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Tona: Yes, dad. Anton and Oleg almost beat me again. – Tona defiantly whimpered.

Dad frowned: I already told him to leave you alone.

Tona: I know, dad. But you know Antosha! Everything is on his side. He DOES EARN, – Tona twisted the last word.

Father: Yes, he is a big man with us. Distributes leaflets. I have already achieved a lot. – Dad rolled his eyes and began to smile.

Tona: Yeah – Tona laughed with a childish ringing laugh, so that her mother even heard them.

Mother's voice came from the kitchen:

Mom: Tona, baby, is that you?

Tona: Yes, Mom. I'm in my dad's office.

Mom: Go to the kitchen. I'll give you something delicious.

Tona: Mmmm! – Tona winked at her father and ran as fast as she could into the kitchen.

Mom looked tired. My hands were all covered in flour or something else, and the apron was jammed so that it did not protect me from dirt at all.

Tona: Hi Mom! How are you? All day in the kitchen again?

Mom: Yes, baby. When you have a family, you will do that too. It's a joy to me.

Tone grimaced.

Tona: Noooo, I will never be a wife and a mother. I don't want to learn to cook !! Beee …

The mother patted her daughter's ear.

Mom: You should at least clean your room. Wife and mother. – Mom laughed, and immediately caught herself – Oh, yes! Delicious! Look, these are raspberry pancakes, as you like. – Tona's mother pushed the plate with still hot and terribly deliciously smelling pancakes closer to Tona.

Tona: Mmmm! Maaaama. Adore! – the girl kissed her mother on the cheek and sat down on a chair, immediately starting to eat.

Mom hurriedly left the kitchen, apparently so as not to interfere with her daughter's cheeks and not to embarrass her.

The daughter took a book from the table, which was opened on the 45th page.

It said:

“If you swear allegiance to someone, then you have no right to betray. If you promise to be loyal all your life, then now it is your duty that you cannot ignore. "

Hmm. Debt? What is this about?

Tona unfolded the cover so that you could see the author and title of the book.

“Marcus Woller. Dreams and Their Consequences ”. – read the inscription on the cover of the book.

Hmm. Clear.

Tona: I have no idea what the author was thinking, who writes about dreams in the context of devotion and fidelity. Dreams are freedom! Love! Joy! Is not it so?

Tona finished her pancakes and went to her room. She had two options for how to spend time before dinner: play video games or clean the room. She remembered her mother's words. Then the entry in the book. And she said to herself: “Debt. Let's start small. From cleaning. "

Tona said it almost out loud, and began to fold the scattered things.

Scene 3

Tona's room. She is sleeping. In her head, in a dream, a woman's voice sounds: Thought – This is the extreme point in the universe. I am the daughter of the beginning and I am the end. life – This is the extreme point in the universe I am a daughter. Start. and I am the end. time is the extreme point in the universe I am the daughter of dance and I am the song. summer – This is the extreme point in the universe. I am the daughter of the beginning and I am the daughter of the end. woman is the beginning and the end. man is the end and the beginning. music sounds both at the wedding and at the funeral. the picture hangs both in the gallery and in the house. life tends to end, And death tends to continue….

Tona opens her eyes. It turns out it's already evening. Things are scattered around – apparently she never got out. Reaching for the phone, she screamed – her hand was terribly numb. There was an email notification on the smartphone screen from an unknown address.

Tona opens her email. This is a letter from a new physics teacher. He sent a newsletter to seventh grade students to start classes in September.

Tona put her phone down and reached out. The spine crunched treacherously. The whole body ached, as often happens after an evening sleep.

She got out of bed and decided to check if her parents were at home. Tona got up, walked across the room, and went out into the corridor. The door to my father's office was ajar, the light was on, and the sounds of fingers pounding on the keys were heard from there.

Tona: Paaaap …

The father did not answer. Then Tona resolutely stepped into the office, pushing the door open with her palm. The father was wearing headphones. Radio waves were displayed on the screen of a huge monitor. Tona quietly came up from behind and hugged her father.

Tona: Papuuulya … are you still working?

Demyan Shailov took off his headphones, wiped the glasses off his glasses, and stroked his daughter's hands.

Father: Yes, kitty. Father works for the good humanity.

Tona: Great. And humanity in course? Tona chuckled.

The father grimaced. He himself was not sure that people would realize the full value of his work. There were not so many fans of his inventions. And large companies were reluctant to buy patents for his gadgets.

Tona: I don’t know dotsya. But it has

meaning at least to me.

Demian began to wipe his glasses again. Mechanically, because he was embarrassed.

Tona: Dad. And when this one finds me

TON, will I be ready for sure? What if he suddenly appears and smites me with one blow of his … what has he got there? Blaster?

Demyan carefully looked his daughter in the eyes.

Father: Tona. Omen can't find you

before you're ready. The universe has laws. And the battle between good and evil can take place only when their powers are equal.