Three of the server, not including admin.

The phenomenon of the admin people. WC. Nobody is perfect. Talker - a boon for spyware. Hunger is receding. A friend of the gay. their two. attack. Alternative cooking. Debugging functions resident. Season of Deputies.
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At the top of something crackling, crunching rose ceiling panel and from there hit the lights. Then came the head, in which we at first with amazement, and then with an ever-increasing joy, our administrator know! .
- Misha! . - Misha, open! .

Misha, namely the so- called our administrator, disappeared from our sight, but just a little while he came back and dropped out of the hatch of iron reinforcing drin, equipped with a rough welded ' stepping stones '.

Lightly knock on the subject, who first climb up, we are one spirit climbed up the rough, but apparently reliable stairs, and found themselves in a very strange room. The ceilings and the rooms were perekurocheny converged at a very odd angle, the floor represented the number of converging planes at different angles, and generally, the whole room looked like a large lump of crumpled paper that is stuck to the concrete, and we were in this weird space. One of the ... Administrator Michael calmly, though with some annoyance, we examined.
- Where? .

Misha 's face brightened the light of understanding and sympathy, and he showed his back. Something hexagonal, after 3- second observation, and was identified as the door. Bursting back, we found something like half of a standard toilet, been charged blue tiles, which is diagonally crossed a concrete barrier, as it were, cut off part of the cabin. Fortunately, the severed part was white porcelain object occupied all our thoughts the last half hour.

By reducing the pressure to an acceptable level, we looked around. The room was warm, so we finally took off and returned to vests admin who had to sit in a large leather, pretty ragged chair, and with someone, it seems, chatilsya.

- Misha - Cyril touched his shoulder admin - Where are we? .

Before continuing, we should say a few words about our admin. Misha was, shall we say, somewhat strange personality. He has worked in our office for a long time, at least longer than me, but was virtually unknown to most workers, and not even all of the IT shnik knew his name and whether we do the admin, and a buhgaltersha even once asked . Of course, for people understand all this says about the professionalism of Misha. He managed to quietly replace the broken keyboard and mouse, new employees coming into the workplace, get ready and fully configured computer with the enclosed slip of paper with a list of passwords, and problems on the servers, we did not know anything at all - everything just worked smoothly .

But no one is perfect, and Misha, including. Was it a flaw that terribly annoyed many people - Mischa silent. Thick, chunky, completely bald (some say that the clean-shaven, but I think this light can not reach any Gillette ), in their constant wireless headphones KOSS, which he never took off, he did not utter a single word. He politely answered and deployed e-mails, but flatly refused to communicate with voice. Personally, I never heard him say. If you were pressing on him and demanded an answer, he took out a notebook one of the laminated cards with different labels. The most popular was a card on one side of which was printed ' to send me a email', and the other ' Restart the computer, PLEASE '.

Many times the leaders of the IT department (which changed to the canonical cycle time of 18 months ) fell into a rage about the silence in the meetings to which they invited the admin, and tried to dismiss Misha, but, having understood a little bit in the volume and quality of Misha's work, quickly cooled, the .

' Chatterbox we have a lot, and Misha a ', so said the current chief of nervous lady in accounting who came to complain about the ' cad ', who came not greeted and immediately crawled under the table ' to turn any piece of iron '. Especially zealous zealously molodyaschayasya a lady, which, apparently, is most upset that Michael crawled under the table, not to her.

And here we were face to face with this chelovechische. Despite the obvious urgency of the situation, it does not look like Mike out of his usual state of harmony with the universe. He raised his head and looked questioningly, that was supposed to mean: ...
- Yes, we have a question! .

Michael waved his hand: ' Below '.
- After the server? .

Mike shrugged. Here, I suspect that the rumors of belonging to the Order of Misha orthodox Taoist - admins is quite true. At the very least, his face an expression of serenity and complete agreement with the passage of the Tao Te and sound. Usually I have nothing against the Taoists, and in general I am for world peace. Judging by the fingers hrusteniyu Kirill, he experienced a similar ( of course, involuntary ) feelings.

- Oh! .

Fridge was old, gray with dust and cobwebs, even from the outside, but inside things were much better: there was a half a box of different varieties of beer, a couple of little sticks nadgryzennyh sausage, a few bundles of smoked fish, and a few loaves of bread in plastic bags. Obviously, death from starvation we are not threatened. We are distracted by admin, who immediately lost interest in us, and even looting stocks are not made ​​to break away from his conversation, and lightly but firmly, to eat, sitting right there on the pile of wires and insulation.

