Last bow president. kill the governor in russia

LAST BOW PRESIDENT.

Novel.

All events and the names of the characters are fictional, the matching is possible only by chance, and the author is not responsible.




Do not think that I came -
to destroy the Law or the Prophets.
I came not to destroy, but to fulfill!

Bible. Matthew. Chap. 5:17.



 Still life - a good thing, no matter how it is striped. Black bands that capricious and obstinate zebra still much thinner than whites. Life is good, just that sometimes we do not notice. And to see this, when you had enough, you may not have to suffer, drop everything and go on nature. There, you will find that life - beautiful. Well, if you go away to the mountains, this understanding will come very soon. Among the few empty and clean air, majestic peaks, dazzling white snow and the universal joy of emptiness and enjoyment of life is guaranteed!
 But the main thing at this point - do not talk to people, because the communication with them can ruin your enjoyment. People in general can bring nothing but trouble. People are nasty creatures, they just do nothing but harm - nature, animals and ourselves!

- Excuse me, have you seen a guy here in the red suit?
- No.
- A girl in white? She has a red sports hats and goggles "Okulov?".
- No!
- Strange ...
- Man, I'm sorry, we did not see anyone that's strange?
- Strange, you're here alone, no one around at all, virgin lands. I saw them out of town for this slope!
- There was no one there!
- What have you got? Tent and a tiny elevator?
- Yes!
- That's great! Ever wanted to have that, but I can not afford - not the profits! Skiing - generally an expensive sport. Yes they buy shoes - you look - on the grub will not stay!
- Do you have everything?
- What do you mean it?
- Have any questions?
- Do not you strongly that talkative and friendly! Where are you from? Of Beloyarsk?
- What difference?
- No, no, just, unless the Beloyarsk, then maybe we have friends in common with you there! We have become friends, you would let me a couple of times on your mini-lift to get up!
- No, we can not be friends in common! We are not Beloyarsk!
- Sorry! Yes, according to the saying goes - you're from Moscow is likely akaete much. Survived! Here in our corner of the tourists coming to Moscow to go skiing! A couple of years ago, there was nobody, just go argali mountain! Sayan mountains all wild, but that's gotten to civilization and here!
- What, you can not come here? This is not private mountain!
- No, just wondering what it is you do not go to Elbrus - you there from Moscow closer!
- Man! What do you have stuck to us? Our rest! Do not violate our privacy - roll!
- Hmm, you are rude. Do you know why you, Muscovites do not like? You are too arrogant think you masters of the country! All, they say, the rest - cattle. Here you and do not love! Nothing good is you do not bring, you are still only ten million, one hundred and forty and us, and we live in different dimensions!
- All told? Ride out!
- Anyway, it's strange.
- What do you strangely, your mother?
- What you did not see my friends.
- Listen! Get away from here!
- Fuck yourself! These mountains are common! By the way, nothing you lift your parse out there beyond the hill, tomorrow a real, large open bow, even our governor should fly! So this is your crap you do not need it!
- Thanks for the info! Now, I ask you - leave!
- I told you that way? Disassemble, assemble - I see.
- No, it is you we are not going to disassemble anything!
Skier pulled the eye glasses and adjusting them strongly pushed sticks. Ski slid on the white surface of the snow. Making a sharp turn, he picked up a fountain of spray snow and stopped. Looking at the unfriendly people, digs around bags and tents, angrily shouted:
- And I'm still coming to see you here my damn them! Tomorrow morning and come!
One surly tourists looked at him through the dark glasses and sporting angrily friend:
- Look, Major, that I do not like a goat! Can disrupt the entire operation! He saw us and saw the installation!
- Calm down, Lieutenant! The first time you perform a task. No need to fuss .. Our persons, he did not see, suits our standard. In these thousands of skate skiing. Installation of all the mini-lift took. What a curious, so Siberians all curious!
- And yet ...
- Nothing yet. Enough of these two - the guy and the girls! Where are you dead cases? Normally buried?
- Yeah, right. There, over the hill, valley - about four meters of snow, he's here all the year round is! So that they will forever stay young and beautiful! - Lt. evil smile.
- Well, to be so cynical but not necessary: it's emotion. You got taught - no emotion! Emotions ruin. Especially, in this paper ...
- And when the unit will start to run?
- As it gets dark, so we'll start. Tomorrow morning, everything should be ready.
- But still, nothing ...
- What, nothing?
- We should not let go the goat, he had his ...
- Here we see immediately that you have no observation!
- So what?
- The guy and the girl were clean! My device does not work for them, and as this arrived, so this background went! He did not have the "sotik", not radio. We could burn! You know, "sotik" gives the signal, even when switched off! A local know not! All Secret! The operation of special department only knows. If the goat was on the mountain friends, they would call the "pipe" steel, and tracks can be on the "tube" to pull out. Local boys from the regional department of tomorrow, after the operation, immediately establish control over the whole country! Radio monitoring will give a signal, and then the ends will be visible! Got it? Therefore, it was better to let the goat. A dead tonight so brought, they can find!
- What are you, Major? Squinting dig! Yes, there's snow on them a couple of meters!
- Lieutenant, I ordered! Do you have any objections?
- Oh no!
- Then do as ordered: the morning of the corpses should not be! Cover group called, and squinting - a hundred miles!
- Oh, I see.
- By the way, it is necessary to break the goat! Its data will be useful in any case!


