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Pustovalov smiled, remembering that the old man was not stupid.- In your opinion, is it better to put up with being in a concentration camp?- Where did you see a concentration camp with dads and a couple of klutzes instead of guards?– This is what worries me.“I thought you were an observant guy. Gennady smiled. – This bewildered humility is not only from fear. They could have disarmed the guards and slapped that young "Koch" in no time.“Perhaps everything is arranged differently here…” Pustovalov suggested.- Yes, otherwise. But not in the way you think. These unfortunates think in the old ways. In order to run, you need to know where to run. They don't realize that the place they want to go to no longer exists. That is, it does not exist where they think. You said right. Here everything is arranged differently.– Where is that place?– I don't think that the question “where” is generally appropriate now.- Which one is appropriate?The old man shrugged his shoulders and sighed s
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Victor found it under a pile of newspapers - a rare device with a disk set, picked up the phone ...- Hello!The answer was only a crack - apparently interference on the line.- I'm listening! Viktor spoke louder.No answer.- You can not be heard!Oh, those ancient devices. Victor pressed the receiver into his ear.There was a chirp at the other end. At first, barely audible, then nasty growing and simultaneously changing intonations, as if someone really spoke in this way.Victor hung up in disgust."To hell with calls, and in general, it's time to take the bull by the horns!" he decided. After all, it was initiative that brought him here. He will start working without waiting for anyone.First of all, he approached the table, remembering Palych's words yesterday that the plans for the shelter were "somewhere on the desktop." But among the countless rubbish on the table, he found nothing. Only under the box with nails was a folded notebook sheet with a list of eight names and surnam
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- Who? Victor didn't understand.- Actually, it is forbidden to approach them ... Or rather, they are forbidden to approach us. They have some sort of punishment for it. Only with the approval of their superiors. They are called dads. - Malek laughed - Well, Grigor, who came up with this, with dude humor, of course. By the way, do you know how they are obliged to contact us? Mister chief. But I mean to us. As for you... Well, you didn't pass the tests. So why do you need them, you say?Well, just curious...The fry suddenly beamed, illuminated by a “guess”.- Oh, you cunning hare! Chicks! Interested in gratuitous chicks?! Here's a beetle! Climbed without soap and already grabs! Go ahead dads! - Malek grimaced and played the fool, almost not hiding hostility. Well, don't put your finger in your mouth.– What are you talking about anyway?- How! Mr. boss, let me do something nice for you? - Malek winked, imitating the tone of the "calf".The strained image of a vulgar man did not suit h
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Victor lowered the curtain and left the room at once into the cramped hallway. The front door was closed with a chain. He touched the dusty leatherette, looked through the peephole. Through the twilight, the doors and a piece of the wall covered with a marker were barely visible. Victor took off the chain, turned the latch of the lock and left the apartment. Going down the stairs, which were lit by dim bulbs, across the floor, he smelled urine and sweet decay - quite expected for such an entourage, but he had a feeling of unnaturalness of what was happening. This place was clearly not what it seemed to be.Nevertheless, when he stepped out into the yard, he felt a completely natural cold, with tingling in his nose and icy jets of air, but still something prevented him from fully feeling the street. Perhaps this dense, hopeless darkness overhead.A well-visible figure on the second floor flashed before my eyes.- Hey little one! Viktor screamed. – Do you hear?!Victor ran, drowning in
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- Very far. Someday your question will be there. But neither he nor you will be gone. Where did you get this form?- He gave me ... he. - Victor pointed to half of Palych drifting overhead.Are you from the tech department?- Yes.“I haven't seen you before.- I was recently hired.- Recently. - The man thought. So you're from the subway?- Yes.The man chuckled vaguely.- Where are you from?- I'm the eighth line, - said the man, - Shrike.– Ah. I haven't seen you before either.- I like to work alone and do not like bosses, although Palych is a normal guy. I work in remote areas. You... you better be careful here.– Where is it?“Here,” the man sniffed, nodding somewhere to the side, “it’s easy to get lost here.”Victor touched his temple.“It seems to me that… that… I'm already lost.The shrike frowned.- Did you take the tests?- Not. It is important?“Perhaps you are not ready to work here.- What am I supposed to do?Shrike shrugged.Try to adapt otherwise...– What else?“If yo
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The next morning Pustovalov was cheerful. He had slept well and was now lying on top of the made bed with his hands folded across his stomach. Gennady looked at him with senile interest, rubbing his skinny torso with a waffle towel.- You should not have ignored my advice.- What about water?The old man smiled sourly.- You weren't a circus acrobat by any chance in a past life?Pustovalov chuckled.- Why do you think so?- I had to deal with it. Excellent form combined with the same chilly recklessness. Then I realized that this is professional. The old man's dreamy eyes narrowed slyly. Or am I still missing something?“It’s called fear has big eyes,” Pustovalov answered, continuing to watch the bodies scurrying around from under half-closed eyelids.“Working downstairs is harder than it looks, even for people like you… Although, to be honest, I can’t imagine you at work.- Why?- I do not know. People like you don't work. But although I have despised lazy people all my life, in my o
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In a deliberately strict tone, which was part of the same game, Pustovalov was explained that he would be carrying cargo from a large warehouse to a smaller warehouse.The warehouse was interesting. Pustovalov, by the nature of his former occupations, had seen various warehouses. He saw the storage facilities of the port of Rotterdam and all sorts of logistics centers, but the food warehouse of Vault U-4 undoubtedly surpassed them all. Perhaps there was something wrong here too: the racks went to an immense height, and the square spread out in all directions, without showing any hint of borders. Probably, what was stored here could feed a country the size of Canada or Italy, but it’s not clear why they were fed such crap?Pustovalov lowered boxes of fish fillets from racks onto a trolley, raw smoked sausages with EU labels - Speck, Stajonata, Breazolla, cheeses, frozen vegetables from freezers, boxes of French ice cream, New Zealand butter, huge bulk apples, pineapples , pears, peache
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Sooner or later something had to change. Once gratings appeared on the floor, and stepping over the threshold of the door, Pustovalov saw six-tiered beds, as well as corpses and half-corpses of those who had fallen below. One of the fallen was Gennady. He stretched out his broken arm to Pustovalov, his parched lips on his gray face whispered, demanding that he do a good deed - to squeeze his skinny colonel's neck and extinguish the still resisting flame of life. The chocolate in his pocket turned into a mass. Pustovalov threw it on the floor and climbed up like a monkey, remembering his friend's advice - don't resist. He survived this storm, and in the morning, when the "giant puffer fish stomach" returned to normal, he was called by his dad.“Tough night,” he smiled in a friendly way, wiping his sweaty neck with a towel, and for some reason added, “today I will have to send two to the capsule.Pustovalov saw weakness and fatigue in the cop's eyes.“Here’s a note,” the cop drawled, “t