The mission "feed", or how the gods are mistaken. Bolotin K.

A minute ago I stood in my kitchen, and now I fall from a great height and a faceless voice advises me to wave their wings. Behind the back is empty, in my hands a frying pan and I still continue to fall. And then it turns out that there was an error, I need to run, and not fly, and you can’t die in any way, otherwise God will not count the coursework. World has gone mad? No wonder with such a god! But I now need to survive in this world somehow, also to feed a bunch of men, having only one frying pan and experience of the years.