Short Beeps. Guardian Angel

There once were Valentin and Valentina. Valya and Valik. At first they lived in different places: Valentina in Kyiv, and Valik in Odessa. Then they entered the Moscow University for physics (physfac) or applied physics, something complicated and inaccessible to people in the humanities. But Valya and Valik are born techies. They couldn’t understand: why tumble in words when there are numbers.
Numbers are the code of the universe. Numbers are the foundation. And words are the superstructure — just a way of communicating, nothing more.
They first saw each other in the university cafeteria. Valentin was sitting at a table and eating sausages with bread and mustard, while Valentina stood in line at the cafeteria worker’s window and was suffering from hunger.
Valik looked at Valentina, and a sudden premonition struck him: “That’s the one I’ll marry.”
Where does a premonition come from? Maybe the whole life is already written in the book of fates and a person can peek a few pages ahead…
“That’s the one I’ll marry,” Valik decided, swallowing a sausage. Where did such confidence come from — it wasn’t clear. Valik was an American scare…