In the cosmically vast corridor, the two figures seemed so tiny that I wanted to reach out, grab them and put them in my pocket. Sharp eyesight allowed them to look after them for a long time, until they were swallowed up by an alarming haze. He gave them everything he could - weapons, knowledge, his own experience and something else that they did not know about - like that couple thirty years ago. And still it was very little. But alas, their time had come, and there was nothing he could do about it. Perhaps he would have come up with something more reliable if he knew that the pendulum of fortune had begun to swing in the opposite direction, but he was only a man.At the moment when Pustovalov was saying goodbye to Dasha and Viktor, seventy-three floors above in a spacious room, the former investigator of the military prosecutor's office of the Baltic garrison, Krutilov, who was acting deputy head of the security service for operational work in U-4, got up from his chair. He went up

In the tenth block, Victor outlined the main and alternate routes to the backup operator's room, drew a map and memorized it. There were many reasons for unrest, but Victor tried not to think about it, repeating the algorithm of actions to himself, although Pustovalov said that you should not program yourself for only one course of action - it was still easier for him. In addition, there was another source of excitement nearby - Dasha.Although Dasha was in a medical uniform, disguised with the help of large glasses and a special medical helmet, she frowned all the time and looked at the floor, she was still beautiful and Viktor (also well disguised with the help of Pustovalov) noticed that she attracted too many curious male views, especially the views of the guards.In the end, Victor, seeing several people in dark uniforms ahead, suggested that Dasha turn onto the nearest stairs.It was quiet on the stairs.- Too many of them. That usually doesn't happen! Like something happened! -

Victor had been staring intently at the small screen for several minutes now, distracted only by a quick glance at his watch. His palms were sweaty, his heart was beating loudly, his leg twitched under the chair. Finally, a little belatedly, two black shapes appeared on the bluish screen. One of them touched the door twice - a conventional sign. Victor pressed the button on which his finger had been lying for a long time. The door of the residential block "2s" quickly went to him. Victor's heart was relieved, closing the door behind those who had passed, he jumped up, unable to contain his excitement any longer.- There is! One more time and that's it!Dasha silently looked at him. She stood at the door, watching the corridor and hall through a small gap. Victor could not now think about safety either, and now he understood why Pustovalov had sent them together. But after all, someone here ate cheburek and read a magazine? Why has he been gone for so long? Or maybe he noticed them? Pa

The elevator went long and fast. They sank too deep, and the deeper they sank, the easier it became for the passengers.- Wow! Kharitonov laughed nervously. - This is what we gave on slippers!It seemed to Victor that he had survived a heart attack. Dasha's hands were trembling. Pustovalov took the lantern from her and shone it on the corpses, apparently in search of weapons. He was the only one who looked calm.“Don't take it into your head,” Kharitonov threatened, noticing that Pustovalov approached the panel with the buttons.- We need to hurry.- You, bl..d, only almost jumped into the next world!Victor, where are we? - Turned into the darkness of Pustovalov.Victor answered from somewhere below.– I think we have already left the seventh block. It was only four floors down...Finally the elevator stopped. The doors opened, in front of them a huge empty corridor darkened with rare equidistant lamps, which almost did not give any light - a familiar picture for these places. The ba

One of them, the one with the mustache, finally broke down and said:- This is the end.And seeing that no one was responding to his words, he repeated:- Final.“Listen, you bastard! Is someone asking you? Kharitonov barked at him.The frightened "scientist" hurried to hide behind the door, and the train, having defended the allotted minute, moved further along the tunnel.- Starts to turn - jump! Victor said.It was not difficult to do this - the speed of the train was low, and the trailers had no doors. Soon he drove into a small hall and began to turn in a long arc. Pustovalov saw the closed gate with a vertical rise.- Here! Victor jumped off and everyone followed suit.The place was like a subway, in that part of it that they had spent many hours in - dim lights, bare walls, tangles of technical cables and numerous sensors on the walls.Victor pointed his finger at a barely visible sensor above the gate, Pustovalov aimed the remote control there and pressed the "9" button. The g