Translated from RU
I walk through a vast office where, instead of employees, soft toys are seated—bears in ties, penguins with laptops, giraffes sipping coffee.
The boss, a little lion, hands me a folder and says:
— Urgently sign the cloud. It’s flying away.
I start to chase after him: the cloud is indeed drifting down the corridor like a balloon.
All the toys applaud and chant: “Deadlines! Deadlines! Deadlines!”
I leap, grab the edge of the cloud, and put my signature on it.
But instead of ink, rain pours down, flooding the entire office.
The toys get soaked and transform into real animals, silently staring at me.
The lion boss approaches closely and whispers:
— The work is done. But what exactly did you save?
The water rises to the ceiling.
And I suddenly notice that I breathe underwater as usual.
