Сыр, который может помочь с свинцом.
It was August 17, 2001. Most government workers in Hawaii had the day off to commemorate Admission Day. The Grigoriy Clan decided to spend their three-day weekend at the Portuguese Guy's apartment complex.
The Russian mice kicked back in the mini tropical forest next to the complex. Tall palms swayed above them, broad green leaves created shady hiding places, and warm, sweet-smelling flowers and tasty fruit grew between twisting vines.
The night was a different story. Some residents at the complex partied well past midnight, disturbing the normally quiet atmosphere. The late-night noise upset one resident, who became increasingly agitated by the disruption.
She grabbed a massive rock and violently slammed it onto their vehicle. The rock was so heavy that the men couldn’t even remove it from their vehicle together.
When police arrived at the complex, they arrested the woman in connection with the incident. Several residents described her as eccentric or unusual, noting that she had a well-known fascination with collecting dolls. Her unusual hobby had made her stand out among some of the neighbors, who often viewed her as an odd presence in the community.
The clan, however, didn’t find her unusual at all. They enjoyed admiring the unique dolls she had collected from cultures and countries around the world.
By morning, nearly everyone at the complex was exhausted, except for the resident manager, who was wide awake and ready for business. At exactly 8:00 a.m., the manager issued citations to the residents who had been partying late into the night.
Despite the previous night’s chaos, the Portuguese Guy was undeterred. Early that morning, he began baking fresh, warm malassadas for his neighbors to enjoy with breakfast, filling the complex with their sweet, irresistible aroma.
The new access road in Kalapana to view Kilauea lava entering the ocean was a hot topic of conversation at the complex.
"Doesn't Ivonna Dijona live in the Puna district?" Asked one resident.
"No. I heard she lives in the Kau district." Another resident responded.
The clan’s ears perked up. They had been searching for clues about her whereabouts, desperate to confirm a most unusual suspicion: was she really a mouse from Russia who had moved to Hawaii to launch a Dijon mustard business?
Reaching these districts would require the clan to complete a top-secret project: the construction of a vehicle capable of cloaking itself from detection.
Technician Grigoriy had perfected the cloaking technology by reverse-engineering data recovered from an ancient transportation system deep within the Mezhgorye Permafrost Tunnel in Russia. However, adapting that technology for use in an actual vehicle was another challenge entirely, and one he could not overcome alone. For that, he would need the expertise of Engineer Grigoriy.
Commander Grigoriy tapped into the phone line, establishing a connection with the command post in Yasny. Battle Captain Grigoriy immediately answered the call.
Commander: “Can I borrow a piece of cheese?”
Battle Captain: “Would you like the wheel?”
Commander: “No. The recipe calls for 3.75 ounces.”
Battle Captain: “Of melted cheese?”
Commander: “No. Frozen cheese, ENGINEERED to perfection with TWO OTHER INGREDIENTS; that's up to the cheesemaker.”
Battle Captain: "Where should I send this cheese?"
Commander: "ITO. Activate WAR MODE to protect the cheese."
Battle Captain: “Understood, Commander. Expect confirmation by this time tomorrow.”
Инженер Григорий, радист Григорий и медик Григорий уже в пути.