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“I think it’s ventilation,” he said.Do you hear voices? Pustovalov asked.- Yes, there is someone yelling ...As they got closer, the screams got louder. They were women's cries. Victor saw a square diffused light ahead. About three meters from it, a branch went to the left, but it was tightly walled up with a double grate.- Crap!- From there! Viktor whispered.Men's laughter was clearly audible, and an unexpected woman's cry made Victor flinch.- It's her! Viktor got excited.- Who?- Well, Katya, who was with us! Looks like something is going on there. Not good.Pustovalov understood everything, but he did not want to waste his energy on another attempt to re-educate Victor. He decided that, as a last resort, he would go on alone.- Let's go back, - said Pustovalov, seeing that Victor intends to crawl towards the square source of light, - there is a dead end here!An astonished face turned to Pustovalov:“But this is not a dead end!”- Get your ass over here!A heart-rending fema
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After the incident with the lineman, Pustovalov abandoned his last illusions and, obeying his innate instinct, was now preparing only for the worst. From now on, it was necessary to act differently, and first of all, it was necessary to find out what these unfortunate people had learned during their misadventures. However, looking around the room, strewn with bloody fragments, Pustovalov realized that everyone here, from Romik who suddenly “woke up” to Kharitonov, was in a state of shock. But the problem was not only that. Pustovalov was worried that in the last half hour he had killed three people in front of witnesses, and although the rest took part in the murder of the fourth - whoever they were - this circumstance could not pass by the attention of the competent authorities. However, none of the witnesses knew anything about Pustovalov himself, except for his name. There were no cameras in the tunnels,Victor was sitting against the wall, not noticing that the ribbed barrel of th
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Pustovalov's world, unlike other worlds, never changed colors depending on mood, "black swans" and chemical reactions in the body. Pustovalov's world has always remained gray. Someone, without delving into the essence, would call it a nightmare, but Pustovalov, by virtue of his natural ability to immerse himself in pathological calm, did not know what a black stripe was. For real, he was never in a complete ass, although 99.99% of the inhabitants of the Earth would not agree with him, having received at least a tenth of the problems that he had to solve. But 99.99% will not understand what bradycardia is, in conditions when someone is poking a Kalashnikov assault rifle at you. Although, if you think about it, the one who pokes wants something else from you besides your death, otherwise he would have pulled the trigger a long time ago. And for people like Pustovalov, this is already a thousand new opportunities, unless, of course, But as it turned out, congenital bradycardia can someti
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“More like an abandoned bomb shelter.- There's a passage further.A narrow corridor led twenty meters. On both sides there were small rooms of the same type with different devices: diesel generators, pumps, control cabinets, fuel and oil tanks. All of them were in a non-working condition and rather neglected in appearance.At the end, the corridor closed in a semicircular stone hall, in the center, surrounded by a bend, there was an inclined concrete ledge under a metal hermetic door. The door had no handles, and, apparently, closed from the inside.- And here is the exit, - Victor said, lighting up the suddenly expanded space, - yes, there is a fitness center right here!Old, mostly broken-down machines lined the curved walls. Two steppers, one broken rower. Several benches for the press with pieces of foam sticking out from under the torn upholstery. In the corner were rusty barbell plates and a pair of ancient boxing gloves for his left hand. Everything was covered with a thick la
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Dasha watched as the athlete's veined hands deftly deal with bolts and locks. When all the crossbars fell into the grooves, the athlete passed the bracket of a weighty lock through the eye, closed it with a long key and turned around.Dasha prepared for the worst, but the athlete only smiled good-naturedly.- How do I them, huh?The little eyes shone with joy. Dasha decided that there was nothing to fear, but the athlete's partner puzzled her again.- Inga, you're great!Restraining herself so as not to show surprise, Dasha looked at Inga, but her eyes did not deceive - she was standing in front of a one hundred percent man: broad-shouldered, short-haired, with a square, tanned face. Dasha decided that she had simply misheard.The athlete, meanwhile, stopped looking at the girl.Did they harm you?The lively face changed, showing concern, but Dasha did not believe him for a second.- Rather, they received it themselves. - Katya answered gloomily.The athlete laughed cheerfully.- Well
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Katya was still washing her hair when Dasha had already finished taking a shower and sat down on the sofa near the shower room.The athlete's slender friend - her name was Alina, said that she would come for them in half an hour. There were still fifteen minutes left.Dasha sat with a towel wrapped around her head and thought about the men who had remained behind the iron door. Wonder what they're up to. They probably came up with a new plan and left. There is someone to come up with plans. Dasha has always been a restless nature. There were several things that worried her now. Firstly, she didn’t like this lesbian drugged up on steroids, secondly, she didn’t like her sickly smiling friend who treated her like a patient in a psychiatric hospital, thirdly, she didn’t like that they sort of got out of the subway, but sort of no. Actually, nothing has changed - it's cleaner here, but she is also forced to do what she doesn't want, she has no idea what's going on upstairs, and still doesn
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“We are closed from the outside,” Alina explained.- Did someone shut you down? Katya was worried.- Our employee. This is part of a procedure that we do every three months. Course of mental and physical self-purification. Exactly for three days, he requires a complete lack of communication with the outside world.- And if something happens - how to call an ambulance, for example?Alina shook her head.- It is much more likely to get the need for an ambulance up there, - the athlete explained, - and then, there is everything for first aid here.What if your employees forget about you? And they won't open? Katya did not calm down.The athlete shook the keys, and Dasha noticed that there were two long keys on the impressive bunch. Two, not one.“There is an emergency exit, as you know. True, not everyone wants to use it, but it is. Well, princess, have you changed your mind? Breakfast or subway tunnels?The athlete accompanied his question with such an infectious and good-natured smile
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- Does it help? Pustovalov asked. Twenty minutes ago he had adjusted the hinge of the Roman Chair and was now lying on an almost level bench with a bag of money tucked under his head. The legs, however, did not fit. Putting his hands on his stomach, Pustovalov calmly watched Kharitonov, who was clearly suffering from physical pain.Kharitonov was just waving another bottle, but Pustovalov's question distracted him. He looked at him, got up and moved threateningly towards the "Roman chair", but Victor blocked his way, suddenly jumping out of the dark opening with a piece of thin pipe in his hand.“You can be heard from the very tunnel,” he said, wearily sitting down on a bench.- Everything is fine? Pustovalov asked without even looking at Kharitonov.Victor shook his head.- There's a whole bunch of them.- Are they leaving?- I'm afraid it's bad - they come from two directions.So they are looking for.– What did you expect? Romik smiled wickedly.Kharitonov looked from under his bro