- Well, what shall we do? Asked Cyril, chewing a piece of dried sausage. - Mike, it seems, live here and not going anywhere.
- And a good living - confirmed Sergei, drinking beer, smoked mackerel.
- I think he's chatting with a friend, - I said - Then, ask a friend to call on us to protect and release.
- And what if he has all the familiar. are Silent? - Kirill expressed a general concern.
- Well, at least one that is normal, - Sergey has expressed the common hope. - Well, not all the same, such as Leschine friends.

It seems that this is Andrew1976 I remember now at every opportunity. So, a drink with someone on a night out, or throw to the subway, and then it turns out that a friend of yours is such a. , A gay, I mean, and you - one gay. And do not otmoeshsya - now and your colleagues at the urinal next to become the entire [ female ] Accounting is laughs, then looks sympathetically. Gaia is not care, he only flattering attention, and you go, blushing, and thus more likely to bring on suspicion, and in general, and m. Dr.. and m. n. And does not otmoeshsya - zavedesh office romance with a beautiful girl, say - ' _takih_ girls love ' to someone 's face nabesh - ' that's healthy bull. so _oni _tolko and know that rock in the gym ', we can only suffer in silence. As the poet wrote, ... No, well, an option can not wash or shave, wearing sweat pants with the knees extended and otherwise, and to emphasize their muzhikovatost machistost. But customers do not understand, work kicked his wife will run away. But better to be gay than a bum, if you're not gay?.

My thoughts were interrupted by a cry of Cyril:.
- They are only two!.
I moved closer and was a little shocked, too: They really only had two!.
List of contacts from our admin included only two entries! .

Mike, seeing that we look over his shoulder at his ICQ, suddenly upset, rolled all the windows by clicking Start -D, jumped from his chair and began to besiege us, apparently objecting to our intervention in the privacy of correspondence.

- Look, - he tried to reason with Sergey - ask a friend to call the guard, they will open the door, and we immediately get out of here!.

But Michael shook his head irritably and pushing us to the improvised couch, showed us that we were sitting quietly, and went back to an interesting chat.

- What a fool with the letter m. Is it hard to call - after a bottle of beer with a fish is difficult to be angry at someone, and Sergey just quietly wondered.
- But why talk to him talk - Cyril slashed arm. - We are the same three - two men held even, and the third sends a message.

We cautiously looked at Misha. Only that it is quite easy to the three of us drove to the side, and his neck hoo, you see, not just the beer sucked.

- Let's grab him by the arm and push the chair, nakinem cord and associate, and has already rolled back in his chair to the side and will keep for as long as we solve problems with communication with the outside world - I suggested.

So they decided.
We quietly crept up behind Misha's seat ( since he was busy with his chat ), jumped on his hands, and clutching the chair, immobilize it with a piece of wire. He kicked and butted (still silent ), but the attack was sudden and so successful.

Cyril and Sergei dragged kicking in the admin side, and I sat in front of the keyboard and tried to get in touch with Mishin interlocutors. There were only two, the first one was a nickname doctor_lyvsy, and the second viktorpe.

Apparently, the most active with Misha chatilsya viktorpe, I briefly looked at the past posts, it seems, it was about cooking (?), And I decided to start with it:.

ad_mike. : Good evening! . We were locked in a server, and we need you to call by number 762-23-96 and asked to open the door. And we just go away and you can return to the conversation with Misha.
viktorpe. : mmm.
viktorpe. : Misha? .
ad_mike. No, it's not Mike. This is Alex, Cyril and Sergey. We work together with Misha, we were locked in a server. and so on. Call please!.
viktorpe. : You say - you have three?.
ad_mike. : Yes. That is, with four of Misha.
viktorpe. : Call Misha to the keyboard.

I turned around: ... But looking at the raging Misha purple from the strain and attempts to escape, so that there were a chair shaking, And Cyril and Sergei panting hard, keeping it in the chair, I realized that this was not the best idea now.

ad_mike. : Now Mike can not come.
viktorpe. Why? .
ad_mike. No, do not panic and he was very. upset.
viktorpe. : From what?.
ad_mike. : From the fact that we do not let him talk to you! .
viktorpe. : so.
viktorpe. : Misha! . Try to calm down, I'm with you, and help.
ad_mike. : Damn, just call! .
viktorpe. : calm. In your condition is better not to deal with security, or even more so with the police. Nothing you have not soaked mushrooms, double-.
ad_mike. Q: What mushrooms!.
viktorpe. :. They are very strong and untested. Rastroyennykh personality - the effect is rather rare. Or even the opposition of his ego growing glamor around? .
ad_mike. : A friend. just. Call.
viktorpe. : This is something. There is still Alex?.
ad_mike. : YES!.
viktorpe. : Take it easy, Alex. Looks like you're dominating a split personality in the minds of Misha. Tell me, what you drive, what is your car?.
ad_mike. : What's the difference, man? .
viktorpe. : So what kind of car?.
ad_mike. : Mini Cooper! .
viktorpe. : Cooper S?.
ad_mike. : Yes!.
viktorpe. : O! .

