Walked fast. The platform was already six hundred meters behind. Looking around, he now saw only its end edge, brightly lit by a lantern, and remembered that he had forgotten to look at the name.Boris was already wandering with the last of his strength, stumbling, swaying from side to side, and one day without noticing it, he headed down from the embankment into some kind of ravine and came to his senses only when he stumbled and fell. He stopped keeping track of time, on flat areas, sometimes decently moved away from the railway. Several times I stumbled over sleepers covered with snow. It seemed to him that he was sleeping, and he heard someone sigh with a wheeze, but this time he knew who was making this sound.Amidst the cacophony of the night, the monotonous signal soon began to predominate. Three tense short beeps, repeated at regular intervals of approximately one second. To Boris, this sound was like Morse code. With every second, the sound became clearer, it became clear tha

“They will all be driven out soon,” said the old man, and Pustovalov noticed blue circles under his eyes and a sickly gleam in his eyes.Indeed, he is the only one still lying. Trying to move smoothly, Pustovalov got up. Contrary to expectations, the head did not hurt at all. There were rag sneakers under the bed, but before putting them on, Pustovalov looked intently at the old man.We talked yesterday, didn't we?- Quite right.Don't get me wrong, but...“Here…” the old man deliberately interrupted him loudly and continued more quietly, “sometimes you have strange dreams. Perhaps more often than they dream of in ordinary life.- Yeah. - Pustovalov said and immediately repeated again. - Yeah. So dreams?The old man casually approached him.- Well, maybe not quite dreams, but not quite what we call reality. In any case, it is better to avoid talking about such topics.- Why?They attract the unhealthy attention of superiors.– Why is it bad?- By itself, nothing. But it puts everyone

- Rarely will they be brought here. So consider it our day off today, thanks to you.- And here, it turns out, an excellent review. By the way, where are these, who will bring us?At that moment, a group of men naked to their underpants entered the lower room with a noise. Among them, Pustovalov immediately saw Kharitonov - he stood out for his size.From surprise, Pustovalov even choked on Coca-Cola.- And here they will be. The second group, - said Gennady.“Damn…why are they all naked?”- Recently, home-made knives were found on two of them - allegedly they were preparing an assassination attempt.- On whom? Pustovalov handed the old man a bottle of cola.- And the devil knows.“If it wasn’t for the so-called ‘dreams’, I would have thought I was crazy.“Maybe we've all gone crazy here. But in this case, it's their "dad". He is painfully strict with them.- Dad?- Yes, out. See? The only one dressed.Pustovalov took a closer look and saw a short figure behind the naked peasants. Ver

Victor found it under a pile of newspapers - a rare device with a disk set, picked up the phone ...- Hello!The answer was only a crack - apparently interference on the line.- I'm listening! Viktor spoke louder.No answer.- You can not be heard!Oh, those ancient devices. Victor pressed the receiver into his ear.There was a chirp at the other end. At first, barely audible, then nasty growing and simultaneously changing intonations, as if someone really spoke in this way.Victor hung up in disgust."To hell with calls, and in general, it's time to take the bull by the horns!" he decided. After all, it was initiative that brought him here. He will start working without waiting for anyone.First of all, he approached the table, remembering Palych's words yesterday that the plans for the shelter were "somewhere on the desktop." But among the countless rubbish on the table, he found nothing. Only under the box with nails was a folded notebook sheet with a list of eight names and surnam

Victor lowered the curtain and left the room at once into the cramped hallway. The front door was closed with a chain. He touched the dusty leatherette, looked through the peephole. Through the twilight, the doors and a piece of the wall covered with a marker were barely visible. Victor took off the chain, turned the latch of the lock and left the apartment. Going down the stairs, which were lit by dim bulbs, across the floor, he smelled urine and sweet decay - quite expected for such an entourage, but he had a feeling of unnaturalness of what was happening. This place was clearly not what it seemed to be.Nevertheless, when he stepped out into the yard, he felt a completely natural cold, with tingling in his nose and icy jets of air, but still something prevented him from fully feeling the street. Perhaps this dense, hopeless darkness overhead.A well-visible figure on the second floor flashed before my eyes.- Hey little one! Viktor screamed. – Do you hear?!Victor ran, drowning in