He brought it to his ear and heard the treasured four words.
- We left. BDSM in place.
The boss liked to drive him - Basmach, I suspect, at the dawn of his career he chose him. However, for the pathological love of the skin, BDSM stuck among the environment. Well, let's begin. See you, Yura, you rotten little soul!
A few seconds - dialing the desired number, and with the push of a send button, dizzy. Led as if from a liter of vodka, even a head on the steering wheel attached. With multi-colored ripples in front of my eyes came the understanding of something wrong. Shook his head, a little better. It was wrong that the street lamps, advertising signs, all this illumination, like the windows of nine and sixteen-story houses, went out. As in the classics - the city plunged into darkness. Nasharil mobile phone, pretty smiled when I saw the inscription - "Your message has been sent", now there was an active search for the network. Having lowered the glass, I, swinging, threw the already unnecessary phone into the darkness.And immediately stank of some utterly vile rubbish. I cut the lights and swore. Rays of light almost five to ten meters pierced a thick curtain of fog or some kind of smoke.
- Mother, your mother! - I cursed, taxiing from the curb onto the avenue. In my head, in a fraction of a second, a picture developed: here it's a stone's throw to the industrial zone. And what the hell did it go here? It seems that it was at the metallurgical plant that something exploded, and so, Tryndec came around. The stink, the sensation of sourness on the tongue spoke of the chemical origin of the fog. Blowout some freaking! Turned almost in place, almost crashing into Lada Vesta, why she squealed a signal, I settled down behind her. It is necessary to bring down closer to the city center or, in general, from it.In my head, I went over all the knowledge about technological accidents and related odors of chemicals. Although the fog did not grow thicker, I did not think to disappear, and did not allow to increase speed above thirty, and soon I was crawling ten keme per hour, not daring to overtake the rusty brainchild of the Western automobile industry - old Audi , judging by the contours, almost my same age. Did everything right.
Blinking flashing beacons and stunning with a piercing special signal, an ambulance rushed along the second row, almost ramming the Zhiguli-seven, which decided on double overtaking. Her driver at the last moment with a slip dived in front of Audi, from which it stuck to the side of the road and stopped, blinking an emergency light. Lihach, drowned on gas and soon disappeared completely in the fog. No, all right, I decided not to meddle in the second row, but to drag myself in the first. You yourself will not notice how someone flies into the butt of Gelik, and instead of a chemical drape, you have to figure it out.
Having noticed the patrol car on the sidelines in time, I blinked a turn signal and stopped a meter behind. Two traffic police officers stood in front of the hood of the official Niva-Chevrolet. One policeman said something to the radio, the second looked predatory on the road, however, this was limited to neither a radar in his hands, nor a striped stick. He looked at me indifferently. Psychology worked. I did not break the rules, the car is very expensive, my appearance corresponds to it, and the criminal element and violators will go around the tenth road.
- Greetings! - He smiled broadly and waved his hand, attracting attention.
“Why do you need a driver?” - the bumpy and mustachioed asked dissatisfiedly, the thick patrolman, no, there are heroes in Russia, there are! With such a belly, to pass certification, which not every thin person can handle ... He somehow spit evilly aside and threw his walkie-talkie into the front driver's seat of a patrol car.
“I wanted to know what was going on?” - I vaguely waved my hand around the surrounding space, - The light went out, the connection is not working, something happened? And most importantly, does chemistry give away fog?
“Everyone wants everything,” the policeman said through clenched teeth, spat again to the side, well, he was a purely camel, he was silent for a moment and added, “We, too.” Just do not report.
The second fat man, they were being cloned or something, he was looking at the road, he just straightened the belt of the machine, which was hanging down behind the trunk.
“So, with all due respect,” - with a gesture of a magician, he put a thousandth note into the guard’s wide palm, and smiled again at thirty-two.
Interest immediately appeared in the eyes of the fat man, he put his hand with money in his pocket and said quite amiably.
- We won’t say much - we don’t understand much. We checked the fog - it does not carry a threat. About an hour ago, electricity was cut off throughout the city. Of course, government buildings and other necessary supplies were powered by generators, somewhere the automation worked. But in general, while the darkness. By morning, they should understand the situation and deal with this problem, but for now, it is best for you to go home or to the hotel. You can find a bunch of adventures, - the policeman said in a few words, nodding to the Moscow numbers of my jeep.
