For different goods such as clothes and edible stuff we pay with secrets of others or our own. Exchange rates are abnormally high. Two kilos of tangerines cost one secret about someone from your surrounding. To buy a car or something precious you will have to betray trust, tell secrets of your own and your best friends.
That is why people are trying by heart to prevent information leaks. I know that very well, because my work lies in selling things they cover up. It may sound a bit awful and sometimes I even feel embarrassed. But at any other time I am working on the black market. So if you need something – for example, secrets, food or any other stuff – come to my shop and get it. The price is contract.
On black market work people, who have nothing to lose. My buddies and I have already lost our homes, got fired, sold all of the secrets we had and all the secretes we knew about our friends. We were left with nothing, except the understanding that this system is rotten to the core.
And the people are rotten too. Believe me, there is no single decent resident left on this planet. I’ve already heard thousands of secrets. Here on the shelves of the Black Market lie the worst ones about you, your friends, and about every one else you will ever be able to love.
Today I am going to close the deal, which could be the most successful and the most profitable in my career of a trader. Actually, people call guys like me looters or robbers. But I never steal. They always come to me already looted and robbed.
I wore the best suit. Dark atlas fabric, white collar - I wanted the guest to see my victory, to feel uncomfortable. Yeah... I was waiting for the officer from the Secret Security Bank and already hated him. Actually, as a trader I hate every officer from the SSB. All of them are big corrupted pigs and I’d love their secrets hit the black market. But this very officer I hated most of all.
One boy from the street changed me for a yo-yo info that the officer was fired and now wakes up every night. That was a lucky day for me. Since people always hide the most precious things in darkness.
I heard the knocking. Seemed, it was the most wonderful sound ever made by a man. So I opened the door with the smile.
Welcome, my dear ex-officer from the SSB! How wonderfully that you‘ve come to sell me some secrets! - My long-awaited moment of triumph was as tasty as I supposed, so I continued - Come on! Have a sit! Let’s see how much you can get for the information.
I have only one secret for you. Mine. And that’s all I can propose you - his voice was patient, calm and full of dignity.
Well, well, weeell, dear officer – I was disappointed – It’s a pity. I was waiting for something more... valuable.
He didn’t answer.
Maybe, you don’t remember, but you…
I am the officer who rejected your loan – he interrupted my question – I remember.
Cold fury woke up in my heart. How dare the officer talk to me this way?
What do you need from me? Food? Clothes? Shelter? I will give none of that for your secret. Go and find another trader, whose life you haven`t spoiled yet – by the end of the speech I was nearly shouting.
I do not need anything. You can take my secret for free – steel resolve appeared on his face, the officer remained calm and patient – I am leaving this paper with the words you said to me once and with the secret. Sell it; if that`s what you want - The officer headed out the door - I believe that you are still the same person I once knew, Michael.
He left me alone. In a great hurry, with my arms trembling, I opened the note and read it through - “I hate this system, Mr. Officer. It makes good people poor. And then it makes them like everyone else. If I only had a choice, I would break the system”. My words were full of despair, but true. Many years ago I had no secrets.
The officer has written his precious information under my words. He left me short date “November 29”.
And I grabbed it. I grabbed my coat and my choice.
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