It seems I have become very much pounding on the keyboard, so Cyril and Sergei shouted in unison: ' type, you will break! . Meanwhile viktorpe continued:.

viktorpe. : Do not worry, the effect will not last long. Try to sit quiet and everything will return in a few hours nomru. Just do not go to bed, and then you can not wake up! .
viktorpe. : Ay?.

I removed his hands from the keyboard:.
- It seems that each Mishin thinks that Mike get drunk some mushrooms, and the three of us - the fruit of his imagination.
- Good friends do you. - Said Sergei Misha and tried to pat him on the head, but he escaped and klatsnul teeth. - And you're a good. when you sleep with his teeth against the wall.
- Well then, grab a second, - Cyril hastened. - Armchair long endure, now collapsed completely.
Those time viktorpe said that he would return the next morning, when I (we ) will be easier, said good night, he added a strange smile |.
And I took the doctor_lyvsy. At this time I was smarter. If Misha fun alternative cooking, the devil knows what relations connect him with these two contacts. Better to pretend to Misha and try to make this call to be doctor_lyvsy. At this time I more carefully looked through the history of communications: conversation revolves around some kind of function return values, addressing issues beyond the boundaries of the block, call stacks, and m. Dr.. : It seems that this was doctor_lyvsy someone like programmer.

fmike. Hi, Leaves!.
doctor_lyvsy. Oh, hello, Shaggy. Are not you in the session?.

For a second I thought that it might at a time, but he thought that 's okay.

fmike. : Yes, it has stood little pause.
fmike. : I wanted to ask you.
doctor_lyvsy. I do hear.
fmike. : Leaves, there should be an urgent call one guy, and I died mobila.
doctor_lyvsy. : Mobila? .
fmike: Sure, but what of it?.
doctor_lyvsy. : What are you, Micah! .

The conversation began to get strange direction, but I decided not to give up and continued:.

fmike. : C'mon, who needs it. In addition, it cut down, died, I 'm telling you.
doctor_lyvsy. : It's dangerous!.
fmike. Yes, all right, drove. Listen, call.
doctor_lyvsy. I can not.
fmike. Why?.
doctor_lyvsy. : You know why.
fmike. :?.
doctor_lyvsy. : Stop it fun! .
fmike. : Who will stop?.
doctor_lyvsy. Micah, are you called someone? .
fmike. : Uh.
doctor_lyvsy. : You idiot, if someone called you could also take over the debugger and identify their point of entry!.
doctor_lyvsy. Micah!.

At this time there was a muffled behind the attack, the sounds of fighting and swearing. It turned out, Mike pulled out from under one arm tightening cord, jabbed his finger in the eye of Cyril, he closed his eyes and leaned on the admin Sergei, powerfully beating him on the head and back and even haphazardly. I rushed to the aid of. The three of us could barely cope with the raging admin, who at all costs to try to escape, and tied it again.
When I returned, doctor_lyvsy was offline, but there have been reports in the log:.

doctor_lyvsy. : Micah, answer.
doctor_lyvsy. : Where are you.
doctor_lyvsy. : Damn, how could you call a function outside the block,, you is intercepted at the time. or already.
doctor_lyvsy. Micah.
doctor_lyvsy. : Mike, Mike, where are you.
doctor_lyvsy. : Access violation at address 0000.
doctor_lyvsy is offline now.

When I read aloud the last lines, heard a quiet sobbing - was crying Misha. He cried softly, hunched in his chair, completely obmyaknuv, and even slipped the headphones on one side. And we were ashamed that we made such a mess and generally behaved somewhat like a gentleman.
Misha untied, it came completely smashed the computer, looked at the two glowing red off- contact and took a stack of cards with the words that he used to communicate with users, they dug in, pulled out and showed us a card with the inscription:.
...
Then the admin waved his hand, walked over to a pile of wires and insulation, and fell back, turning his back to us.
For a while all was silent.
- What was that? - Said Kirill.
- Madness is a simple, - Sergei shook his head - and more and worse.
- A kind of season - said Kirill.
- What a season?.
- Well, late fall or spring. When there is a session of the deputies, and madness is massive.
- No, nothing to do with the seasons. - Sergei shook his head, - here is running a case, much neglected.

I could only silently agree with my fellow prisoners.
End of 2nd chapter.
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