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From the panoramic window, Victor can see the San Francisco Bay, but the waters no longer impress him. He still can't get used to the Golden Gate, but the views are much duller in his research center. Somewhere out there, beyond the countryside, he discovered Sunnyvale Pond. This place reminded him of the Moscow region at all. However, this is rather a minus, Victor is too young to be nostalgic for his homeland.Out of habit, everything comes surprisingly easily to him. A psychologist friend said that there was nothing extraordinary in his phenomenon, he just pulled out a lucky lottery ticket called "beautiful parents." Victor won an international competition, and while still a student, he got a job at the Ames Research Center, and on Sunday he met the daughter of emigrants from Lithuania who work in Los Angeles. Dimon without exaggeration would put "ten". Victor never gave grades to girls. Dimon knows that Victor was born with a golden spoon in his mouth and tries to reach for him. Vi
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PrologueJune 1991 30 years before...Supporting his cheeks with his fists, Sasha watched a tiny bird jumping along a thick branch outside the window. The habits of the bird resembled a sparrow, but shone in the sun like a real parrot, shimmering with outlandish ash-rusty plumage. Inflating her red breast, she shook her fiery tail, turning it into a tiny flame.“Go-ri-tail-ka,” Sasha said quietly, not even realizing that he had guessed her name exactly.The bird seemed to have heard him, looked at him sideways, like a bird, and, lifting its white-fronted head, gave out a familiar, alarming overflow into the evening heat.So that's who woke him up in the morning.Feeling the cold of the radiator with his bare knees, Sasha sat on the bedside table, pushed up to the windowsill, like a hidden hunter, but the object of his interest was by no means a bird. He waited for the footsteps in the hallway to die down. Unfortunately for him, the footsteps died away right behind him.– What are you!
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Chapter 230 years later...First passenger. 4,273 meters northeastIn the dim light of the lantern, the first November snowflakes were spinning, disappearing into the white muslin that covered the deserted road - in this industrial area, lost among the railway lines and old factory buildings, serenity reigned, which was not disturbed even by the roar from the Highway of Enthusiasts. Yet this serenity was deceptive. The harmony was broken by one false note, against which even Mr. Reeves was powerless, whose hypnotic voice poured into the cabin from the twelve speakers of the BMW X5.Pustovalov woke up from the dope of distant memories and looked towards the copse, in which Colonel Basurov disappeared five minutes ago and once again thought that he had probably bet on the wrong horse.It wasn't just the colonel, though he didn't give cause for concern at first. In the end, for a man who has not passed the temptation of money, Basurov rose quite well by his standards: he managed to sell
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Chapter 3Although the difference between them was only ten years, Pustovalov called the colonel "you" and this had an extremely practical meaning. Pustovalov generally avoided other meanings when it came to work. In negotiations with Yasin, he did not want to attract too much attention, and the role of Basurov's assistant suited him perfectly.The colonel smiled sourly.- Do you want a take? I almost fell into a hole there.- What hatch?- In the woods. Maybe an abandoned bomb shelter? - Basurov jerked the zipper on his jacket and twisted his face, as if his stomach hurt badly. - And yet, on the other side of the car is a cop.Pustovalov said nothing, but Basurov obviously expected a different reaction.- What do you say?Pustovalov shook his head.“I didn’t look too hard, though. Maybe DPS?- Not.Basurov looked at Pustovalov and screwed up his eyes.- Oh, Sanya. Get on the right path, you would have made a good military man. Did you even serve?Instead of answering, Pustovalov, lik
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Chapter 4Pustovalov looked over their heads, at the checkpoint door, then his gaze shifted to the dark window. Once more, looking around the top of the gate, he bit his lip and stared at the Mercedes parked against the concrete wall.The strange arrangement of cars, the shadow behind the container and the behavior of the Yasinsk sixes began to take shape.They entered the compact, uncomfortable hall. The only guard pointed in the direction of the elevator and ordered to go to the fourth floor.- Wow. Basurov said quietly while they were waiting for the elevator.Pustovalov said nothing, quickly looking around the surrounding space and thinking about what to do next.He knew that there was one person at the checkpoint. Another one was behind the container. The other two sat in the back seat of the Mercedes. The front seats were empty, and the rear seats are not visible due to the tinting.The hall was as cold as a swimming pool. The walls are painted purple. On the floor - dirty beate
