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The general - strong, stern and stately - as a colonel general should be, listened intently to the meow, which came alternately and exactly from different cat's throats. The falsetto of a young cat had just meowed, and now a large village cat was howling in a long way. Each meow was preceded by the click of a selector switch. After another such click, instead of meowing, there was a jerky bark. The colonel-general frowned and barked loudly into the microphone:- Swamp cat, fuck your mother!The barking was immediately replaced by the squeaking of a cat that spotted a sparrow outside the window.Boris looked at the bowed head of the general. His hair was thick and black, but with grey. His clean-shaven face looked focused. The black-eyed man in civilian clothes finally tore his eyes away from Boris, and leaning towards the general whispered something to him.“You didn’t go to work today,” said the Colonel General, raising a piercing look at Boris.Obviously, first of all, it was a ques

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This time Pustovalov had a peaceful dream. As he wanted, the darkness in the dream was dispelled, only water remained. He swam almost to the bottom of the reservoir. Past tall stems of umbrella-like plants, looking up at the air above. All around breathed serenity. He was out of danger, as if he were on the other side of the TV screen.But the blackness pulled him out again. Someone was arguing in the dark.- Stop whining! - Someone shouted at someone.Ten hours in a dungeon without light - anyone will go crazy.- I can't go!Pustovalov recognized the voice, remaining half asleep. But she no longer clung to his shoulder. And her voice did not sound here. Because of the acoustics of this strange place, it was hard to tell where, but not here.- There are no drafts here! There are no exits! Everything is sealed up!- We all will die?!- It's good to yell!We are going in circles!- Shut up!Where is our leader, thought Pustovalov, again falling into the bottomless pit of sleep. The voic

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As the black Audi made its way to the mansion on Potapovsky Lane, where Vindman learned he now had his own office, Colonel Makarov briefed him on the matter.Vindman yawned, feeling something like a “relaxation” after the stress he had experienced, while trying not to open his mouth too much, and half-heartedly listened to the boring daily routine of the introverted girl. He perked up only when Makarov handed him the keys to the official "Ford Mondeo" with the letters "EKX" on the license plate.- What about gasoline? Vindman asked, slipping the keys into his pocket.- Keep your receipts.They arrived at the mansion around the time that Boris planned to lie down after the barbecue and his father's tales on the old children's bed in order to fulfill an old dream of an afternoon nap. The mood was slightly lifted by a modern coffee machine, seen in the corridor and a general view of a spacious office in a half-empty building of the Central Administrative District, which included two wind

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“Even though you work weekends?”It's because of new orders. We usually don't work on weekends.Vindman glanced at the monitor screen.Are you the same age as her?- Seems to be yes.Do you socialize outside of work?The girl smiled, relaxing a little.No, no, she's not that kind of person.- What is not like that?- Doesn't really like to talk.“But you worked for her for six months. Three times longer than all her previous employees.- Yes? I did not know.“So she liked you, Elena?” Why?The visibly flattered girl smiled.“Maybe it's my patience.- Is this an important quality to work with Daria?“It is essential for any job.Vindman drew attention to the guy.- Do you work at a car dealership?– Yes, at the Kia Autostart, next to Belaya Dacha.– Really? - "Surprised" Vindman. I bought a Kia last fall.- We have? - The guy perked up.- On Kashirka. Do you drive a Kia too?- Of course. But second hand. We need money for a mortgage."So why didn't you give her a ride?"Both were in no

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- How is it going? Vindman asked as he put on his jacket. He just released Lena and Anton.Yakov sat down at the table with a cardboard cup of coffee.- I feel like an idiot.– Did you find anything interesting?- In addition to the growth of applications for the missing? Persecution by a three-meter man in Kuntsevo. A strange rumble on Pskovskaya street. A new fungus in the "Kuzminsky" collector.- Fungus? Seriously?- This is only a small part. Are you leaving?- Yes. You are doing well. Continue.Is working alone your style?Yakov stirred the coffee with a plastic spoon. Something about this guy didn't let him get angry. Probably his open face."So you're going to get in my way too, like that glamorous colonel?"Well, I could just sit.- And what do you generally do in your main job?Jacob tilted his head to the side.“Understood, fellows. Solid secrets. Boris turned to the door.- I help to solve various ... issues.- Are you an athlete?- Fourth place at the European SAMBO Champi

