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She pressed it again, minus two this time. Another rejection sound. The runners were getting closer. It doesn't matter where they run - to the elevator or just past, one way or another they will find it and it will all be over.In desperation, Dasha began to press all the buttons in a row, hearing a nasty sound. You can already play it like a musical instrument. And then she drew attention to the touch screen above the buttons, on which the red inscription “Only red card!” Was burning. Excited, Dasha began to apply the card wherever she hit, until finally something squeaked and the red inscription disappeared. Since the nerves were on edge, Dasha made a mistake and pressed the "0" button.The elevator immediately soared up, and Dasha remembered in horror about "Exit 0". And that minus the first level was the hall and the last section of Block 9. Where was the elevator taking her now? However, she quickly found out. The elevator doors opened and she saw a familiar hallway, only from ab
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Pustovalov heard her sonorous voice, but did not immediately make out a short figure among the impeccable female bodies, which were especially impressive with the ideal ratio of the width of the hips and the narrowness of the waist - as if a brilliant breeder had deliberately bred a special breed of women with increased fertility.And yet it was dangerous to ignore his boss in such a sophisticated way - Pustovalov tore his eyes away from the appetizing buttocks of one of the dancers and found Irina in the crowd. He knew that the conversation had been brewing for a long time. Today ended the fourth training day, in which everyone participated - and these stunning girls of the same height and the same height guys in jaguar costumes. To ensure that no contacts other than workers between them arose, frigid guards of a special “breed” strictly monitored: whitish two-meter androgynes armed with metal rods that looked like lightsabers. Guys in jaguar costumes were especially afraid of them.
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Victor continued to apologize.“Good,” Pustovalov put his hand on his shoulder, “better tell me, what kind of place is this?”“I stumbled across it by accident. It's just the closest to you.- Well done, - still amazed by the space, Pustovalov sat down on a two-meter "step" and dangled his legs, suddenly realizing that this was indeed a step and into the "apse" and it was better not to jump off it.Victor came up, sat down next to him, and began rummaging through his bag in a businesslike manner.“Listen, I’m sorry again, but I better not linger.He took out the folded sheets and handed them to Pustovalov.- Here. I drew this plan myself. I marked the meeting place with a cross, not far from here. Continue down the corridor and to the left. Antidote, damn it! - Victor caught himself and handed him a bottle. - I almost forgot. I'm sorry again, it works one hundred percent, but you have another drink just in case and don't eat anymore. I don't know how, I hope this helps.Viktor handed
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Pustovalov went to him and soon saw a fat man urinating at the wall. Hiding behind a galvanized pipe, he waited for the fat man to finish and followed him. Despite his drunkenness, the fat man was clearly in a hurry. Staggering, he almost ran through the corridors, reminiscent of a labyrinth, each time turning confidently.Finally, they came to a landing with a spiral staircase, very dimly lit. The staircase, like in an old Stalinist house, went down in square turns around a non-existent elevator channel. On each floor, one antediluvian light bulb burned, under which numbers were drawn in red paint. On the topmost platform, on the wall, the number 728 was displayed. On the floor below, respectively, 727. Pustovalov looked down, the fat man's hand slid along the railing, but what was below - surprised him - the abyss of floors seemed endless.The floors themselves were of no interest, and rather resembled some kind of unfinished building. Each of them had a doorway, behind which an unc
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The day after training, Pustovalov repeated his maneuver, dressed in a jaguar costume. At seven in the evening he stood in a large empty hall in front of a door with peeling paint, with a sign. There were two words on the plate, the first word was "Operational", and the second was painted over with a marker.Victor was gone again, and Pustovalov thought that if their meeting here had taken place yesterday, he would have been dead already. Just in case, he pulled the door and it opened. A flashlight flickered in the darkness.- Come in. Victor's voice was heard.Pustovalov entered and closed the door behind him.What the hell, Victor!- I came early, I decided not to waste time. - Viktor groaned somewhere in the distance. - And what are you, now you do not care.Pustovalov, looking closely, saw endless rows of long tables filled with antediluvian tube monitors.In the light of the lantern, the thin figure of Victor scurried about.Pustovalov walked into the light, noting the impressive
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What is "and"?- And you're here.- Where is "here?! Viktor was surprised.- In the fifth block.- Well, this is the sixth block.- Yeah, - Malek smiled and Victor realized that he did not believe him for a penny. - Well well.Malek gazed at Victor intently, and his smile grew wider and wider. She literally destroyed Victor.- Well well! he repeated. - Well, nah..y!Three burly guards came around the corner. The widest of them, without stopping, threw:- Get out of here, the mole is here.- Comrade Major! Malek shouted without taking his eyes off Victor. - The mole is here!- What? The big man called back. At that moment, a radio crackled on his shoulder.“Comrade Major, here he is.The major stopped, answered something on the radio and asked again:- What you said?“Here’s a mole,” Malek nodded at Victor.Further, to Victor's surprise, the major walked up to Malko with a quick step, easily grabbed him by the collar of his jacket with both hands and slammed him into the wall.“You fuc
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Pustovalov carried Dasha to the wall by the elevator and returned to search the Frenchman. On the floor next to a pool of blood, he saw a red card with keys.“I knew these weren’t dreams…” A faint voice came from behind.Pustovalov turned around. The ice-cold eyes looked at him in disbelief.“Dasha, you better not talk now.Pustovalov picked up the map, took the Frenchman's submachine gun, and searched his side pockets. One contained a pack of Juicy Fruit gum, the other contained a white laminated card. If not for the word "Perimeter", he would have left it in place.Voices were heard outside the door and on the stairs. Dasha and Pustovalov looked at each other.- To the elevator! They both said.Dasha's card worked. Pustovalov randomly pressed the button "44" and before the elevator doors closed, they heard the cry of the first one who broke in.Dasha shuddered.- They saw us. she whispered.Pustovalov, meanwhile, was doing a strange thing - he pressed different buttons on the panel,
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Pustovalov knocked on it. The sound is muffled, metallic.“If this is a door, then it’s not for people,” Pustovalov concluded, and at that moment the sections instantly parted, revealing an abyss of darkness in front of them.- What did you do?- I just touched it.Dasha was the first to decide to explore the new space, but Pustovalov grabbed her sharply, as soon as her foot lifted over the darkness.- Stop! He shouted a little louder than his calm nature required.Dasha looked at him.- There is no gender.The girl stepped back in fear. Then she sat down and held out her hand.- You're right. She stood up, plunging her hand deeper and deeper, holding on to the edge of the wall. - Some strange feeling.Pustovalov also stuck out his hand.- Yes, it looks like the wind or something ...“It's not the wind,” she said, “the absence of gravity.- How is this possible?“That's the only thing that's possible in this place.Pustovalov looked at her and saw that a shadow of horror had fallen on