- What time is it? Like just now? I asked, there was an incomprehensible moment in this, “About ten minutes ago?” Well, fifteen.
- An hour, even more. You, probably, like many people, have lost consciousness. Some were cut off right behind the wheel. Because of what accidents in the city before jo ... Many, very many. Especially on Victory Avenue. He is the fastest here.
“I see,” I even nodded, indicating that the information had reached me. “The second question, what kind of adventure?” And I want to stay at Everest Hall, can I get to it?
- It is difficult, but possible, although it is better to stop in another. About twenty minutes before this whistle, information went that there was some kind of explosion. What a day - a mess around! As for the adventures ... - intervened in the conversation, the second fat guy was silent before that. He rode in the cool wind, then again again straightened the belt of the machine, and continued - Many seemed to have torn off the circuit, just the electricity disappeared. Further, the entrance is blocked, we are behind this and are standing in a traffic jam until the twenty-third house, an accident is a horror at the intersection. I saw a lot of things, but this is the first time. Twenty cars participated, there are victims. A lot of.Now there the Ministry of Emergencies and ours are working. They tried to regulate here, only they nearly knocked me down twice. All in the mud - he jumped unsuccessfully, otherwise he would have moved. Nobody reacts, do not shoot at them ... - indeed, I just now considered that the policeman was stained, his knees were wet. I thought they scored for the service, but it's like that. “They spat, damn fog still, and many are rushing, afraid to be late for the funeral, or what?” Your funeral! Here we are waiting for orders. Another problem, there is no electricity, and with it the connection was lost. But this is not only about electricity.Yes, there are few honeycombs that are really designed according to all requirements in case of an emergency, but in the center of the city which ones were already powered, which were equipped without generators. And there are no calls and cellular communications either. Wired, but who does she have now? Plus, walkie-talkies, but also work through time. All around all the cracks all sorts of thugs started ...
It crashed from behind, and the head of a thick-faced man suddenly jerked back, and he himself began to tumble somehow awkwardly to the right. Thoughts had not yet managed to form an integral picture, and the body on driven reflexes began to act, simultaneously with the second shot. The fish jumped over the hood of the Chevrolet Niva patrol, which was caught on its feet, drove along the asphalt on its stomach. Ripped off his hands, but he was able to save his head. He rolled over the car, taking out the legal Yarygin from the shoulder holster [6]. He peered out carefully from behind the rear wheel. And how did you find yourself here?Under the bottom, the whole review was blocked by the corpse of a mustachioed fat man, he was lying, turning to face me, in place of his eye there was only a black hole. More in this lighting could not be discerned. At that moment, something hot hurtfully poked me just below the back of my head, and a calm voi
ce came out with a hoarse voice:
“Don’t twitch, Walter.” And slowly, slowly put the gun on the ground ... Well, come on quicker, ”the stranger stimulated the activity, noticeably increasing the pressure on the weapon.
I opened my hand. Yarygin tinkled on the asphalt. That was the end ...
Prepared for the worst, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, then reopened. But I could not believe that everything, the end, would die now, well, not a bit was believed.
- Now you can turn around and sit down without unnecessary movements. And don't get up! Don't be afraid, you won't have time to freeze eggs, - the killer commanded. The light from the sidelights of my car didn't dazzle much, but it didn't allow the killer to be properly examined. He only noted that the man is of medium height and strong physique and is packed as if for war. At first the outfit was striking: knee pads, elbow pieces, RPSka all in pouches, behind the shoulders there was a massive barrel of some kind of weapon. Some kind of sophisticated sniper?
A man squatted next to me. Now it became clear. About forty five. The face is simple, the nose is potato, the eyes are small, dark, a little bulging. A white line of a scar, starting from the eyebrows and lost under a camouflage bandana, stood out on the swarthy swarthy face. Saggy mustache, like a Cossack. The lips are slightly swollen, the teeth are even, dazzling white, which he grimaced in the American manner. I also noted the headset of the radio - apparently not one.
The stranger looked at me carefully and smiled. He smiled openly, you could even say friendly, kind uncle, a simple collective farmer, if you forget the fact that the two representatives of the law are now cooling down two meters. And in the man's hands was a PY, one to one, like the one that was lying next to the wheel of a patrol car. That is mine.
“You're not a piss, tramp.” I would like to fill up - I would fill up. Verhstein?