Chapter One


 White Mountains of clouds. Magnificent picture. Here, the clouds - all different. Even the sky - a different color. Dark blue distance, but up there, out there - space. Before him, another one hundred kilometers, but he felt the cold breath and eternity. The infinite space ...
 Life is fleeting! Life is a moment, nothing, a speck of dust! Who knows her price? Who knows its fragility? Creator? He's out there, highly. But, here it is closer to, at least ten kilometers. Ten kilometers above the ground! It relentlessly pulled down as if to say: wake up! You're mine! Wake up! You death! Flight - it is fiction! But there is that moment when the sense of freedom is stronger than gravity! And here comes that moment, at the height of ten thousand meters. Ten thousand feet to a solid ...
 
- Comrade President, orange juice!
The man frowned.
- I told you: do not call me "comrade president"! It sounds ugly!
- Sorry! - Stewardess guilty stuck with a tray on which stood a glass of juice.
- Call me, well, "Mr. President" or something, after all. From the word "comrade" pret Sovdepiia!
- Sorry!
- Better still - just Sergei.
- Well, Sergei.
- Well, do not get me wrong, how old are you? Although, of course, women are not customary to ask about age.
- Sergey, I am on the government team leader for twelve years, and the comments were not.
- Do not be afraid. This is not a comment, it is - please, no you do not write off the shore. So how old are you?
- Forty.
- Hmmm, you're twelve years on Air Force One?
- Just ...
- So, many were taken?
- Yes, many.
- Who was the hardest to serve?
- Gorbachev, not his, of course, but Raisa Maksimovna. She was very fastidious. We have then for "sixty-second" fly, cramped was not that here!
- Yes, of Paradise ... - President sighed.
Taking a glass of juice from the tray, he turned his back to the window. Taking a look at the clouds, paused, and again looked at the stewardess, he smiled and nodded to the big chair opposite.
- Sit down.
That embarrassed and nervously stepping down on the soft carpet, left to stand still. The president smiled and sighed again invited:
- Yes, sit down!
- I can not. Not supposed to ... instructions.
- Sit down, to hell with the instructions, I ask you something you need.
Woman hesitantly put the tray on the bedside table and sank into the soft large seat. The President looked at her. She could not stand his gaze, looked down.
His view very few people could bear. Heavy and penetrating, it seemed to help the president to read minds interlocutor. Even his American counterpart averted gaze to the side, though, and thought that since the Russian president does not speak English, then read his mind can not.
- So, you say, many were taken, with many flying.
- Yes, Sergey, many, but when you consider that Yeltsin two premiere for the year gave way, so all and forgetting half of them difficult.
- And yourself, then Yeltsin?
- Hmm ... Yeltsin - hilarious guy! Was sometimes harsh, but, in general, well, though, as zausit - drank a lot! And others make, especially over Nemtsov mocked. Gives to him, and he vomits. But Yeltsin sits and laughs! Says here Boriska, will you into a Jew blyuvontin conclusion! And this, well, your authorized representative, small - defoltika, forcing children to sing the song. Cheburashka much singing.
- Cheburashka? Why?
- And he is like him, only his ears to the bailiff, it is not me, do not think it's self Yeltsin said. Oh, something I chat a lot!
- No, nothing. That's interesting, tell ....
- Well, that and sang, and we listen to the girls there, behind the screen, and laugh, and how to land gone - not a laughing matter, then by default, a lot of bang!
- Yes. But General Gusev drove?
- Gusev were taken. He then was this security council headed, ninety-six, he was then, it was feared many more!
- Well, as you Gusev?
- And that Gusev - a normal guy, he is on the screen only the hard and nasty, but in life easier, polite. Do not be rude. Always trim. If and drink, do not get drunk.
- And he is, do you think, man absurd? Can anything perk to throw out?
- Daring! No! I do not know, it is actually, in my opinion, weighted, but pushy. And the brave! He is a plain truth hurts. One word - the general, in Afghanistan, in my opinion, to be different and can not be! There, who could not so, or drink too much, or killed!
- Yes, Afghan, he broke many fate and career did.
- And you're talking about Gusev asked because we're going to him?
- Yes, so decided to drop into his domain, to see how he's doing out there, too many signals are received, that he was not all right. What do you say anything about themselves Beloyarsk region have not heard?
- Yes, so vaguely.
- So what?
- Yes different. Who says there though Gusev brought order, and who - as the opposite. Ponavez where thieves different! Someone to listen, do not know!
- