Shellban or the butterfly effect

“We influence the world around us – less than we would like, but much more than we think.”

For a week, Sasha was sitting in the hospital – he had a broken back, and the teleoperator with a sick back is not an employee at all. Heavy iron brick, for a whole day and a healthy back in a bow will bend. The most offensive thing that he had to fly for a month to Italy to shoot the beauties of Rome, but the sick back if it is not cool...
But if hospitals were given because of a bad mood, then Sasha would remain at home for a whole month - drinking and hanging, looking out the window. Drinking and Handling.
So the depression had to be carried on the legs and only a month later the hangar slightly relieved.
I was the first person to whom Sasha poured out a sick soul. I myself was surprised by that.
He is always so serious and speechless, and much older than me.
But apparently a joint trip to Peter did its job and at night under the wheels, Sasha told this story:

A month ago I had a weekend and I went into a remote park.
It is nice to walk your spaniel Gashan.
The mood is wonderful, every leaflet in the control light looks like a work of art, unfortunately I did not know to take a photocopy with you.
At seven o’clock in the morning, there were almost no people, but occasionally we were overtaken by rare meteors with proper breathing, horse speed and music in our ears.
Here to the meeting ran another healthy horse in a sporting suit, we and Gosha parted. I still thought - I should quit smoking and start running in the morning - and health and happiness.
Suddenly, the “horse” just running past stopped a dozen meters later, returned and said, “Hello, sorry...”

The horse looks forty years old, burnt, all gray, but wildly sporty. If I describe it in two words, it was a meat cubicle.
The cubic continued:
Didn’t you go to school in 1655?
I was confused and said:
In the year 1655 and...
Kubik smiled and asked:
And they played in the band!? to
I am :
and yes! And you...? Do I know you?
Kubic answered:
Hardly probably.
Then something unimaginable began: I get a short blow in the breath, and then this hideous sambist makes me a receiver from which my legs fly above my head (this is with my pressure), as a result I fall on my back from a height of two meters. I lie down and don’t know what hurts more to breathe, from the back or from a blow in the breath. Convulsively I think that except for the keys from the apartment and the old phone with me and take it nothing. The head whispers, the thoughts are confused – what about our 1655 school and my drums?
The cubic bowed to me and... made a check in the forehead...
It was a scratch of satanic power, I was even forced to switch to black and white vision for a few seconds. Such scraps probably distributed the ballad to his employer pop.
Here is a meat cubicle and he says:
You don’t know me, of course, but once, when you were in school,
In the classroom, you came to the dining room, there was a row of first-class girls. Same
To the first, you, without looking, gave a leash, raised the leash and threw it out of the line.
I then dropped a glass of tomato juice from my hands and poured the whole form. I could not go to the check-up in this form, escaped from the lessons, received from my mother for a white shirt, and the next day got two pairs for walking, because of them by the way, the coach did not take me to the fees in Anapa... Well, we talked, be healthy and apologize for the company...

The cubicle swallowed my spaniel and ran on, while I was lying on the ground for a long time, very sorry that it wasn’t an ordinary robbery.
The cheerful Gosha jumped around and diligently licked my face.