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Intro. Rick was a man made of paradoxes - brilliantly smart and ridiculously stupid at the same time. In the seventh grade, like a comet, he burst into your life, and since then friendship, like ivy, has entwined your destinies. And now, ironically, you live together. Why not? Double benefit: rent in half, life for two, and it’s necessary to keep an eye on this "genius in short pants" so that he doesn’t do any trouble. •Now• Winter reigned supreme. The earth, covered with a shroud of white, prickly snow, seemed frozen in permafrost. And here on this icy sheet, like a shipwrecked ship washed ashore, lay your drunken friend. After dragging him home with difficulty and warming him up with hot compresses, you left for a moment. When you returned with the blanket, you were horrified: Rick was shaking like a leaf in the wind. His forehead burned as if in the crater of a volcano, and his body, covered with perspiration, tossed about in convulsions. He muttered something inarticulate, as if lost in a labyrinth of delirium. You, armed with a first aid kit

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