Pustovalov heard her sonorous voice, but did not immediately make out a short figure among the impeccable female bodies, which were especially impressive with the ideal ratio of the width of the hips and the narrowness of the waist - as if a brilliant breeder had deliberately bred a special breed of women with increased fertility.And yet it was dangerous to ignore his boss in such a sophisticated way - Pustovalov tore his eyes away from the appetizing buttocks of one of the dancers and found Irina in the crowd. He knew that the conversation had been brewing for a long time. Today ended the fourth training day, in which everyone participated - and these stunning girls of the same height and the same height guys in jaguar costumes. To ensure that no contacts other than workers between them arose, frigid guards of a special “breed” strictly monitored: whitish two-meter androgynes armed with metal rods that looked like lightsabers. Guys in jaguar costumes were especially afraid of them.

Pustovalov went to him and soon saw a fat man urinating at the wall. Hiding behind a galvanized pipe, he waited for the fat man to finish and followed him. Despite his drunkenness, the fat man was clearly in a hurry. Staggering, he almost ran through the corridors, reminiscent of a labyrinth, each time turning confidently.Finally, they came to a landing with a spiral staircase, very dimly lit. The staircase, like in an old Stalinist house, went down in square turns around a non-existent elevator channel. On each floor, one antediluvian light bulb burned, under which numbers were drawn in red paint. On the topmost platform, on the wall, the number 728 was displayed. On the floor below, respectively, 727. Pustovalov looked down, the fat man's hand slid along the railing, but what was below - surprised him - the abyss of floors seemed endless.The floors themselves were of no interest, and rather resembled some kind of unfinished building. Each of them had a doorway, behind which an unc

What is "and"?- And you're here.- Where is "here?! Viktor was surprised.- In the fifth block.- Well, this is the sixth block.- Yeah, - Malek smiled and Victor realized that he did not believe him for a penny. - Well well.Malek gazed at Victor intently, and his smile grew wider and wider. She literally destroyed Victor.- Well well! he repeated. - Well, nah..y!Three burly guards came around the corner. The widest of them, without stopping, threw:- Get out of here, the mole is here.- Comrade Major! Malek shouted without taking his eyes off Victor. - The mole is here!- What? The big man called back. At that moment, a radio crackled on his shoulder.“Comrade Major, here he is.The major stopped, answered something on the radio and asked again:- What you said?“Here’s a mole,” Malek nodded at Victor.Further, to Victor's surprise, the major walked up to Malko with a quick step, easily grabbed him by the collar of his jacket with both hands and slammed him into the wall.“You fuc

Pustovalov knocked on it. The sound is muffled, metallic.“If this is a door, then it’s not for people,” Pustovalov concluded, and at that moment the sections instantly parted, revealing an abyss of darkness in front of them.- What did you do?- I just touched it.Dasha was the first to decide to explore the new space, but Pustovalov grabbed her sharply, as soon as her foot lifted over the darkness.- Stop! He shouted a little louder than his calm nature required.Dasha looked at him.- There is no gender.The girl stepped back in fear. Then she sat down and held out her hand.- You're right. She stood up, plunging her hand deeper and deeper, holding on to the edge of the wall. - Some strange feeling.Pustovalov also stuck out his hand.- Yes, it looks like the wind or something ...“It's not the wind,” she said, “the absence of gravity.- How is this possible?“That's the only thing that's possible in this place.Pustovalov looked at her and saw that a shadow of horror had fallen on

- You got scared...Pustovalov shook his head, got up, and again went to the window. Dasha, excited by his story, also got up, she wanted to put her hand on his shoulder and somehow support him, but, of course, she did not dare.“But you were a child,” she said, “you did everything right, you… saved yourself.– Yes, I saved myself… But… I see… I see.“Why didn’t you tell about it at the meeting then?”- Why? Don't know. Maybe because of that strange man...- What kind of person?“Victor and I met him on the subway. He looks like a madman. Perhaps he was. But now I know that he's just been here before.- In this place?- Yes.And did you manage to get out?- Somehow. He said that the one to be wary of most here is those who ask the right questions.– How to understand it?Pustovalov shrugged.Do you want to take a walk?- Now?- Now.And they went out, went down, and went along the stone path to the cliff. A wind blew towards them, reminiscent of a sea breeze and even bringing the smel