Five years later, Ravil Galkin stood at a grocery store check out, scanning his own items. All the check outs attended by actual human employees seemed to have long lines, and Ravil would not willingly describe himself as a very patient person.
He was now realizing why no one was using the self check out. He grumbled and tried to scan a gallon of milk, only to have the machine beep angrily at him, followed by an automated voice (with a slight British accent, Ravil thought) to inform him that there had been an error while scanning. Hopeful, Ravil tried again, only to receive the same results. Wasn't there an Einstein quote about that or something? Ravil shrugged and gave it one last shot, to no avail. He cast his green eyes up and looked at the lines, evaluating wait times.
Rolling his eyes, he sighed and fished his smart phone out of his pocket. He quickly snapped a photo of the lines and texted it to his mother, along with another text that said: "This is what I go through for you."
His mother texted back just as Ravil had trudged into the shortest line he could find (which still wasn't even that short). The text said: "Well, you're twenty one years old. I'm not sure why you're still living with me in the first place."
No rest for the weary, Ravil thought, annoyed. She'd better be glad I'm still waiting in this line.
He regretted that thought a week later when he got a call from the hospital.
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Otkroveniye Complex // Book 1 of the Takaryev Series
Misteri / ThrillerRavil Galkin doesn't have much of a past, but as far as he's concerned, he's a completely normal person. Sure, he's a college drop out and basically a shut-in, but that's alright with him. But there's a whole different depth to the situation. An oc...
