протопить весь дом .
Да интересно , интересно и пошел к Загадочному Дому . Войдя в дом , он увидел Магду . —О Магда , добрый день ! — Я как раз собиралась к тебе . — Не волнуйся, я в курсе , что пропал раритет . — Ты когда была в бассейне , на кого больше всего обратила внимания ! — Ты знаешь, а ведь в бассейне был Снетчин-слесарь , он что-то отворачивал . —Ты мне покажешь , где именно стоял ! —О да ! Они пошли в подвал Загадочного Дома . — Вот за кувшином стоял крутил что-то в трубе. Сыщик заглянул в кувшин 🏺 там лежала машинка , а за кувшином лежала фигурка , но зачем ему все это !
Он вызвал в свою комнату Снетчина -слесаря . Войдя , он замялся у порога . —Ну и зачем было воровать раритет :»Лыжного виртуоза « и «Шустрого кардинала « . —Да я хотел сынишки показать ! —Но почему именно эти ! — Да я , когда был молодой получил эту награду за победу в Олимпиаде! А машинку , я ему рассказывал как эту машинку подарил сам Кардинал Загадочному дому ! —Ничего себе ! Я этого и не знал ! — Ну ладно покажи сынишке и обратно принеси ! — Больше не бери ничего из-за Загадочного Дома ! Магда очень нервничала !
—Я пойду попрошу у нее прощения . Спасибо Вам Орест , вы замечательный сыщик , взяв машинку и фигуру , завернув в тряпку , Снетчин-Слесарь вышел из кабинета и пошел к Загадочному Дому , Магда скорей всего там!

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