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By morning, it is all over. The curtain has come down on my Papa’s life.

THIS is publicity shot I had done for promote my music career. I have 4,000 prints in box in attic.

I put these press advertisements in local magazines. I am still backing Betamax.

CHAPTER The 12

Success (and also Sergei)

AND so begin my commitment to the family business. After Papa’s death I was very sad and spent much time comforting Mama Anton who is, obviousness, very distraughts. I promised her that I would knuckle up, put my ear to the grindstone and be the winner of bread. (I learnt my English well, so I had all the right expressions at the tip of my lips.)

With help from Papa’s loyal assistant Stanislav, I learnt the business of meerkat comparison during the day, and went to business school in the night-times. It play havocs for my beauty sleeps.

When I was ready I made tour of all the comparethemeerkat.shops in Moscow. I decide that business must be more twentieth-century, so I install hi-tech Betamax tele-projectors for better comparing. This was prove very popular for a little bit.

Soon Stanislav is ready for retire. He knew I needed some help so he suggest I work with his nephew. Stanislav’s nephew was Chief Designer of the Mir(kat) Space Program, but was having to leave his job because he fake a moon landing. So I invite him for chat.

SERGEI was award a medal for beating the NASAkats to moon landing. But they took it away when they find out he fake it up in his garage.

THIS is Russian Mir(kat) Space Program mug Sergei keeps on his desk. It is why his tea taste of sadness.

One day, there was a knock on the bell. Full of shyness, a grey bespectacled meerkat walked into the shop. (I think you know who this is.)

Sergei introduced himself and we sat down to talk over a pepperfly tea. He told me all about his life which was not very interesting, but he also tell of new video inventions which would mean we could show comparing meerkats to people at home on their computermabobs.

This was very excite, and I could see new technology would invigorise my business. So I make momentous decision and ask Sergei to become my official Information Technology (‘IT’ for short) manager. I settle him down in small office at the back of the storeroom, buy him an enormous brand new computamabob with lots of buttons and a daisy-wheel printer and he is very thankful.

Some weeks later he has ‘uploaded’ three meerkats ‘online’. When I look at screen I see vision of future. It is coming slowly, but it is the beginning of the business you know and love today.

PART The 5

MY LIFE TODAY

HERE is Sergei and I on set while shooting

The Journey of Courageousness . Sergei lost 3 claws in the ‘clap-board’ that day.

HERE is Sergei and I in our first advertisement together. He was moulting a lot from nervousness.

CHAPTER The 13

Me on Screen

AFTER a few more month, Sergei has finished putting all the paintings on the computermabob. It is long process and often the servermabob breaks down.

But finally we are ready to ‘launch’ our ‘website’ on the ‘internets’. Is all very excite when I press button for first time. Unfortunate, there was power cut at exact same moment, and we lost all the pictures. Sergei had to start all over again. It was very stressful for Sergei; he thinks this was when his problems with the worms start.

When we finally have lift-off (this is Sergei’s space background speaking) it is as good as I had expect. The site is looking very professionals and soon we have many peoples coming to the site and say this is best meerkat comparing they have ever seen.

After a year or two we are totally dominate the market. Everyone agrees there is no competition. Then disaster struck. (Again.)

One day Sergei come into my office (where I am having relaxing whirly-bath) looking panty and full of sweat. It was not a pretty sight. He tell me that he is having interferences on our website with people who are asking questions about the sport-back coupés and the ten-year-old estates. This is dreadfuls. And puzzlings.