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The clothes turned into an ice suit. The dry and cold air was unaccustomed to intoxication, the body shook with a large shiver, but the hands gripped the rifle tightly, while large unblinking eyes scanned the dark corners and the numerous transitional bridges overhead.Convinced that there was no threat, Pustovalov trotted like a wolf along the wall, hiding behind earthen hills, swept from the side of the faults by yellowish snow. He carefully looked out of the end opening and saw a cleared area surrounded by abandoned buildings, which for the most part were bare boxes of external walls with a pile of collapsed stairs and ceilings inside. On the opposite side, by the dangling strands of the cable bridge, a snowplow tractor gleamed like a brand new cab, behind which rose a freshly painted hangar with a large padlock on the gate. In everything else, there was total desertion and desolation. Neither sharp eyesight, nor the same sharp hearing, nor Pustovalov's inner wolf instinct caught d
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He stopped in the middle of the highway and looked at the sky for about a minute, trying to find at least some connection between everything he saw, but the more he went deep into the mental search for answers, the more new questions arose. Pustovalov knew that this would not lead to anything good and moved on.At the factory, he climbed to the second floor of the former foundry, from where he looked around the surroundings from the balcony for several minutes, but quickly realized that this was a waste of time.The lock and eyelets on the hangar gates turned out to be the most common ones - another confirmation that serious guests were not expected here. With the help of a hammer and a chisel, he quickly got rid of them, pulled the gate leaf towards himself and froze in amazement at the riches he saw.The first thing that caught my eye was two rows of all-terrain vehicles of various colors, sizes and brands. There were tall wheeled all-terrain vehicles, caterpillar ones that looked l
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Pustovalov began to retreat, noticing that the wall, slightly refracting, was moving under water, revealing for a moment a greater depth, but realized that it was too fast. He only managed to cover his face with his hand, and removing his hand, he saw that the wall had already passed through him and, turning pale almost to the point of invisibility, went out of the lobby into the street. It seemed that she had disappeared, but she went on - he saw how the sides of the horse under the stone St. George the Victorious flashed with a bluish light, and then the upper corner of the Leningradsky railway station.He ran out after him and looked at the sky, guessing that all this had something to do with the black spot. In the sky, in the opposite direction from the arc, two barely noticeable points were moving towards the wall, which at first seemed to be an optical illusion. Pustovalov watched them until they disappeared behind the roof of the vestibule.This is where the manifestation of si
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- He is here! - A woman's voice squealed right into Pustovalov's ear, which made him flinch and instinctively intercepted the rifle, and the floor crackled under him.- Ma-a-am! Well, don't! - There was a plaintive childish voice from the piano.Pustovalov recognized the notes of fear. He shook his head, but there was no one in the room.- I'm talking here! Here he is! - Hysterically repeated a female voice and gave Pustovalov even louder right in the face: - Here! Floats right here!“Le-e-ena,” drawled a male voice, apparently from the next room, “don’t scare the child.”The male voice tried to sound calm and slightly ironic, but Pustovalov heard weariness in it.- Mom, who is swimming? - There was another voice. This time behind Pustovalov.Also a child, but older. Teenager. Girl.The woman again squealed in Pustovalov's face, which made him wince.- Mom! The children cried out in unison.- Here he is! Looking straight at me!- Mum...- Not! Through me! On ... On ... Alena quickly g
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His legs were stiff, he couldn't feel them, but his face was wet with sweat. Behind the glass is darkness, no lights, only two bluish dots in the sky.Pustovalov sighed, realizing that he had seen a nightmare - the worst nightmare of his life. He only now realized that it was only the realism of the fear that made the nightmare so real, and that fear was still pounding in his chest, making him tremble.Out of habit, Pustovalov froze and listened. Yet something was not right. The hand slowly reached for the rifle. The second is for the doorknob. Opening the door silently, he saw huge footprints in the snow right under it. A chain of strange square footprints stretched in both directions along the all-terrain vehicle. Pustovalov noticed that the footprints were crawling on top of each other, had a multidirectional drag, and “stomped” in front of the door, which meant only one thing - someone had walked more than once in both directions or possibly around the all-terrain vehicle and look
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- Distortion. Or, if you like, curvature.“But why have we never experienced something like this before?”- Oh-oh-oh, - the old man laughed and reached for a Belgian chocolate bar, - this human dependence on the constants of the past!- You seem to be enjoying yourself.“For people like me, looking beyond the boundaries of human experience is a real feast. For the sake of this, we are ready to die even young, no matter how pathetic it may sound, but I am already a very old man. Imagine, to see live what has been hidden from you for sixty years in uncountable tensors, and occasionally flashed behind the monstrous meanings of formulas.- And it's irreversible?The old man looked at Pustovalov with strange thoughtfulness.- Here I learned a lot, in particular, to accept what surprises me and seems impossible, but still some things are given to me with particular difficulty.- What kind?- For example, your appearance here.Pustovalov chuckled.“You know, I have to thank you. I took the a
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A shapeless shadow separated from the darkness, and began to approach, gradually acquiring the outlines of a human figure. The figure was large, broad-shouldered, with long arms and a spherically perfect head, on which two parallel horns protruded.The one she was approaching knew that the “horns” were the folded-out eyepieces of a night vision device, he himself had the same ones. The figure stopped in front of him, raised a hand clenched into a fist and made several circular motions in front of its own chest.The observer knew what this gesture meant, although in practice he saw it for the first time: “I feel danger, but the source is unclear.”Without waiting for an explanation, he covered his face with his hands - the right lower part of the face, the left eyes and forehead. Then he put his left hand in the direction of the concrete fence and vigorously moved it back and forth.The sign language is very stingy, but the first understood what the second wanted to say: “I don’t under
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Coming up to him, Maurice found a crumpled fireman's heat-reflecting suit and smiled. We must pay tribute, although Maurice was not upset at all. He could have guessed right away that the trick with heat guns only made sense if you were already inside. It didn't matter now. Maurice knew that infrared sensors would not be a problem for him, like everything else that they had already prepared. He knew that the one they were waiting for would go very far, perhaps even manage to reach the very end. Of course, to the end, to which he is allowed to reach. That's why Maurice was here. And Maurice was rather upset if the one they were waiting for deceived his expectations.After walking a few more meters, Maurice saw a shining helmet with a visor-mirror in the bushes, and his smile grew wider. No, as long as he did not deceive his expectations.***Having reached the northern section of the bypass route, Kruchina quieted down and took a step. Moving along the trodden path, he soon came to two