Chapter 2Still, hand-to-hand combat is not my thing.Ignat easily got away from my jab and shortly punched me in the liver. It felt like a sledgehammer hit him in the stomach, and I bent forward, trying to get my forehead into his face.- Look you! - the big man, whom I still hooked, was surprised. - Courageous!For the next half minute, I played the bag, trying to minimize the effects of his punches and make rare counterattacks. I have to admit, I was lucky that Ignat did not set out to knock me out or cripple me.Having limited himself to a few powerful blows to the body and dried off my hands raised in the block, he stepped back and smiled friendly:- Tickets?“Quits,” I grimaced from the pain in my stomach, but shook the outstretched hand.He turned out to be so cooler than me in hand-to-hand combat that he could calmly give me humiliating cuffs on the back of the head or put a couple of black eyes. But Ignat, apparently, knew about our distinguishing feature with his brother and

Chapter 4- Multiple fractures throughout the body!— The rib pierced the right lung.- Severe concussion! The patient loses consciousness! Coma threat!Give him an adrenaline rush!- Yes, he has it and so rolls over!— Almost brought, the surgeon is waiting in the operating room.- Where is it then?- This employee of the corporation Game - World , we have an agreement with them. After the operation, immediately into the capsule for recovery.- If not for the helmet, my head would burst like a watermelon ...“Wait, but we were called seven minutes ago. And he was hit by a truck in just two minutes. In addition, the guy is wearing a helmet, protection. Adrenaline in the blood ... Something is unclean here.Not our problem, let the police deal with it.But still, it's very suspicious...Stop talking, watch the patient! Pulse dropped, Masha, urgently shoot him adrenaline!- I fix the deterioration.“What did you inject him with, you fool?” Those are muscle relaxants! You will drive him

Your fate is written from birth to death, even you were born in full accordance with the rules, almost as old as your entire family. The service is so closely intertwined with life that you yourself sometimes do not understand where one ends and another begins. You also chose your wife for yourself, finally and irrevocably, and all that remains is just to love her with all your heart. Not a step to the left, not a step to the right: there are boundaries for everything. There is only one freedom - freedom of choice. You are free to run away, leaving everything, or stay, but then you will also have to accept everything. More is not given. But more is not required!PrologueThe storm was leaving the raid.Returned home - to the sea, which was born. She left like a ship, under the sails of purple clouds. She left, leaving that special freshness spilled in the air, which poetically inclined personalities refer to as “the first breath of the newborn world”, and everyone else scolds for its

Fish marketThe market slightly deafened me with a cheerful hubbub. Well, of course, this is for some (but let's not point the finger!) The beginning of the morning watch - the time is impossible early, and the fishing vessels have almost completely unloaded the goods intended for sale, and now baskets with silvery carcasses, generously sprinkled with ice, are being taken away from the benches. By the way, supplying ice is a profitable business: this is evidenced by the fact that the gnomes are engaged in it - these short men will not miss the profit! It is curious that they see it where everyone else turns up their noses at first, and then they catch themselves and start lamenting: oh, we were the first to think about this ... You thought about it, but they took it and did it. However, in recent years, fakes have come across very often. Which? Icy of course! Not the "crystal-clear glaciers of Rinnever", but something frozen from muddy water of unknown origin. And half the price, whic

******************************************************* *******************Holt suburb, Tarma Thoris' daneke mansion,second third of the evening watchA-a-a-apchi!Something fluffy got into my nose and insolently interrupted my afternoon nap. I opened my eyes, but the situation did not clear up. Mainly because the room was dark. So late already? How much do I sleep? However, if you take into account the hour and a half spent on cutting and boiling the fish (combined with futile attempts to drive the cat away from the cutting board and stove), and the hour during which I had to rummage through the pantry and build from the supplies there (the remaining ones, judging by the dull appearance , since winter) a usable lunch, not so much was spent on sleep. Most importantly, it is not clear whether you managed to sleep or not. Well, that fact will only be established empirically when I leave the bed.What is it that tickles my nose?I touch with my fingers. Soft, but not like wool. Warm. E