We ran through the dispensing window to the dishwasher, and from there to the kitchen boilers. Behind them, bursts of machine guns clapped, boilers rumbled around, crockery screeched. The sniper, shot through his back, fell in the washing room, broken plates fell on him, a pipe was broken above him and water was gushing. We broke into the hot shop. The machine gunner lay down in the water drain that ran along the huge digesters, and drummed bursts in the direction of the sink, forcing everyone there to lie on the floor. “You bitch, Joy,” I said angrily to my comrade, who did not warn about some of his game that ruined us. The cop looked carefully, hiding behind the refrigerator, out the window, if there were any options. It flew in from the window. Someone, not worrying, threw a grenade launcher into our window, making a “hot shop”. A cumulative grenade is a strong flash, terrible heat, and everything is drowning in darkness. I was thrown to the side hit his head on something. Out of

I put on a long black cloak, ironed black trousers and varnished black shoes, turned down the collar of the cloak so that a snow-white shirt could be seen, cut my hair short, shaved neatly, made a stern, meaningful face ... - and went to fuck.The girls in my person gave almost personally to Him, the great programmer who created everything around. I saw his reflection in their eyes as they finished. I understood that, having given me a little bit of a hint, they now hope for secret patronage, promotion, wealth, or at least the forgiveness of sins. After all, if she sucked the security guard, then she is a real patriot.I was not upset, because by that time, whoever I was fucking with, I imagined the One that refused to be with me. Probably, the girls saw her reflection in my eyes, but they were not offended either. The world is already created out of melancholy, boredom and a little bit of grief. The only language we speak is pain. So why dig into those rare moments of joy and pleasur

The dispatcher took control of my ship, I, sitting in a chair, watched the airlock close in front, and knew that the airlock in the back was now opening. The hook took off from the prow of my ship and went into the wall. Behind my stern, open space, the difference in pressure pulled the machine along the monorail away from the docking chamber. Here I am already outside and I see on the screen how the petals of the airlock door curled up in front of my nose.The beam controller dragged me slowly and carefully, like a toy with two fingers, away from the station. The forward view camera displayed on the screen two huge balls of shiny metal gradually receding. The moment was lively, I saw how someone else's side was docking on the 3rd deck, and how two more luminous points of ships were sailing towards the station.Finally, the 45th is already so far away that it itself seems like a small butterfly sparkling in the dark. The rangefinder showed 30 km away from the 45th. Blyumknulo in dynam

Ratmir left the building of the headquarters of the ground forces of the Horde - in full dress uniform, ironed dark green, with gold shoulder straps, in a white shirt, with the Star of the Hero on his chest. Everyone who came forward saluted him, all the more or less familiar shook hands and congratulated him. Ratmir was proud and pleased with himself. And he felt like that was exactly what he was supposed to experience. But for some reason strange shame and doubts were mixed in. He was surrounded by fame and respect, but something inside was awkward, not right. This is unclear.When he was recovering in a field hospital after being wounded, he was unexpectedly transferred to the capital, Chernosteppe, for further treatment. In the main hospital they were not really interested in him, the doctors considered him already healthy, but various colonels began to call him to the headquarters and talk. As a result, he was told that he would receive a Star and an appointment as a battalion co

The turmoil and permanent squabble lasted for three weeks - everyone around ran and cursed, endlessly printed out some piles of papers and rushed along the corridors with them. The Dream Galaxy convention brought together hundreds and hundreds of different people within the walls of the building where the institution was located. They all, damn them, needed something. They climbed everywhere and asked something. Even the girls from the reception, contrary to all the rules, were sometimes hired for all kinds of work.Finally, it turned out that during the days of the congress the institution would be closed, and the girls would sit all the time of the forum in the assembly hall. At first they sat at the entrance - at the registration of delegates. They marked everyone in the lists, issued a badge. Then they were seated next to the presidium at a long table - to monitor the operation of the recording equipment and give the suffering bottles of water, tablets, charge their batteries. “We