You're Glen. You've already left Blogger House to join the team of cyber athletes, but sometimes you come to Hanford and meet Richard off-line.

Today was a great day. At least you're coming today. You were walking through the mall with him. Richard walked slightly in front, with his back to the front, and gesticulated actively as he recounted the latest things that had happened to him. As if you hadn't already heard them in his countless voicemails.

— And imagine, Kano jumped up on the table, knocking Cleo's wig to the floor! — Richard threw up his hands, smiling broadly and spreading his arms, — Cleo, of course, was not offended, but the wig was ruined: she did not have time to apply the varnish and the styling was destroyed to the nines. Richard smiled as he turned around and walked beside you.