— Me? To the registry office? — I burst out laughing as I fasten the zipper on my bulky wetsuit.
The boss barely keeps up with me, muttering almost into my ear:
— There’s nothing funny here, Mik. You’ve played too far. The city hall decided: bachelors—under the knife. You’re the one on the list.
— At least I won’t be shot.
— Progress, Mikula! A neural network picked you a fiancée. Value her care!
— So she’s tall, slim, blond?
— You have perfect compatibility. One hundred percent!
— With the neural network or the blond one? — I smirk.
— With… Yasmine Nabieva, smart guy. And yes, she’s already at the checkpoint. She won’t go inside—she said she’s afraid of water.
— Nabieva… and she’s afraid of water… — a warning bell clicks in my head. — Pal Georgich, my surname is Russian. And I’m a diver. Your clever machine didn’t mix anything up?
— Maybe you matched us by something else?
— I doubt it… And then I notice a dark-haired girl flying toward me. Either a tomboy or a small vicious stray—and her look is like an enraged devil’s. — So do whatever you want, but I’m not going to marry her!
PRESENCE OF SWEARING AND SCENES OF AN EROTIC NATURE