Location: Vladivostok, Primorsky Krai, Russia
Time: August 5, 2015. 01:50 P.M. (Vladivostok Time)
Will he win Tetris? Will he win the farting game? This story will tell.
He cleared one line, and he reached 200 points. Soon, the game was starting to become difficult, and at 600 points, half of the screen was filled. That was just bad luck, as he could easily beat that record, and Dmitry was trying to focus on the game. He cleared one line, but half of the screen was still filled. He lost, having 1270 points.
"Is this all you can do? I'll beat you!", said Ekaterina.
She started playing, and cleared two lines easily. She got to 1000 points quickly. There was no way she could have to lost to him, at this point. Dmitry knew she was going to win even this time, and was feeling like giving up training at Tetris because he felt like he could never beat her at that game.
Ekaterina kept playing, and she reached 2000 points. She already won. Dmitry could hardly reach 2000 points, and Ekaterina reached 2500 until that moment. Dmitry was thinking a thing he could beat her at, so he could win 400 Rubles. It was hard to think, because she was so good at playing any videogame, and her farts were lethal, so he couldn't beat her at those two things. He had to think another thing he could beat her at.
Ekaterina reached 3000 points, more than double the points Dmitry achieved. He thought there was no way to have that money, but he wasn't giving up. He was waiting for Ekaterina to finish the game, hoping he would be luckier on the next round. Unfortunately, the luck isn't related, the only thing that counts was the skill, especially in the "farting game", because probabilities weren't random, as all of her farts were very stinky. Probabilities were more random at Tetris, because blocks aren't always the same. Still, it was very hard to succeed at even one of the two things.
Ekaterina was getting stuck at some point, as the blocks were filling some lines without her being able to clear them. Almost half of the screen was filled, and her points were only 3600. She wasn't starting to panic, though, because she already beat Dmitry.
"No luck for you, no luck for me", said Ekaterina, randomly. However, that wasn't true, as the luck was on her side, but not on Dmitry's.
Dmitry didn't even reply. He was thinking too much: thinking about something he could beat her at. He still couldn't find a thing. See who can stand the hugs the longest? No way! Ekaterina could hug someone for several minutes, while Dmitry gets tired after 20 seconds. Smelling her farts and beating her at videogames were both excluded, as it was nearly impossible to do those things.
Ekaterina was still stuck, and the blocks were filling three fourths of the screen, with her having only a score of 3800. Was it the time of Ekaterina's "defeat"? She didn't think so, because she was finding a way to clear the last line.
Dmitry wasn't even watching her playing at this point, he just didn't care. What he cared about was what he could beat her at.
"What I could beat her at? Beat her at...", these words echoed in Dmitry's mind, who was thinking deep about that. His desire for money was very high, and he couldn't afford not winning 400 Rubles. He was thinking about when Ekaterina farted in his face. That was horrible, it felt like his nose was touching something boiling. And that "something" were eggs. It was that stinky. He was thinking that if he kept smelling her farts, he would become used to them and would win that money easily. That was just his thought, though. It was though to win.
Ekaterina cleared one line. She was starting to free some of the screen and get even more points. Dmitry was returning to watch her. That score was amazing, it was finally more than 4000. Dmitry could never reach that score, it was just too high for him. Tetris was totally an impossible thing to beat her at, at least for him, so he gave up with that idea. Smelling her farts was still a bad idea for him, and the only thing he could think was who could stand hugging the longest. But Ekaterina would win, no doubt. Her hugs can last even 3 minutes. They can be very long, and she usually stops the hug when the other people also stops the hug. Is there something Dmitry is better than Ekaterina? He was thinking: standing the cold? No way! Everything below 5 °C (41 °F) is too cold for him. Standing the heat? Also no! Everything above 25 °C (77 °F) is too hot for him. See who can stand without breathing the longest? No! He couldn't stand that above 30 seconds at maximum. He kept thinking, but there was no exit to his room of despair: Ekaterina was better than Dmitry in every aspect, or at least, that's what Dmitry thought.
Ekaterina was continuing to clear the lines, and reached 4700 points, but she was clearly at the end, as more than three fourths of the screen were filled. She reached 4800 points, and the screen was almost full. Will she reach 5000 points? She was hoping so, but she was losing. She was trying really hard to get at least 5000 points, but at 4900 points, only one line had left.
Luckily, she cleared it and reached 5160 points! Dmitry congratulated her, and she told him to lie down on her legs again, because the farting game was about to begin again.
"Did you think it was finished? Now let's see who will win!", said Ekaterina.
