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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
UNDERGROUND 60
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.-
UNDERGROUND 61
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
UNDERGROUND 62
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
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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
UNDERGROUND 64
Looking towards the gate.The persistence of the caller left less and less chance for a harmless option. Even if it's just a neighbor, Nikandrov has nothing to lose, except for the missing scrambled eggs and sausages and a broken picket fence, and if there's something else, then... There are no options. Nikandrov closed the front door with two locks, quickly went up to the picket fence, with a confident kick knocked him down on the Savelyevs' plot. The crunch of cracked wood must have been heard, but it didn't bother him now - if he did everything quickly, no one would have time to intercept him, even if they figured out what was happening. In confirmation of his thoughts, shots on goal were added to the bell - apparently, someone was kicking at the door.Nikandrov knew that they would not see anything from outside. The door was secure, the gate high, as were the fences to the right and left. Only the Saveliev plot, with whom they were friends with families,Nikandrov got into the car,
UNDERGROUND 65
Did those who conducted the investigation die?- Exactly, - said Nikandrov, - I will also note that Sisiji likes to finance science very much. and overseas. Through offshore chains, the money went to special funds in France and Germany, the fattest of which financed Jax.- What?– Japan Aerospace Exploration Agency. The same German is a shareholder of another large company - the old British conglomerate KBE. He also pumps up Jaxa and funds several CERN projects. In general, they love science, but rather strangely - the aerospace industry, not exploration, although the latter should be more important for their business.Did they have any cover in the FSB?- Not just a roof, they have a huge number of moles, and at the highest level. Belov warned that there was a constant drain, but ours did not care and you can understand them."So what happened that night?"Nikandrov was silent for a couple of seconds.- The source received information about the meeting of key managers and shareholder
UNDERGROUND 66
Three meters from the wall stretched a row of heavy tetrahedral columns, closing along the edges of elongated vaults. The ceilings were high, acoustically, and there wasn't enough light from the lighter's flame to see them.Does anyone feel the wind?The flame of the lighter flared up a couple of meters away, burned steadily, reacting only to Kharitonov's breathing.- Not.- Shit!Despair again slowly took possession of everyone, until Victor guessed to retreat to the columns.- Here.– What?- Hold out your hand.Kharitonov struck a lighter and raised his hand above his head. Victor walked along the columns to the left, then to the right, and after a few steps he ran.– Now here!Kharitonov followed.- Well?- Look!Directly above Kharitonov was a black rectangular opening that looked like a window.- Fuck off!Through three-meter intervals, the same window silhouettes were guessed, but they were all laid.Pustovalov approached them.“It’s at least four meters here.- Shall we look f