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In recent days and especially hours, the unhealthy tension around Katya has grown like a snowball. The main source of tension came from Mirzakarim Viktorovich, who was preparing to storm the last peak of the “new world” hierarchy and, for obvious reasons, was drawing Katya into this.He constantly spoke about the “new world” - allegorically, with the help of metaphors and allusions, as if talking about abstract topics, but, nevertheless, it became clear that the “new world” would not be limited to staying in the U-4 shelter. And even more so it will not unfold on the fragments of the former world. They are waiting for completely different conditions, a completely different social structure, and new orders, for some reason based on the old principles of slavery. Such a new "special way". But it is impossible otherwise, said Mirzakarim Viktorovich, the conditions in which we find ourselves are sensitive to human weaknesses like a virus, and we simply cannot afford to coddle with vices,
UNDERGROUND 177
Katya's heart was beating wildly. Intoxicating excitement surged through her, she threw off her clothes, began to quickly put on the disgusting doll dress, listening to what was happening in the living room.The poisonous speeches of Mirzakarim Viktorovich mixed with the bearish growl of Kharitonov. Bears can be cunning, thought Katya, hastily pulling on her dress and answering her own question - yes, yes, her father told her stories about such bears in her childhood. To get a barrel of honey, they know how to be cunning and know how to pour honey into their ears.Kharitonov had already shipped all the boxes and was clearly playing for time before Mirzakarim Viktorovich, continuing the unspoken ritual of worship. Mirzakarim Viktorovich loved such rituals and was in no hurry to expel Kharitonov, but for too long he did not return to the yellow lane, where his subordinates were waiting. All joked, humiliated, weighed out compliments, covered with sweat.Only when Katya appeared in a new
UNDERGROUND 178
Suddenly, very close by, Victor heard:- Yes, pi..dets there, a complete set! Keys, duplicates, radio!- What to report? - There was a second voice.- Yes, it's time to take a bitch. Tell Palych not to let go anywhere yet.Victor panicked, circling in the dark, clenching and unclenching his fists. I wanted to cry in despair. It seemed to him that everything was too complicated, that he was trapped and that now all that was left was to throw himself at the feet of some unknown boss and beg him for mercy, realizing in the depths of his soul that all this was useless. I remembered yesterday's meeting with Pustovalov, how confident and calm he was. How cleverly he would get out of here.But in the ears stood "It's time to take a bitch" and the squeal of a chainsaw, tearing out a heartbreaking scream along with bloodied flesh.Victor put his ear to the door and stood for such a long time, listening. He waited for absolute silence, but somewhere a quiet monotonous unfamiliar sound was heard
UNDERGROUND 179
For four days the dog had not bothered Boris, although once in a dream, he still heard a hoarse and annoyingly ringing bark, but he did not see the dog itself. He returned home and told his wife that the business trip was over, after which he went to the shower, but did not reach the bathroom - he sat down on the sofa and passed out for twenty hours. I woke up in absolute cosmic silence, which happens only early in the morning, had breakfast, watching the adventures of a plasticine man on TV in the kitchen.Then he got up, looked out the window and realized that his former life was over: he would never see the general again, nor Makarov, nor Yakov, and the saddest thing - he would not see Dasha Afanasyev either. He only hoped that the dog would not torment him about this.The next day, the old boss, Lieutenant Colonel Kolmogorov, called and said that on Wednesday he should come to work. The business trip was really over, the captain's rank was returned to him.Boris went with his fami
UNDERGROUND 180
“The main problem is that everyone underestimates her,” Uncle Yegor said, buttering a piece of baguette, “even when you directly tell them that disguise increases the likelihood of surviving in battle by sixty percent, they still don’t take it seriously. It flies past the ears.Uncle Yegor scooped up a spoonful of red caviar and bent over the table, looking at Boris.The one who understands its true meaning wins. He continued even more quietly. - In twenty-five years, I have met only two cadets who realized that it was impossible to disguise an armored personnel carrier in three minutes. Only these two got their fair fives. No, of course, I gave fives to those who did not deserve them, otherwise I would have been sent to the reserve ahead of time. But only these two. Only these two deserved it. I even remember their names.– What did they do? One of the boys asked.Uncle Yegor smiled phlegmatically.- And to this, son, you must come yourself, otherwise ... Do you want to be a good mil
UNDERGROUND 181
Boris went to a two-story old house, on which hung a sign with a dog. On the narrow porch at the door stood two large guards in suits.- Me there. Boris said.- Do you have an invitation?- Which?The guard silently pointed to a small poster by the door. Boris read:"Sunday. The end of the world with the blue dog! Only for the chosen ones. The bar is closed to visitors.- They are waiting for me! - Boris got angry and moved to the guard. He pushed him away, so that Boris almost fell off the porch onto the sidewalk.- I'm from the police. - Boris said, regretting that he could no longer name a more influential department. However, he remembered that he also did not have an investigative committee certificate with him.The door of the bar opened, and a strong, muscular Caucasian man stepped out. A t-shirt draped over ribbed pecs and under an unbuttoned leather jacket bore slanted letters: UFC.Boris felt the heavy scent of men's eau de toilette and some spices.- What's going on here? -
UNDERGROUND 182
In the cosmically vast corridor, the two figures seemed so tiny that I wanted to reach out, grab them and put them in my pocket. Sharp eyesight allowed them to look after them for a long time, until they were swallowed up by an alarming haze. He gave them everything he could - weapons, knowledge, his own experience and something else that they did not know about - like that couple thirty years ago. And still it was very little. But alas, their time had come, and there was nothing he could do about it. Perhaps he would have come up with something more reliable if he knew that the pendulum of fortune had begun to swing in the opposite direction, but he was only a man.At the moment when Pustovalov was saying goodbye to Dasha and Viktor, seventy-three floors above in a spacious room, the former investigator of the military prosecutor's office of the Baltic garrison, Krutilov, who was acting deputy head of the security service for operational work in U-4, got up from his chair. He went up
UNDERGROUND 183
Having launched the most important organizational mechanism, Krutilov approached Igor Nikolaevich, who, seeing the first results, was about to leave the premises.– Igor Nikolayevich, I don’t see Savitsky here.He reports directly to management.“I know, but he usually attends security meetings…”- AND?“If Maurice comes back today…Igor Nikolaevich shook his head.- Such information is not subject to dissemination."Even with what's going on?"Igor Nikolaevich was very tall and in his student years he was a member of the junior basketball team of the city of Bologna. Therefore, he had to lean towards Krutilov so that only he could hear the answer.- Listen, Krutilov, I have already said: this situation is not capable of harming the system. This means that the rules regarding key issues must be strictly observed.“But I can act on my own assumptions?”“Nothing inside is capable of harming the system. I think my answer is clear to you. To complete the task, do whatever you think is nec