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Well, there was some kind of calendar or something ... I looked in, in general, it was a scheme of the subway. Such a strange one.- Why strange?- Stations are not all, but only two from the ring and all are signed in English.- What do you think that could mean?- I have no idea. Still in English. Strange scheme. There was also an arrow there.Boris perked up. He took out a pen, tore off the upper part of the tea box that was lying on the table, and put it in front of the worker.- Draw.- I don't remember...- About.The worker drew a circle.- Well, there was a ring, and here there are two stations. Here is another dotted circle - the worker drew the second ring line - I thought the second ring line - which is still under construction, but he had it wrong. And here is the arrow.- Here, at the station?- No, a little further afield.The arrow drawn by the worker looked like an entry arrow.- What station is nearby?- Well, in general, Serpukhovskaya is here.Boris nodded and took

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The bald man with piercing bulging eyes carefully examined the certificate and even more attentively - Boris's face, as if he worked as an ophthalmologist.- I'm from Colonel Makarov, - said Boris, driven by the beast, - to Fedotov.“They’ll come out to see you now,” the bald man said, and Boris began to wait impatiently, tapping his boot toe.The Beast did not like to wait, but for now he controlled it.Five minutes later, the bald man's partner in a black minibus called someone again, and finally, Boris was allowed to go to Fedotov on his own.- Wait on the first floor at the entrance, he will come.Boris was more than satisfied with this. Maybe it will be possible to enter before Fedotov comes to him?To his delight, that is exactly what happened. Boris went through the locked carousel door, nodded businesslike to the guard at the entrance, and also busily headed for the stairs, trying to portray a man who knows where he is going. The huge hall was dim, but the rooms on the right,

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At this time, behind Vindman there was a roar and at the same time a set of the most selective obscene curses. At the same time, the entire hall was literally drowned in bright light.From behind the fountain, an elephant-like man was approaching them, surrounded by submachine gunners in bulletproof vests and masks.Among the abundance of swearing that shook the walls, Boris clearly made out his last name in a somewhat distorted form.A long-standing fear of superiors got under his clothes and under his skin, and Vindman instinctively hunched over. The boss was approaching him, big, scary, and extremely dissatisfied with him, Vindman. What could be worse? What the hell is he even doing here? Why and most importantly - how, he managed to get here. And Boris, trembling even in front of the district authorities, only now realized with horror that he had climbed into the epicenter of the country's main cause. And he didn't come in from the best side. Yes, he framed another big boss. The c

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Thirty years ago, Colonel Makarov saved his twin sister from being raped. They were returning from their grandparents and near the Zimovniki station, while the thirteen-year-old Makarov decided to run into the store for seeds, his sister was grabbed by a worker at the Salsk sawmill and dragged into the nearest forest belt.And although Makarov’s “weapon” then turned out to be only a rusty cover from a refrigeration compressor, and the rapist and most likely the would-be murderer was twice as heavy as him, Colonel Makarov, at that moment just Yura, was relieved when he found them behind blood-red pork.He was to lose two front teeth, get a concussion, and a scar over his lip for life, but he counted on the worst. Then he had time to think that it was better to die than to blame himself for the rest of his life for what could happen. A little later that evening, his sister told him that she had never seen such a fearless person as he ...- Who's talking there? - Asked Boris and, jerking

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The coffee had not really cooled yet, and Boris managed to eat five sandwiches, silently listening to Yakov, who was talking about the interrogation of the policemen from the Falcon Mountain.- You were right. Nothing significant - a certain Alexander, whose last name they do not even know. They say he paid them for escort. He had some business that day. No specifics, but clearly something serious. He even left his car there. And a phone. Kudinov identified him - silence, clear instant messengers and e-mail, no photos, calls or social networks.- And the place?– Territory of Drilling Technologies. Official directors are fictitious. There is very indirect information that this company is somehow connected with the supply of prohibited equipment. There is someone influential there, it has not yet been possible to find out who exactly. Or…Yakov leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms over his chest, and fell silent. Boris watched as his powerful biceps tightened under the sweater.-

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