"Annual?" Ignat, to be honest, it's more like a monthly disaster. I grimaced, remembering the events of six months ago. —Okay, okay. Just promise me you won't take this on camera. The last time you did that, my social media was on fire for weeks. And my boss was just furious.
Ignat raised his hands in a conciliatory gesture. —
Honest pioneer. No videos. Just an oral recitation of your sins. It's just a pity that I forgot my cassock," he laughed.
I sighed. – In general, do you remember that startup for creating VR games that I was trying to promote?
Ignat nodded. – The one where you promised mountains of gold and a breakthrough in the industry, but in the end it all
ended with you playing a "Virtual Bruiser" with yourself?
– Yes, that's the one. So, after a disastrous speech to investors, I decided to drown my grief in the good old bar
"The Lame Unicorn".
Ignat smiled sarcastically. – How "unpredictable".
"I know, I know. But there's a catch. Unfortunately, the bar found itself in a zone of turbulence due to a new trend – alcohol yoga. Yes, that's what you're thinking. Yoga and alcohol.
I paused to enjoy the look on his face, which was puzzled, and he was just trying not to laugh in my face. – And, as you can guess, my attempt to keep my balance in the
lotus position after three shots of tequila ended badly. I ran right into a group of novice yogis, disrupting their meditation and breaking a couple of candles. "It's a masterpiece,– Ignat commented.
– That's not all. After that, I decided that I needed enlightenment. And the fastest way to get there is, of course, to participate in a local stand-up comedian contest. You know, I've always dreamed of sharing my humor with the world.
–Oh no, not stand—up," Ignat groaned, shaking his head.
"You're telling jokes at the Flatlander level."
– Well, how to say it. After a few mugs of "fire dragon" (a local cocktail made from a hellish mixture of everything that burns) My jokes have become even more…
experimental. So experimental that the audience fell silent, and then tomatoes flew at me. Real, juicy
tomatoes, or so it seemed to me. At least, I hope so.
I rubbed my face. – And to top it all off, I decided that the stage is a great place to showcase my parkour skills. You know, jumping over tables, doing somersaults.…