WinterKing folded his arms and looked sideways at the client. The man sat leaning against the bright blue wall and watched him. King smiled wistfully, licked his glossy lips and closed his eyes again, immersing himself in a state of comet free drop... When his right foot draped in a high boot stumbled, he didn't even slow his dance or stop his fall. He crashed to the floor of the empty dance hall and rolled a few more steps, stopping by the feet of the sitter. The man bent over him and gently swept his hair off his face. King opened piercing eyes the colour of the sky, and smiled at the only spotlight lit in the club.

  ‘What’s up, Spin? Do you know that in my language your name means Spider?’

  ‘How do you know my name?’

  WinterKing paused for a moment, watching the cigarette smoke floating in the void....

  ‘It smells of roses,’ he noted the obvious.

  Spin exhaled hastily, as if he feared he was about to be poisoned right there:

  ‘Are you the messenger? I'm meeting with you?’

  ‘Surprised?’

  ‘Not really, but...’

  ‘Were you expecting someone else?’

  ‘What I’m expecting isn't that important, is it?

  King nodded. Digging worriedly into the pockets of his leather jacket, defiantly cut all over his body, worn too tight and revealing, the way many Fakes did, he smiled:

  ‘I forgot to write down your message! Sorry...’

  He brought his face close to the face of the client within breathing distance....

  ‘Perhaps, I’ll just tell it than.’

  He exhaled into Spin's face and rudely interrupted his thoughts with a shove to his shoulder. Jumping to his feet, he pulled him along.

  ‘Come on, buy me a drink.’

  SilentBlack: this is how it always starts. Buy me a fucking drink! All the stories in the world worthy of telling it always start with buy me a fucking drink!

  Cashmerecell: Silent shut up, eh? Were you not satisfied in private?

  ‘You're funny. I actually don't like Fakes...’

  ‘But me?’

  ‘But you're funny.’

  WinterKing grinned and spat thoughtfully into Spin’s glass with the emerald green mixture.

  Cashmerecell: ‘Pvt Kiwi is a significant cocktail. They made it up themselves over there in Apocalypse. Fuck knows what it's made of, but it's awesome and tastes like soft kiwi-flavoured silk. Can you say so? Kiwi-flavoured silk?

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  Cashmerecell: Anyway, rumour has it that Spin had an instant crush on Winter. He was new, knew barely anything about Cube and didn't really know his way around. There's a lot of that kind. At first they take a long time to figure it all out, then eventually get installed and register in Cube. After a looooong fucking meditation.

  Cashmerecell: You can usually see them right away, they're so, hmm, real or something. They usually not in all this shit with cool looking avatars yet, but everyone wants to get them. I don't know why. I think it's just because they're new. Or maybe it's because their energy is all pixelated at once and they're very fleshy. And flesh - we all like it.

  Cashmerecell: Everyone here is obsessed with flesh. Especially after that CrazyKermit, who got enlightened in Cube and saw how everything really works. And, of course, he blabbed it to everyone. They usually can't keep their mouths shut after shit like that. They should probably be shot right away, before they form another weird sect or start a religion. Hahaha! Only there's no one to do it. All that power of the past, with the police and special forces, melted away like smoke long ago. No one is afraid of anything now, and therefore no one really threatens anyone.

  About Spin. He quickly became a legend. Almost as big as Dog himself. That very night the three of them, he, Winter and Dog met for the first time in Apocalypse.

  SilentBlack: That night came to history because Dog caused a slaughter there. Again. Apocalypse doesn't actually have rules, but not for Dog. All because of Winter. He had some bug against Dog, so he put Caruso up to it. It's not fair, cos everyone knows Dog is a shooter. He never goes anywhere without a gun, and here is a bummer. No guns in Apocalypse. Pure provocation.

  SilentBlack: Cashmere, let's have a drink.

  Cashmerecell: lol okay.

  SilentBlack: only you’ll go on with these fucking Chronicles. Fingers cramp, tongue-tied here.

  Cashmerecell: hahahahahahahaha! You should fuck less, you'd have more energy to drink.

  SilentBlack: come on, everybody fucks here.

  Cashmerecell: hmm, I don't.

  SilentBlack: by the way, what's rule?

  Cashmerecell: Rule?

  SilentBlack: The one you broke?

  Cashmerecell: Ahh... It's simple - if you choose to play brothel, you have no right to refuse any client. Venus is, like, the planet of love.

  SilentBlack: lol no, that's bullshit. How many of those are out there with just numbers on their avatar. Not that hot.

  Cashmerecell: yep... Winter was always very cute. There are still pics of him in catalogues. Maybe because he was hooked up with the Developers, I'm not sure. We haven't figured that out yet. He definitely had connections to the real world. He's the kind of fellow who lives kind of in-between. Messengers. Here and there, they don't know the boundaries.

  Cashmerecell: King was always all packed, no one knew where he was getting it from. One time he blabbed that he had something to do with FoxFrankie, and the latter was heard to wipe his ass with some bigwigs from the Developers. Well, wiped. Nobody believes in the Developers anymore. Cube is freed. It's a whole world apart, you see? It's floating in the void somewhere and maybe even rotating....

  SilentBlack: Fuck, Cashmere!

  Cashmerecell: okay okay. Anyway, the hell with their then- real, none of us were there anyway. Frankie basically brought orders to Winter and supervised the job. The messenger, he doesn't belong to himself. He's all about delivering the message, and the rest is just ashes.

  Cashmerecell: Winter was the best of them. He loved to roam all over Cube back then, seeking and finding. Hedgehog once said that if it wasn't for the messengers, Cube's energy would have imploded a long time ago. Collapse. Boom, gone. Especially back then. Hedgehog even claimed that it was thanks to Winter that Zeroing happened. I don't know, maybe so. Either way, it's good that it happened.

  Just like Dog predicted.

  Cashmerecell: But maybe... Ah, alright though...