🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

- That's how they flail around underwater. You know what the difference is between real life and this charade? - Genza suddenly decided to philosophize for the hat and mask wearers. - In real life, you won't have time to warm up, grease yourself with oil, admire yourself in the mirror, and put on a can. You catch an arrow in the face, and that's the end of it. Or a bullet. And imagine him walking through the desert - he'll bake in the heat in half an hour, collapse, and become limp. No, he won't even bake; a poisonous spider will crawl under his helmet, or a rocky viper, one bite, and that's it, goodbye. He won't even have time to take it off. And on sand, and on a hill? Forget it. And they won't take him on a ship - he'll drown. And how will he count the straps of this claw? One coin, two coins, the old man stands there for half an hour, fiddling with his coins, can't grab it, oh, it fell, it rolled away, and how to pick it up, it's even hard to bend over. That's it. To stand face to face, to bash each other with sticks according to regulations, or to fight wall to wall with the same soldiers - an order is given to push through, and we push through - that I understand. But to be in a spacesuit every day, on the street, and in a cafe, no way. Whether it's one or the other.