Katya was already asleep, and Dasha, now looking into her serene sleeping face, felt sorry for her, remembering what she had experienced today. But the "rules of the game" have changed, Dasha herself did not fully understand where this decisiveness came from in her.- What the hell are you shaking me! Katya opened her eyes with difficulty and then closed them again.Dasha told her everything she saw.- So what?"You really don't understand?" Dasha sat down on the bed next to her. This lesbian is lying!“Oh, oh,” Katya drawled and tried to lie down again.Dasha grabbed her hand.- Listen, listen. I saw two keys. Coelum and infernum.- What? Katya asked incredulously. - Listen, shut up.- Just think. Why is she lying that we are closed here from the outside? God, do you even realize how crazy this is! In seventeen hours, no exit will open! At best, we will hear another lie...Katya looked at her wearily.- And at worst .... Her friend's wrists are bandaged, and this fake smile of hers i

Pustovalov walked along a narrow corridor towards a black cloud - he did not know why and did not feel threatened, his legs themselves carried him. The sand creaked underfoot, like at that abandoned construction site where he had smashed his head a little earlier, failing to jump to the edge of the concrete slab. And he knew that here the sand is exactly the same. Moreover, it is the same sand. There, a layer of quartz hid the concrete base of a giant hangar, which had grown old, but remained unfinished. Here, under the sand, the floor was also light gray, and the same block walls. The walls had been shifted, making the hallway unnaturally narrow, in violation of all building codes. A dim, mortar-splattered, twenty-four-watt bulb illuminated the passage every fifteen meters. There were only nine left before dark. Passing the fifth, Pustovalov heard a child's cry. He had heard it before too. Pustovalov looked down and saw the movement of his own legs. The steps were unusually small and

For the first time, he noticed a strange glow above the boom when the workers finished changing the fourth section. He just turned in his chair to check whether there was still room in the Aqua Minerale bottle, and at that moment a beam hit his left eye through the arrow joints, which he at first mistook for a sun glare from the belvedere of the Prometheus business center "- the only building above it in the district.He tried not to think about anything because of a full bladder and therefore did not attach any importance to this, only some vague thought noted that for a glare the beam was too insistent, changeable and as if purposeful. And only when the sun completely disappeared behind the new buildings, the glow finally really interested him.It was, of course, not the lack of sunlight or the fact that the glow interfered with work. At the construction site, there are more than enough such sources. The fact was that this contraption shone at a height of one hundred and thirty mete

- There is also a traffic cop ahead. - Irina said, looking out the window from her side.– What is he doing?“Just walks between cars.Where is he looking?- He ... Down ... He looks at the numbers!- So I thought! Boris stated.- What?They are looking for someone.- Who, dad? Terrorists?Boris shook his head.A vaguely recognizable tune played. Boris heard this sound so rarely that he was surprised at its unexpected loudness.- Yes. He heard his son's voice behind him.The parents looked at each other and turned around at the same time. They completely forgot that their children use their smartphone not only for games and tik-tok.The boy handed the smartphone to his father.- You.- Is that grandpa?The son shook his head.- Who?- I do not know.Boris took his son's smartphone. The wife watched her husband in fear. Watched his face change. How the warmth leaves, how the wrinkle on the bridge of the nose reappears. As he exhales, between the short, muffled "yes" and "so sure," the

How did they differ?- Well, firstly, they were all older, and secondly ... - Pustovalov thought, - unusual. So I remember a guy lived in the room with me, he was three years older than me. This guy knew how to hide in a room so that it was impossible to find him. Well, simple, even if the room is two by two and there is no furniture. Then I found out that he is always behind your back, and for some reason they called him “boar”. Everyone there had such strange animal nicknames.- Everyone has? And you too?- And I have.- And what was yours?- I don't remember. Something petty.- Maybe a weasel?“Ha ha, maybe,” Pustovalov laughed, “I don’t know, there was such a man in the blue uniform of an aviation lieutenant colonel. He told me that the stronger your abilities, the bigger the beast in your nickname. Apparently my abilities were the most miserable.- And what were you doing there?- Nothing special. We played something similar to orienteering, wandered through the forest and abando