In the middle of December, Mama was walking along the street with the stroller. Kate was walking beside her. Rita sat in the stroller and Costa hung onto the handle, but Alex could not stretch out in the basket below, because there lay fishing floats ejected by the sea that Mama had taken from the beach for crafts.
So Alex dragged himself along and dreamed, «Here I have some things in my room and cameras installed everywhere there, and if someone took something in my room, I'd see who took it.»
«Where's your room?» Kate asked. Alex drooped despondently. He did not have a room. And, it turned out, it was possible to get by very well without a camera.
They made a big detour along the waterfront and then came out onto a small square. Here, near the two competing arcades, motley guys with megaphones were running around and enticing people to their establishments. One of these guys was Pokrovskii, whom the «mouse girl» Liuba said worked in five or six places.
«Children, don't crowd!» he shouted into the megaphone. «We have lots of souvenirs, so nobody will go empty-handed! Kid, please return my iPhone to the table! It's not a souvenir! I accidentally put it here!»
The competitor from the neighbouring arcade had no gifts. He took offense and yelled at the top of his lungs into his megaphone, «Neighbouring colleagues! Hello to you! You literally made my day! And you even have wonderful music, guys! Of course, I can't be heard at all, and now my boss will come!»
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