“You’re a thick dude,” Keith tells the technician Senka. Keith rocks on his chair, tossing a pencil in his hands. A heated discussion on the topic of gender relations is in full swing, which he, as the most experienced in the group, invariably wins. Keith is a risky guy, and also a leading designer and the alpha male in their tough male team. And a third-generation American, a descendant of refugees from post-nuclear California. The pencil flies up a meter, spinning around the center and almost touching the switchboard of the workplace above the screens. Any system engineer who runs in and sees this will easily write a lyulya for violating safety regulations and damaging property. And it's not just the switch. Pencils can now only be found in antique art shops and chain stores for preschoolers, and even then labeled “classical pedagogy.” This is a great rarity and rarity, perhaps, in all offices in Russia, with the exception of Podval and a dozen similar super-secret offices...”