Katya suddenly grimaced violently, clutched her neck with both hands, and cursed."What the hell are you doing with that thing?"- He gives a discharge from time to time.- That's hate.- Even some!“I thought you did well too.”“Looks like it, golden cage and all.” Yes, he does not have a chainsaw, but he seems to read my mind, as if he knows what I love and what I hate, and uses it on purpose!Kharitonov looked seriously at Katya.- I'm familiar with it.- Yes?“I know what it’s like to live with a sadist.- I can not stand.- You will survive.Katya shook her head.“You know, I think they knew they were doomed.- Who?“These fugitives. I think they still succeeded. I saw what happens in the capsules. This is worse than eternal punishment, and they just died. I think they did some sort of ritual...Kharitonov looked at Katya, watched her eyes fill with enthusiasm, and outlandish thoughts were born in his head.***The next morning, Kharitonov "checked out" and went to his block with

- Wait ... - Yakov ran away somewhere, quickly returned with a shovel and began to dig out the snow around Boris, but the shovel only ran into the asphalt.– Open the asphalt?– What is left?- You can ask for help.- Makarov?- Well, it’s not for nothing that they brought so much equipment. Let's try, it seems like the ball is on our side.They came to Makarov, who listened without enthusiasm and only nodded at Vindman.– His idea?In the presence of Yakov, Makarov always communicated with Vindman in a strange manner - exclusively through Yakov, as if Boris was a foreigner and Yakov was his translator.Jacob nodded.- How deep?- Thirty-six meters.Makarov made a grimace, as if he did not understand what he was talking about.Important men from Makarov's entourage did not like the idea either.- Is he serious? - Asked the fattest of them.“It’s like a local clown,” Makarov explained, “don’t pay attention. Yasha, make better plans.Yakov wanted to say something, but Boris pushed him o

In recent days and especially hours, the unhealthy tension around Katya has grown like a snowball. The main source of tension came from Mirzakarim Viktorovich, who was preparing to storm the last peak of the “new world” hierarchy and, for obvious reasons, was drawing Katya into this.He constantly spoke about the “new world” - allegorically, with the help of metaphors and allusions, as if talking about abstract topics, but, nevertheless, it became clear that the “new world” would not be limited to staying in the U-4 shelter. And even more so it will not unfold on the fragments of the former world. They are waiting for completely different conditions, a completely different social structure, and new orders, for some reason based on the old principles of slavery. Such a new "special way". But it is impossible otherwise, said Mirzakarim Viktorovich, the conditions in which we find ourselves are sensitive to human weaknesses like a virus, and we simply cannot afford to coddle with vices,

Suddenly, very close by, Victor heard:- Yes, pi..dets there, a complete set! Keys, duplicates, radio!- What to report? - There was a second voice.- Yes, it's time to take a bitch. Tell Palych not to let go anywhere yet.Victor panicked, circling in the dark, clenching and unclenching his fists. I wanted to cry in despair. It seemed to him that everything was too complicated, that he was trapped and that now all that was left was to throw himself at the feet of some unknown boss and beg him for mercy, realizing in the depths of his soul that all this was useless. I remembered yesterday's meeting with Pustovalov, how confident and calm he was. How cleverly he would get out of here.But in the ears stood "It's time to take a bitch" and the squeal of a chainsaw, tearing out a heartbreaking scream along with bloodied flesh.Victor put his ear to the door and stood for such a long time, listening. He waited for absolute silence, but somewhere a quiet monotonous unfamiliar sound was heard

“The main problem is that everyone underestimates her,” Uncle Yegor said, buttering a piece of baguette, “even when you directly tell them that disguise increases the likelihood of surviving in battle by sixty percent, they still don’t take it seriously. It flies past the ears.Uncle Yegor scooped up a spoonful of red caviar and bent over the table, looking at Boris.The one who understands its true meaning wins. He continued even more quietly. - In twenty-five years, I have met only two cadets who realized that it was impossible to disguise an armored personnel carrier in three minutes. Only these two got their fair fives. No, of course, I gave fives to those who did not deserve them, otherwise I would have been sent to the reserve ahead of time. But only these two. Only these two deserved it. I even remember their names.– What did they do? One of the boys asked.Uncle Yegor smiled phlegmatically.- And to this, son, you must come yourself, otherwise ... Do you want to be a good mil