Well, there was some kind of calendar or something ... I looked in, in general, it was a scheme of the subway. Such a strange one.- Why strange?- Stations are not all, but only two from the ring and all are signed in English.- What do you think that could mean?- I have no idea. Still in English. Strange scheme. There was also an arrow there.Boris perked up. He took out a pen, tore off the upper part of the tea box that was lying on the table, and put it in front of the worker.- Draw.- I don't remember...- About.The worker drew a circle.- Well, there was a ring, and here there are two stations. Here is another dotted circle - the worker drew the second ring line - I thought the second ring line - which is still under construction, but he had it wrong. And here is the arrow.- Here, at the station?- No, a little further afield.The arrow drawn by the worker looked like an entry arrow.- What station is nearby?- Well, in general, Serpukhovskaya is here.Boris nodded and took
The bald man with piercing bulging eyes carefully examined the certificate and even more attentively - Boris's face, as if he worked as an ophthalmologist.- I'm from Colonel Makarov, - said Boris, driven by the beast, - to Fedotov.“They’ll come out to see you now,” the bald man said, and Boris began to wait impatiently, tapping his boot toe.The Beast did not like to wait, but for now he controlled it.Five minutes later, the bald man's partner in a black minibus called someone again, and finally, Boris was allowed to go to Fedotov on his own.- Wait on the first floor at the entrance, he will come.Boris was more than satisfied with this. Maybe it will be possible to enter before Fedotov comes to him?To his delight, that is exactly what happened. Boris went through the locked carousel door, nodded businesslike to the guard at the entrance, and also busily headed for the stairs, trying to portray a man who knows where he is going. The huge hall was dim, but the rooms on the right,
At this time, behind Vindman there was a roar and at the same time a set of the most selective obscene curses. At the same time, the entire hall was literally drowned in bright light.From behind the fountain, an elephant-like man was approaching them, surrounded by submachine gunners in bulletproof vests and masks.Among the abundance of swearing that shook the walls, Boris clearly made out his last name in a somewhat distorted form.A long-standing fear of superiors got under his clothes and under his skin, and Vindman instinctively hunched over. The boss was approaching him, big, scary, and extremely dissatisfied with him, Vindman. What could be worse? What the hell is he even doing here? Why and most importantly - how, he managed to get here. And Boris, trembling even in front of the district authorities, only now realized with horror that he had climbed into the epicenter of the country's main cause. And he didn't come in from the best side. Yes, he framed another big boss. The c
Thirty years ago, Colonel Makarov saved his twin sister from being raped. They were returning from their grandparents and near the Zimovniki station, while the thirteen-year-old Makarov decided to run into the store for seeds, his sister was grabbed by a worker at the Salsk sawmill and dragged into the nearest forest belt.And although Makarov’s “weapon” then turned out to be only a rusty cover from a refrigeration compressor, and the rapist and most likely the would-be murderer was twice as heavy as him, Colonel Makarov, at that moment just Yura, was relieved when he found them behind blood-red pork.He was to lose two front teeth, get a concussion, and a scar over his lip for life, but he counted on the worst. Then he had time to think that it was better to die than to blame himself for the rest of his life for what could happen. A little later that evening, his sister told him that she had never seen such a fearless person as he ...- Who's talking there? - Asked Boris and, jerking
The coffee had not really cooled yet, and Boris managed to eat five sandwiches, silently listening to Yakov, who was talking about the interrogation of the policemen from the Falcon Mountain.- You were right. Nothing significant - a certain Alexander, whose last name they do not even know. They say he paid them for escort. He had some business that day. No specifics, but clearly something serious. He even left his car there. And a phone. Kudinov identified him - silence, clear instant messengers and e-mail, no photos, calls or social networks.- And the place?– Territory of Drilling Technologies. Official directors are fictitious. There is very indirect information that this company is somehow connected with the supply of prohibited equipment. There is someone influential there, it has not yet been possible to find out who exactly. Or…Yakov leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms over his chest, and fell silent. Boris watched as his powerful biceps tightened under the sweater.-
The metal band dug into his shin, and Victor hissed in pain. Bullshit! He was sometimes struck by the exclusivity with which all problems diligently bypassed others in order to get to him alone. Right now, two people were walking ahead of him, and none of them hit this ribbon with their foot. Dasha and Pustovalov, who walked behind, also did not touch her, as if they had some additional senses working in the dark. Although it is clear with Pustovalov - this one, probably, by the sounds and without swearing, calculated in his mind the location of the fucking tape.And now Oleg, this digger who has fallen out of nowhere, decided to pester him.- Listen, Vityan, how do you meet girls? - His mocking voice sounded in the silence.How the hell does he meet girls? It is known as - Vkontakte and Tinder, however, this did not lead to real meetings, but still he had a little experience of "live" acquaintance. Unsuccessful. But on the other hand, it's dark here, and no one will notice his embarr
Pustovalov noticed that Roman's voice had changed.- Do you hear? The acoustics have changed.- Yeah, - Victor lifted his head, - there are about eight meters to the ceiling, no less. And above us ... a dome, captain?“At least, there is no column here,” Pustovalov said, continuing to move like an old man along the sandy floor, “although there should be.- Hey hey hey! Roman shouted, his voice echoing in all directions.- Yes, it's not sickly in breadth!“I just don't like the wind blowing from above.- Vityan, you are a skeptic.Pustovalov, despite active passes with his left hand, suddenly bumped his shoulder against something hard.And here is the column. Careful!- And what if the hole is at the top and we are stupidly in the zindan? - Romik voiced the thought that worried everyone.- Shut up already! Katya got angry.“Katyukha,” Roman immediately switched over to her, “tell me, did you have a good sex?”"What are you talking about, idiot?"“Well, here you and Ivan had sex three t
This is Dasha. There were sounds of muffled blows. Dasha managed to grab her bare hand, and Katya escaped screaming, but now these hands were squeezing Dasha's throat.- Oleg, let go...A dirty, stinking hand covered her mouth. "Sssssssssss" hissed in his left ear. Like a predator, he dragged her into the darkness.- Shut up everyone! Dasha vote!This is Pustovalov. She was struck by how far away he was. They were already twenty meters apart."You're fine too," the voice whispered with heavy breathing.Dasha tried to bite Oleg's hand. A strangled cry escaped.Kharitonov heard him and changed the route. Prior to that, he took a lot to the right. Someone ran past him.- Stay at the wall, your mother! Oleg, let her go!Oleg was silent, dragging Dasha away. Dasha could no longer scream. It was like a stupor. The kidnapper's hands looked like stone. One move and he'll break her ribs. He just dragged her away into the darkness, from which she would not get out.Now he whispered without fear