Rochester Inn

[Lanakov]

A man,looking rather old,showed up in the bar.
His face wasn't shaved,and he was wearing a white lab suit with "Pr B. Lanakov" proudly written on it.
He looked a bit confused,apparently not knowing what he was doing here.

The bartender hailed him with a friendly tone.
"Hey,prof ! what is it you want here ?"
The professor seemed to suddendly understand where he was.
He was talking with a strong foreign accent,yet understandable.
"I am looking for a lane hacker named Noam Fourfall.I have something to deliver to him.Oh,and get me a dry vodka,please,the day's been long."

He was informed that his friend wasn't available at the moment.
The professor wrote a quick note that he asked the bartender to deliver to his friend as soon as he'd see him.

"Hello,mister Fourfall !
I managed to secure as much of the hardware you requested and brought it here.It has been unloaded in *check the back of the note* and is mainly composed of ***-****** processors coming from ****** and optronics manufactured in *********.Tell me if there's something missing,those have been difficult to bring up here.
Concerning the surgery,I'll have something to tell you,next time we meet.I read some reports about similar experiments for different goals that might interest you.
See you later my friend !
Boris. "

He gave the note to the bartender and sat to a table next to Samuel,his colleague and friend,whom he tapped the shoulder.
"Any more trouble with them hunters,doc ?"

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If everyone was a bit more like Lanakov, the entire world would be more positive. Including pregnancy tests.