I nodded. That's just the fact that he was not going to leave me alive - it was obvious how twice - two, like the fact that Wednesday would be Thursday. Was it scary? Sure! But I didn't have to be in such alterations, albeit quite a while ago, but because of this I did not lose my ability to think. On the other hand, for those who did not see bullet holes on the wounded and corpses, how a small piece of lead tears apart the flesh, holes one of the strongest bones of a person - the frontal, the gun in the hands of the other does not cause shock and trepidation. For example, the same kitchen knife in the hands of a bandit looks much worse.Because genetic memory works, and it's easy to imagine what will happen if this piece of iron is poked into you.
Type, in front of my eyes he killed two policemen, and witnesses are not left in such cases. What does he want? Elementary! Money Nearly a million are now in the car. Evergreens. But he doesn't know about it yet, how he will figure it out ... So I've already got a few bullets into the sternum from the police shortening or PMA. Why such a complicated ruling? The picture is simple and clear: the usual Moscow scumbag, fucking dough - our cars are not like expensive cars, apparently he was driving, he was hindered by honest police officers for violating the rules of the road. Maaaskvich undertook to swing the law, and then opened fire on defeat. Motivation? Why not a trivial bribe?So we almost defeated grassroots corruption, so that it was impossible to solve the problem . The heroes, posthumously, catching their heads on the pool, accidentally managed to hit the bandit in the place where he died from penetrating wounds and general loss of blood. Ballistic examination by all the rules? Yeah, yeah ... It's not for nothing that Yarygin's mustachioed type took matters. Scha from mine still fired to the side a couple of times, he'll collect his shells, he will leave mine. The experts will look at the caliber - it converges, everything is in place, here are the shells, here are the bullets, and the extra fuss or zeal ... Well, well. Her in civilized places can be as rare as we meet.
“I do not like cops,” the peasant nodded towards the corpses. “They are arrogant, impudent xivs and epaulets, and so, scum is worse than your gangster-businessman riffraff. With you, at least everything is clear - people are crap, and shit is expected from you. But these ... They have to defend, for this they are paid a salary and other buns from our pocket in the form of taxes, and they cut it here, they cover it, here they close their eyes ... It's an abomination , not people. And a person, as Gorky said, should sound proudly, - I was silent, different thoughts flickering frantically in my head, boiling down to one, how to get out of this situation?So far, only a gun came to my mind, lying just a few meters away, after the killer casually kicked him aside, but until I have time, he was stuffing. And suddenly the bandit is not alone.
- Yes, do not squint yourself, do not squint! - He grinned again, - I won't kill you, and I don't need your money either! Do you believe I don't see to the end ... How many are there? Two hundred greens in a hut that on the street Metallurgists house sixty six, apartment thirty two? Ah, how could I forget? "He put the gun barrel to his forehead in a picturesque manner, leaning on it, sort of like a Rodin thinker." Another lemon in the Everest Hall Hotel, the number, if memory serves, the first, suite, case code - three -three-zero-two-seven-seven. Shit, not a password, honestly, Walter. I would also have come up with one, two, three, four, five, six, or quarters, as many morons put in the mail.I see a dumb question on the face - how do I know this? I'll tell you, show and give it a try. Now I realized that if I had your pieces of paper, would I have put it into consumption long ago? Here they do not go to sorting paper, the format is inappropriate.
What then, his mother, does he need?! The crisp and clear picture that developed before that broke up to the sides like a house of cards under the stream of air from a powerful fan. So it's the idea that those cards are runaway, peddling, in different directions. Knows a bitch, nickname! But his daughter of the people knows, from the school desk ... We played the game, added the first two letters of first names, patronymics and last names. So, this is not an argument, but the rest ... Addresses and passwords are precisely named, only there is no more money in the hotel, they are in my car. In the glove compartment. And judging by the information from the dead patrol about the explosion in the hotel, the bookmark worked.And it worked as it should. Apparently, only I over the threshold, those accompanying me to the safe, slipped in, opened the case. There is F-1 without a moderator and a pack of magazines.
“You have cigarettes,” he didn't ask, but said in the affirmative a scumbag, “So get the poison.” From him we are definitely not destined to die, but there is enough time until Sabantuy. Kislyak will subside in about ten minutes, and then we will continue the conversation. Komprone mua? Yes, and throw thoughts of all garbage out of your head. See Hocus Pocus.
I didn't even notice a hand movement, but there was no gun in it. He said with a vile grin
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