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Chapter 5At that moment, a soft creak and footsteps were heard behind. Basurov pressed himself into an armchair. Pustovalov crossed his arms. A giant with the face of a professor came out from behind and handed Yasin a white smartphone.Yasin showed them the display of the smartphone. On the screen of the smartphone, the connection time was indicated in large numbers: 02:41 ... 02:42 ... 02:43 ...- Yasin, we agreed that at twelve-thirty your people would get in touch. - Said Pustovalov. If they're already there, then...Yasin looked at him.- ... let them go straight.“Go straight ahead,” Yasin immediately repeated into his smartphone.Pustovalov imagined the place where Yasin's people were now - a huge deserted parking lot, covered with an untouched layer of snow. Rows of lonely lanterns, under whose light cones whirlwinds of snow rush.- After three hundred meters turn, drive on. He heard his own voice.- After three hundred meters, turn, drive through. – Echo repeated Yasin.- Be
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Chapter 6Pustovalov knew that as soon as he took the first steps, a guard would appear in the doorway of the checkpoint, who was now hiding there. In his hands he will have a baseball bat or something like that. He will play as a distraction while one of the bearded men comes up from behind and stuns him. They won't come out now that he's standing in front of the door. They will wait for him to step back a couple of steps to have more space. Also, they most likely won't mess with a firearm while it's under their control. Stunned, and then simply strangled and thrown into a container. This is their simple plan. Pustovalov understood him as soon as they arrived here.Without taking his hands out of his jacket pocket, Pustovalov pressed the button on the electronic key. The doors of the BMW X5 silently unlocked.Pustovalov estimated how many seconds he would have after he took a couple of steps.And came to the conclusion that less than one. Because as soon as the bearded men see him ru
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Chapter 7“And here is our client,” drawled the Mason, seeing Pustovalov.The bricklayer winked slyly at Pustovalov, and Lieutenant Ryakhin gently took him by the shoulder.Meanwhile, the second policeman pushed Pustovalov to the checkpoint doors.- Let's go. - He said in a businesslike tone.Pustovalov gladly "surrendered" into the hands of the police.The bricklayer, meanwhile, took a quick look around the yard, and looked at the hammer in the hands of the guard.“And what’s going on here with you?” Some kind of repair?Bearded men approached them.- We're all right. Look, maybe you can talk to our boss. One of the bearded men pointed to Pustovalov. - This person…“Don't worry, citizen. The Bricklayer stopped him with a gesture. - This person has already been detained and is not threatening you ... And where do you say your boss is?- There, - the bearded man extended his hand, - wait, I will call him.Pustovalov climbed the steps of the checkpoint. Now he was between lieutenants Ry
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From the panoramic window, Victor can see the San Francisco Bay, but the waters no longer impress him. He still can't get used to the Golden Gate, but the views are much duller in his research center. Somewhere out there, beyond the countryside, he discovered Sunnyvale Pond. This place reminded him of the Moscow region at all. However, this is rather a minus, Victor is too young to be nostalgic for his homeland.Out of habit, everything comes surprisingly easily to him. A psychologist friend said that there was nothing extraordinary in his phenomenon, he just pulled out a lucky lottery ticket called "beautiful parents." Victor won an international competition, and while still a student, he got a job at the Ames Research Center, and on Sunday he met the daughter of emigrants from Lithuania who work in Los Angeles. Dimon without exaggeration would put "ten". Victor never gave grades to girls. Dimon knows that Victor was born with a golden spoon in his mouth and tries to reach for him. Vi
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An old photograph, hitting the slimy walls, slowly spinning like an autumn leaf, slowly falls into a deep well. The well is so deep and bottomless that the round hole at the top has long turned into a bright dot, and is about to completely disappear. And the photo keeps falling and falling. It depicts three boys, three of them are twenty-nine years old. One of them, dark-haired, with curly hair, stands in the middle, hugging his friends. It is slightly lower and seems to hang slightly on their shoulders. All three are smiling. The photo is old, you can see it not only in the crumpled corners, scratches and faded palette, but also in stretched sweaters and old-fashioned shirts with rolled up sleeves.The photo keeps spinning and spinning, and in one of the turns, the image on it changes. Now there are only two boys. They also hug each other and look into the camera with smiles, but the black-haired man standing between them is no longer there. It's like it never happened. Maybe it's a
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The old man, Makarov, rushed after him, and only after them did the special forces pour out.Still running up, Boris saw a square hole in the center of the site - not at all like what he saw on the day of his last visit to the plant. Perfectly smooth, carved into cubes that were stacked near the tractor. Next to them lay a completely black device, which he saw in the photographs sent by the Special Metals Research Institute.Boris was the first to run up to the edge of the hole.Below, he saw what he had seen before - the shaft of the mine, only at the bottom of the bowl there was now a well. There was absolute bedlam going on: corpses, blood, weapons, overturned chairs, pieces of collapsed stairs and galleries. He did not immediately notice living people, but when he saw a figure crawling away from the wall, he immediately recognized it, although he had never seen it alive.- Daria! he shouted. - Daria Afanasyeva!The girl raised her head.Makarov, running up, heard Vindman's scream,
