The Cosmonaut Page #3

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Come on, don't be shy.

Alexander Illich, say the name: Mishin.

Yeah...

F***ing bureaus are gonna be sh*t.

Not that Glushko's

is looking any better.

Ever since these little bastards

beat us in the moon

When is the Almaz gonna be launch?

That would give the Americans

something to talk about.

Two to three years...

at least.

So Chelomei is not working on

his lunar project anymore?

You keep your boy

well informed, don't you?

That project is dead, kid!

Being second is a disgrace.

- King of spades.

I disagree.

Are we playing cards or are we talking?

Let's play and drink.

Come on, no more politics. Ah, play.

I wonder what it's like not to see.

Blind people. You know they can hear things

we can even imagine

Of you go!

Andrei, you're spoiling them again.

Come. I have something to tell you.

Andrei...

I'm going to retire.

- Really? Why?

I don't want to bother you with the reasons.

I don't want to talk about it

But I do want you to finally meet Chelomei.

He's put together an impressive team.

His designs are light years ahead

of the ones that Koroliov was working on

and the ones that Mishin is working on now.

N1 is a dead project,

but you know, my friend,

everything is politics, hum?

Maybe one day you can change that.

I've told him, that he can trust you.

He can depend on you.

That you're his man in Star City,

am I right?

am I right?

Of course.

Thank you.

I remember you telling me

something about atoms...

Twin quantum particles

that resonated together,

no matter where they were in the universe.

Paradise number four were your lips...

exhaling a breath that steamed

into the air in successive repetitions.

And the sun was setting...

I remember that well.

Come on, come on, it's open!

Ahh, something smells good in here.

Put some music on. Have you got my milk?

It's amazing.

Oh, yes please.

- No, no, no, no, no.

Can I have a little bit?

You've been promoted again.

- Aren't you going to congratulate me?

I'm too bored!

- Come on, at least a kiss!

At least a kiss for a star.

This looks yummy!

Can I help?

- No, no, you can...

You know, you never put enough salt.

- Here.

Off!

Yeah...

- No, no, not this one.

Sit down, sit down.

- Ok, I'm going, I'm going.

Ah, let's take some of this.

- That piece right there has my name on it.

Please sir...

Well let's pour for everyone first.

I've got reports to finish,

and I have to go.

No Stas, the reports can wait.

No rest for the wicked.

- Oh, come on.

I'd love staying but thank you.

So...

I've got you something

to celebrate my promotion.

Andrei, I...

- Look, ok, just...

just take it. Alright?

For me.

I'm so glad you're alive.

They told me today I'm gonna see again.

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