Julia, my love, where are you? Agency Amur

Julia, my love, where are you? Agency Amur
Leon Malin

The story of Leon Malina “Julia, my love, where are you?” Is an actual continuation of the story by Vitaly Mushkin “Digitized sex. The designer of mistresses. “There the main character, Alex, the programmer, gets into the computer game created by him. To help Alex out, his girlfriend turns to the Amur Agency for help. The best and only of his employees – Oleg and Vika – are taken for the job.

Julia, my love, where are you?

Agency Amur

Leon Malin

© Leon Malin, 2018

ISBN 978-5-4490-6513-1

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

The working day at the Amur Agency came to an end. The entire staff of the agency, and this is me and Vika, worked tirelessly. Victoria was engaged in correspondence with potential clients, and I looked through the CCTV camera records for one of the cases.

“Wow,” I whistled.

– What’s there?

– Intimate moment.

“Love?”

“What love?” Pornography.

Vika came and stood behind me.

“Children under sixteen,” I joked.

“I’m already sixteen.”

– Like?

“What’s there to like?” Ugh, vulgarity. It’s for you, men, not to watch porn.

“And you, girls, do not look?”

– Of course not.

– You’re lying.

– Men are more rude creatures, give them only sex. And we girls are sublime. To us the main thing is feelings, attitudes.

I did not continue to continue the discussion.

In the morning a new customer came to the office. Girl, young woman. Her name is Natasha. Her boyfriend was gone. No, not a civil husband, they just met. The missing person is Alex, he’s a programmer. He disappeared somehow suddenly, stopped talking. The phone does not answer. Natasha has a key to Alex’s apartment, she went there. All the host’s things are in place, including the phone. Nowhere is he anywhere. Natasha phoned hospitals, morgues, went to the police. The statement she did not take, they said that there was no cause for concern. Like, a guy will walk and show up. Alex’s work does not know anything about where he might be. Relatives also do not know. But that is not all.

In a social network, with a certain account of Julia, messages are received. Here is one of them, seemingly, the first. Natasha handed a sheet of paper with the text of the e-mail. It was written: “Natasha! It’s me, Alex. You will not believe, I got into the game, into the computer program. To get out of here, I need codes, they are in my computer, in the folder ‘Build a woman’. Go into the folder, find the codes and send them to me here, please. Alex.”

– I did not answer this message, as well as on others. I do not know what it is, a joke or something. Do not inspire confidence and this Julia. She looks like a woman of easy virtue, everywhere her photo is half-naked. Why does not he access his account? Why does not it communicate in a different way? There are many questions, but there are no answers to them. Therefore, I decided to turn to you, – Natasha sighed.

“An interesting story,” I answered, thinking. – A man got into a computer game. Was alive, and became painted. Do you believe that?

– Of course not. What nonsense?

“I do not believe it either.” But I’ll try to help you. Just one more question. Why did you turn to our agency, the agency involved in love affairs?

“Well, there are several reasons.” Firstly, these are the treatment from the naked beauty account. Then, this work of Alex with programs for the design of women, virtual. What is it, a little real, or what? And, frankly, our personal relations with him have somehow begun to fade a little. I was already thinking whether he was dating someone else. In real life.

“Very well, we are taking up this matter.”

Find a person in a computer game, what can be more exciting?

The first thing I wrote in the social network Julia (by the way, very nice girl):

“Alex!” My name is Oleg, I am writing to you on behalf of Natasha. She is concerned about your absence. Where are you?

Soon came the answer:

– Oleg! Good afternoon! I need your help to go back home. I need computer codes stored in my laptop at my house.

I write again:

– How can you prove that you are the Alex that we are looking for?

Strong correspondence began.

– I know some details that are known only to Natasha and me, the real Alex.

“It’s not proof, Alex could tell you about these details.”

– I sent you my photos here. I did it here, where I am now, in the game.

Images are attached to the message. Here Alex is driving a big black SUV. Here he is at the entrance to the chic mansion.

– The photo with you does not yet confirm that I am communicating with you. We need more weighty evidence. For example, the coordinates of the place where you are now.

– I do not have geographic coordinates here, I’m in the computer, on the Internet.

– If you think you are in a computer, then you need to see a doctor, a psychiatrist.

– Yes, I’m perfectly healthy. You have to believe me.

– Why should I believe you?

The subscriber fell silent.