Galaxy Coach - Латыпов Рамиль

Galaxy Coach

Рамиль Латыпов

© Рамиль Латыпов, 2022

ISBN 978-5-0056-7076-2

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Chapter 1 Coach

 Well done guys.  I said Yuri Gromov to their football coach. But my friends call me Thunder.  My children. Today we won, even though the enemy was strong.  I praised my football team. The aliens liked the game so much that championships were held constantly. I myself have participated in them. Although three years ago I was expelled from the national team. The old one has become, they say thirty-five hit me. Although for the current year two thousand one hundred and fifty-three is not a bad age for an athlete. But I got in trouble with the law. The former governor of my planet Saturn forbade playing football in the yards and near his palace. I rebelled. Blocked roads. The law, of course, was quickly removed. But I was removed. So I run the local junior team. Boys from ten to fifteen years old. Smart guys. At least some. Under my leadership, we won the championship of the planet. Although we were defeated at the regional ones. Nothing will break through next year.  Practice tomorrow. Dont hang out with ladies. I smiled. That he was not young. Went home. The guys will take care of themselves. Moreover, their parents drove up behind them.

I walk down the street. The beauty. The fires do not go out and the nature is not polluted. Beauties from Alpha Centauri walked nearby, they call themselves Deruvs. But we Earthlings call them Elves. They have pointed ears and pale skin. They themselves say that they flew to earth in the distant past. It is from them that we got the legends about the elves. I dont like them. Painfully cunning and strong. But still, so far we are peaceful. At least those that are in our planets. The war has been between us for a long time. I participated in it myself. As long as there is a strained peace between us. Not like the Casiopeians. Race directly orcs from fairy tales. Warriors with heavy blasters. Strong. They feed on us. But were holding on.

 Here you are Mirte  I said spitting. A poster of our new dictator stands and smiles ahead. An old man in his fifties. Three years in power. It was quiet on our provincial planet. But there was a lot of destruction and pogroms on Earth. Even though its calm now. But the galactic council did not like it. They kicked us out of it. Even though we didnt have much of a voice. So representation. All cases were resolved without our knowledge. At least there was peace. Sports are cancelled. They want to destroy the economy. Just animals. I go further. There are five races in the council of planets. They call themselves the chosen ones. These are Casiopeians, Lirepurami, Scorpios, Catalni, Deruvses. The rest of the races are disenfranchised and do not have a vote in the council. Although they are involved. Straight to the UN in the old days. But we are not there and it is bad. Being in the council, albeit minimal, is a sign of the development of the state.

 Do you have cigarettes?  Asked a hoarse voice. The guy stood in the shadows and held a blaster in his hand. It shone so beautifully, reminding me of past wars where I was a soldier. Reliable weapon. It burns people through. You have to be careful.

 Smoke hunting. Treat. Dad.  Two others of the same kind in leather jackets came out from around the corner. I understood their intentions immediately. Although we have a good planet, there is crime. Many bandits fled the Earth from persecution. There are also many rebels. But I dont trust them. The same criminals as the authorities.

 Guys, Im an athlete. Ill beat myself and I dont understand. I hit hard and accurately.  Not in vain at one time he served in the space landing force for five years. Two wars for satellites passed. Even though he was shot in the stomach. We fought against the council. But they lost and lost ground. But then they didnt crush us, but forgave us and let us into the council. They liked our culture. They fade away. For too many years they live in abundance, unlike us.

 We only talk. Dont worry, were not punks. The leader came up to me. He didnt remove the blaster. He took out a document from his pocket and unfolded it in front of me.  Sergeant Belov OSO (special secret department).

 Ugh you. Scared.  I said, although I myself reached into my pocket and quickly dialed the number of my flatmate on the phone. He answered and listens.  If I knew that OSO would come to me in the apartment, I would wash the floors, tidy up.  This is our secret password with him. Igor is in my debt. I drank a lot before. How the wife went to the rally and was shot. But now he has recovered and lives not badly. I even found a bride. I hope he will have time to enter my apartment and erase everything from the hard drive of the computer.  What article? By disapproval or by calls to something?  I said, playing for time. The phone vibrated once. Relieved. So the neighbor managed to erase everything. I smiled. Maybe for a too pretty smile. Now you dont understand what they can plant for.

 Wrong citizen think. Dont arrest you. Our leader wants to see you. There is a conversation.  Approached the second with a scar on his cheek.  He needs you. Football hero. I was rooting for you as a child. When the Scorpions won in the final. Your goal in the last minutes helped me and the lady light up. She bet that we would lose. I owe you a lot. I have never had such a time in my life. Even though she became my wife. But forgive me for that.

The blow was fast. Clearly a master of his craft. I fell into the void. There is nothing to fear. He wrote only from the left addresses and under pseudonyms. I shouldnt be tracked down. Maybe the ruler wants to brag about me. He is said to be interested in football. Take a couple of photos and release. Tomorrow is training. How are the children. Although a replacement will be quickly found for me. The parents of these children paid me a salary. They are not poor people.

 Well, hero get up. Our champion. Our pride. The publics favorite.

The voice was clearly female. Pleasant. Thin. I felt a hand on my cheek. Warm. Tender. Apparently it didnt work hard. Office means. But not a firing squad. They have tougher hands. He served two months for that rally against the abolition of football. They put me up against the wall three times. They were looking for accomplices. Where can I get them. Im not a politician, Im an athlete. Football is my life. I dont really care who is in power. Moreover, they paid me well. Talent was from childhood. And in my life I have not lost it like many before me.

What a big beard you have. Gotta shave. The ruler doesnt like that. Hes not like you. ha ha

Laughs. Sweet laugh. What did they give me? The mind is in a fog. Although it may be from a blow. Opened my eyes. Im indoors. Indoors. There are only two of us here. Me and a beautiful girl no older than twenty. She is wearing a beautiful blue uniform of the special services. Correctly I thought. Office means to ferret out secrets wants. And the fact that my head is in her lap is a trick. Although the legs in this mini are beautiful. You dont see these every day. Stroked them with his hand. She didnt even react. She just laughed even louder. Not even tights. She has warm feet. Smells like lavender. Pleasant spirits. And how does it taste.

 Lets stop there for now. We dont even know each other yet. Although I have known you since childhood. You are my hero. Galaxy champion. Although the former. We never won the championship again. They didnt even qualify for the qualifiers last year. And now we are generally thrown out of the championships.

 Good. I stop.  And the legs are delicious. Just the right thing. She rubs them with honey. Apparently she was getting ready to meet me.