He did as she said, and she farted very quickly.
PRRRFFF
This was a very short fart, it was loud but it lasted only 0.6 seconds. It was very short compared to the others.
The stench impregnated his hair, and he could feel his nose boiling and drowning in the sulphurous stench of Ekaterina's farts. He was getting used to breathe pure air, so smelling her farts again was really a bad thing. It was the "criminal's punishment", after all.
"If criminals were punished this way, I don't think there would be many", thought Dmitry, starting to cough as the smell of her farts hit his lungs.
"Ahhh!!!", sighed Ekaterina, "What a nice smell! Dinner is ready? I smell some eggs!"
She laughed. Dmitry wasn't, though.
Now, under the smell of her farts, even thinking about what he could beat her at was becoming difficult, as the brain was trying to focus on not smelling her farts too much instead of thinking what Dmitry wanted to think to.
"How does it smell?", asked Ekaterina, in a cute voice.
Dmitry didn't reply. He didn't even wanted to joke. He just wanted for that "torture" to finish as soon as possible.
40 seconds have passed since her fart, and Dmitry was struggling to keep smelling it without vomiting. It wasn't easy at all. If he could hold his breath for longer, he would have probably won, but he sucked at that. He was getting dizzy smelling that, and sonnolence was starting to kick in. He didn't want to think anymore, he was just giving up to the smell, feeling like he was almost fainting. Suddenly, an urge gave him some power and he was focusing his brain to smell her farts. He could stand Ekaterina's eighth fart for a full minute, and Ekaterina was proud for him. Even Dmitry was proud of himself.
"Was it difficult? I bet you can't stand my tenth fart, by the way!", said Ekaterina.
"No, it wasn't!", lied Dmitry, "I can stand your tenth fart easily, you'll see it, and you'll regret challenging me!"
"Ok then, if you can stand my tenth fart for two minutes, I'll give you 400 Rubles, is that ok?", asked Ekaterina.
"What? Two minutes? That's crazy!", thought Dmitry.
"Two minutes? That's easy!", said Dmitry. Of course he was lying.
"Ok then! I have to fart again, that will be my ninth fart, come here!", invited Ekaterina.
Dmitry put his head on her legs and waited for her to fart. Ekaterina waited a little, but then, a rather big fart pushed out.
PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFF
It was very loud and lasted 2.2 seconds. It was big, and the smell was atrocious. It was like being inside a sewer made of rotten eggs. The smell made Dmitry cry, and his vision was starting to blur. Even the first 20 seconds were very hard to maintain the control, let alone the next 40 seconds.
30 seconds have passed, and Dmitry was struggling to keep his control. He tried to breathe as little as possible, but still, without him needing more air, because that would have been dangerous. The smell was very pungent.
35 seconds have passed, and breathing was becoming more and more difficult as time was passing by. Dmitry was started to think about giving up, but he decided to remain under there as long as he could. His willpower was very high, and he was very determined to do that. He was even more determined than the day before. He was thinking smelling her farts was doable and that he could reach one minute and gain his 400 Rubles he wanted.
40 seconds have passed, and Dmitry felt like he was at the end of his capabilities, but he still wasn't giving up. The prize was too high, he couldn't afford the defeat. He also wanted to prove to her cousin he was stronger than her, and he was better than her at one thing. Her farts weren't scaring him that much anymore, and some other seconds were passing.
45 seconds have passed, and Dmitry felt some power inside of him. It was a great power, a power that kept him from passing out and/or vomiting, a power of the mind and body. He could remain under that stench for some other seconds, or at least he could feel that. That power was the only thing he could count about, at that point.
50 seconds have passed. Even that great power was fading away, but he didn't want to give up. "Giving up is for the weak", thought Dmitry. His willpower was the ghost of what it once was, his determination was totally newborn. Seconds were passing, but they weren't feeling linear, they were feeling logarithmical, with them feeling slower as time was going by.
50... it was a great second... 51... time was passing slowly, and Dmitry could think a lot of things within just one second. One second felt like one minute, and time was getting slower.
55 seconds have passed, and Dmitry didn't even know how he could stand that smell for that long. What he knew was that he was totally winning, and seconds were passing. He was hoping to not lose at this point, as he almost won. Seconds were still passing, but very slowly, and he could have given up at any point before the minute.
ONE MINUTE!!!
"Wow! I didn't expect that! See if you can win the next fart!", said Ekaterina. She admitted he didn't expect him to win like that, as her ninth fart was so stinky.
Will he stand her tenth fart?