Chapter 3: in the big world part 6

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Fat Willie was a classmate of mine who cut a rather remarkable figure. Willie was short for William, and I have no idea why his parents gave him a name like that. Maybe they adored Shakespeare, or maybe they enjoyed Tokarev's work and extravagance. Or maybe they'd had one too many drinks after he was born and before they took him to the passport office (that last one seemed most believable to me). Whatever the case, that was his name, and until he was about 12, everyone called him Wilka. It was around that time that he started to put on weight, and by the time he was 14, he weighed around 80 kilograms. That September 1, when we all got to school for the first day of ninth grade, Pashka Kapitanov, one of our class leaders, saw him and said, "Forget Wilka. You're Willie now."

"He's 'Fat,' not 'Willie,'" contradicted Pashka Velikanov, another of our authorities.

The two Pashkas sniffed and looked each other over (the two had vied for the role of top dog ever since first grade).

"Come on, guys, lay off it. You're fine," I intruded, knowing they would soon mix it up if no one stepped in. "We'll just call him Fat Willie."


And so it was decided.

The only one who couldn't care less about the whole situation was Fat Willie himself. The guy never let anything ruffle his feathers. He was as phlegmatic as it gets.

But what he loved more than anything was computer games. When the conversation turned to them, he'd come alive and could chatter on for five or even ten minutes straight. He also had a kind of strange sense of humor. To be honest, I wasn't always sure when exactly he was joking.

So if there was anyone who could get me started, it was him—and I couldn't imagine him missing out on a game like Fayroll. I left my alter ego sitting on the bench and exited the game.


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