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Before saying goodbye to life, Dasha managed to become a witness to strange events that replaced each other with kaleidoscopic speed. First, something flew from above right in the center and with a disgusting thud plopped behind the makeshift spectator box. Dasha could not see anything in such a short time, but for some reason she was sure that this was a human body. More terrible than the blow itself were the frightened cries.And here is how a deaf-mute worker jumped from the upper gallery, and with inhuman speed slipped somewhere into the darkness, she saw very well.Just then, a strange movement began. On the right, something overturned with a crash, and someone very frightened shouted something in an incomprehensible language. Apparently it was a command, because right there from the depths of the hall there was a coordinated stomp of feet.Dasha saw four of the six burner paws, above her, the other two were located on either side of her head. From above, the bright light of hang
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Only one person directly looked at her - a stern, gloomy old man from the gallery on the second floor. She had seen him before, I think in the ninth block - an ordinary mute worker with the right of free movement. He seemed to her out of his mind, but in his current “hawkish” look there was some kind of repulsive meaningfulness, without a hint not only of compassion, but even of curbed hatred. He looked at her just like a log, dissatisfied with the fact that the log was too thin and would not give the required warmth. There was no life in that look, only cold. This is how a dead man who managed to challenge life itself would look.However, all this, even the dumb old man, she saw fragmentarily, as in a painful dream, and then completely disappeared, only the darkness above her head remained - real or in her imagination. She stopped hearing conversations, footsteps, and the creak of the wheels of the gurney; only dull pops were heard in her head, reminiscent of explosions of a gas-air
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- Stole?Boris nodded, pointing to the picture.- On the day of the visit to Novikov, Colonel Basurov, a well-connected former member of the procurement commission of the Ministry of Defense, was with Pustovalov. Most likely, he played the role of an intermediary. He went missing that day. Since Pustovalov himself is a ghost and it is impossible to track his movements, we tracked Basurov's movements before he disappeared in the warehouse. And through him they came across a certain Dementiev. We interrogated him. Dementiev is a professional safecracker, it was he who helped Pustovalov steal the installation. He also said that there were two installations. That is, one working sample, and a spare case without filling - in fact, a dummy. But it looks like the real one. He confirmed that Pustovalov was going to sell the unit to Yasin after learning that he was behind her order on the black market. In addition to Basurov, another person went missing that day, previously in contact with Pus
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The car ran into a minibus lying on its side, Boris opened the door, leaned half out of the passenger compartment, exposing his haggard face to the frosty wind. There was a false peace here. Distant screams and shots were drowned out by unobtrusive music, but this tiny lane adjoining Frunzenskaya Embankment bore little resemblance to the island of former life. Rather, the coldness of the future blew from him - the very one that none of them would ever find. Desolation oozed from the planed poplars gathering darkness, from the mangled cars sprinkled with snow, forever left after yesterday's accident, from under the architraves of the shifted "stalinok", from the black windows of the buildings deprived of power supply.Boris looked at the piece of paper with the address and saw how it was distorted by a five-centimeter wall, carved from a dark space ice floe. With a crackling, cascading arc, the wall passed through Windman and, outlining the front facade of a two-story Chinese restauran
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He appeared on the bridge in a couple of minutes. Maurice, who was sitting under the window of a high tower, calmly rose and aimed his rifle at him:- One, two, three, and well, freeze! - He said cheerfully.Pustovalov obeyed and, without raising his head, said:“Using your man as bait?” Clever.“You used yours to get out too, didn’t you?”Pustovalov raised his head. Maurice saw through the eyepieces of the night vision device that Pustovalov was without night vision devices and knew that he only saw the outline of a dark silhouette in the window.- Komsomolskaya, - Maurice nodded with a smile, - now I understand why Daniker began to be so lucky before his death.- You're confusing me with someone else. I happened to be there.“Just a subway passenger?”- Exactly.Maurice burst out laughing and at that moment Pustovalov disappeared. He quickly figured out that he just jumped through a hole in the bridge.Still laughing, Maurice jumped lightly onto the bridge and called out:"You're br
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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
