Max Frye. Book crack (№ 38642)

The point is that to win me some time became impossible. And not because I'm such a cool creature (I am the being "in the bag", rather). I live just outside of the concept of competition. Can not in fact the coolest in the world runner-jumper to win, say, the janitor of the stadium. At least until then, while the watchman sits in his cell and cut himself with some lines or, well, I don't know, solitaire lays. To defeat the guard, you must first convince him to run and/or jump. And this is without the use of torture is not always possible. But, if we abandon the concept of competition, the athlete immediately marvelous prospects. The watchman in the closet because you can have tea and buns to drink. Well, or even vodka, secretly from the coach. To beg the guard at the time of his toy and plenty of fun with her. And maybe one day when will be played the next Most Important Competition, the guard will leave to spend the night and will not hang himself in the toilet. Or, on the contrary, will help - it could be as lucky. With the guard you can make friends, one word. With me also, in General, possible. It is, in fact, the only thing that makes sense to do with us both: with the guard and with me.