How N bought his boots

The brand new bus raced through the streets of Copper-9. Uzi wanted his speed to be higher and even expressed this suggestion to the driver. The driver didn’t think long and answered whether they should get out of the bus. Uzi decided not to particularly object and leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes tiredly and exhaling. Serial designation N somehow didn’t care what the speed of this piece of iron was, but just in case, he asked the bus driver if he accepted by card. Having received a negative answer, N became somewhat upset. Today he felt a strong desire to give money to everyone for almost nothing or buy space zoos, islands like Madagascar and new shoes. In principle, a sense of conscience and magnanimity did not play any role in this at all. Words such as “conscience” and “magnanimity” were generally unfamiliar to many drones. To some extent, the serial designation too. The store with the brightly colored name "Shoes for All Occasions" was the lucky one. It was one of the few stores that could boast that it had been visited by one of the three murder drones. N, seeing “Shoes for All Occasions” through the mud-splattered window of the bus, immediately asked the driver to stop for a couple of minutes. Uzi threw a surprised and destructive look at his half-friend, but decided to remain silent. In the end, Doorman finally decided: why should he actually remain silent, and was about to express all the complaints that had accumulated over many days (and there were so many of them) serial designation, but they were blown away by the wind. The wind, apparently, was blowing towards the shoe shop... — Do you accept cards? - N asked the young saleswoman with a charming smile. - Certainly. Would you like something specific? - The saleswoman apparently fell for N’s bait and busily twirled a lock of bleached hair around her fingers. - The most expensive one, please. This request made the girl smile even wider: he was handsome, judging by his accent, a foreigner, and rich at that. She easily led him through the labyrinth of shelves, allegedly accidentally touching serial designation‘s hand. “Here they are!” thought N, accidentally stumbling upon blue suede boots. The girl continued to babble something, but he no longer paid attention, absorbed in the shoes of his dreams. Before that, he didn’t really know what kind of shoes he was dreaming of, but these... These neat, blue-blue, suede boots... They were simply divine. Serial designation carefully took them in his arms and almost purred with pleasure. "These ones!" - he said confidently, showing the shoes to the saleswoman. She frowned, but packed them into a box, accompanied by cries of “Careful! They’re brand new!” N left the store absolutely happy. Even though this purchase did not bring much damage to Absolute Solver, now he has new shoes. What else do you need for drones that kill their own kind and love puppies? That's right: a book with bright pictures, cookies and good shoes. And preferably a less grumpy friend on the bus.