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– Is it possible? Jamming special communications?– How would you know?Pustovalov looked at Dasha and nodded. The girl took out "Fairy Tale-2".- Where did you get that? Daniker was surprised.- From my father.- Colonel General Afanasiev. Pustovalov explained.Daniker whistled.What are you doing here, daughter?- I was returning from work on the subway, and here it is.- So. Hold on to me, got it?! If something happens, don't you dare say who your father is, okay?– What will happen?- Something.- This phone does not work. Isn't that "something"?- It's all right upstairs.“It’s okay if the whole subway is captured!” Where is the army, assault and all that. Why is it only you?“Listen, I don’t know, daughter,” Daniker said with warmth in his voice, “but believe me, we heard the city, we heard the streets. Communication breaks through the jammers to the nearest subscriber. I personally heard the noise of trams, signaling and Sobyanin's crushers. Lays the tiles again. The guy I was
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- Why were they shooting? Daniker asked, also slowing down.- For anticipation. It's dark there.So he wasn't there at all? No trace?- Only shells.Now Pustovalov realized his mistake. But he should have understood everything even when he heard the first cry. A person thinking at such a speed will not wait while sitting on the balcony.Victor, noticing that Pustovalov was standing, also stopped before reaching the turn. But the first commando has already passed him.- Stop! Pustovalov called out to him, but it was too late. He didn't hear the shot, because it was a silent rifle. But I heard a scream and the movement of a shadow on the wall. Pustovalov knew that the commando was already dead. How logical and simple it is - having guessed their plan, move to the tunnel leading to the depot.Daniker and Boris rushed there and immediately ducked down and retreated. Pustovalov heard the sound of bullets striking through metal pipes.- Ambush. Daniker shouted angrily.- It's him.- What do
UNDERGROUND 90
From a distance of twenty meters, not everyone can see a human face well, but Yakov had excellent eyesight and clearly saw the unblinking ice-ice eyes fixed on him. Despite the twilight, which partially absorbed General Afanasiev - he was sitting at a table filled with antediluvian turntables literally on the border of light and darkness, Yakov saw a well-shaven chin and shoulder straps with new huge stars.Judging by the everyday expression of Yakov's face, it could be assumed that questions about why there was such a large distance between him and the general and why such large rooms in the control building did not bother him. And the point obviously was not that Yakov was not among the subordinates, who even mentally avoided sticking their nose into other than their own affairs. The thing was that he did not guess and did not make assumptions about new measures to protect top officials from viral infections. He was just one of the few who knew a lot more than you might think.Yakov
UNDERGROUND 91
The general raised his face to the ceiling and howled like a wolf.This time Yakov didn't notice the handset in his hand. He looked at Makarov, who was standing in the semi-darkness against the wall, under the picture of pigs besieging an ancient fortress - his face was frozen and impenetrable, like that of a wax figure or a turned off humanoid android. When Yakov looked at the general again, his gaze met ice-cold eyes.– What happened next?“Major Vindman said that he could find a passage, but for this he needs to search the corpse of a terrorist. The man had a tattoo of the Russian letters "PIM" on his wrist. There was nothing special with him, only a weapon, a folding knife and a smartphone. No documents or keys.Did the conflict happen because of him?- Yes sir. The conflict occurred when Major Vindman photographed the corpse on the phone of the murdered.- Why?“Apparently, he wanted to keep the image of the terrorist, so that later he could collect information about him. The fac
UNDERGROUND 92
Sitting in the body at the side, Pustovalov phlegmatically looked at the station with massive pylons passing by. Ever since the motor-cart got out onto the Arbatsko-Pokrovskaya line, the electric light had not left them even in the tunnel, but here on the Baumanskaya line it crumbled and multiplied into millions of reflections on the polished rocks. Toli from this extravaganza, or from the dust, one constantly wanted to close his eyes, but Pustovalov only squinted like a cat, each time choosing a new detail so as not to turn off at the most inopportune moment.From time to time he caught the questioning looks of Viktor, Dasha and even Kharitonov, but he had no answers to their questions. There were only two guards, and they stood with their backs to them at the forward side. Right in front of Pustovalov's face loomed a "zig-sauer" in the bandit style, tucked into his belt. If you grab it while pushing the giant into the lumbar region, you can easily knock out both at once, but there w
UNDERGROUND 93
- What! - Kharitonov jumped up, began to rummage in the box. – Where is the second bank?!And immediately guessing, he looked back at Pustovalov with a smile. He sat behind everyone, and also ate from a small jar.- Of course! How did I not guess. Well, everything is clear with him, - Kharitonov turned to Dasha, - and you? Is it lordly flair?Why have you never eaten crabs? Katya was surprised.Imagine never.- Well, you and ... simpleton. You woke up early.Dasha handed the jar to Kharitonov.- No, no, all the best to our prince and princess.– I just took the smallest jar because I don’t really want to eat.– No, first you opened a can of sprat and rejected it.“I have heartburn from tomato paste!” - Dasha began to get angry and, throwing the jar on the table, snorted contemptuously. - Get fried!“Now I recognize you,” Kharitonov laughed and grabbed the jar, “thank you, princess!”Katya also put the jar on the table.- I'm sick.- Everyone is tired.Everyone looked at Victor. He's b
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- Enough? - She heard her calm voice, as if from the side.When Dasha came out of the shower, she was trembling with excitement, and was ready for the challenges of the new reality, but the world was in no hurry to turn into a battle royale. Anyway, for now.Victor lay on the bed with his knees bent. Pustovalov also lay with his legs crossed and his hands under his head, and between them he sat on Kharitonov's bedside table, enthusiastically telling how he bought a monkey from a sailor in Novorossiysk, with the intention of reselling it in Moscow.Victor smiled, and Pustovalov laughed like a boy, screwing up his huge eyes with large irises, from which they turned into a pair of shining morions. He laughed non-stop as Kharitonov told how the red-tailed monkey threw forks at him, and then climbed into the bathroom, closed from the inside, turned on the water, squeezed out shampoos and toothpaste, tore the curtains and turned everything upside down, and then just escaped through the audi
UNDERGROUND 95
– Have you seen anyone?- In what sense?- Someone.Well, I've seen people. Passengers, taxi drivers...The young people looked at each other.“Did you really see them?”Or did you think you saw it?Why do you guys ask? Can I just go in?“Dasha, this is very bad,” the guy said sadly, and the fair-haired one immediately repeated:- Yes this is bad. This city is not so easy to get into.- What are you talking about, you ... - The smile froze on Dasha's face.Behind them, a dark-haired woman appeared. She recognized her immediately. If she saw these guys only as children, then she already saw this woman as an adult. Her features were not so sharp, she had grown old, but... Dasha recognized her. And the woman recognized Dasha. And Dasha was surprised to find out how these guys looked like her. The boys went to the mother, and the daughter to the father. There was neither sadness nor joy in the woman's cheeky, rough face, but only all-consuming horror. She immediately screamed.- What are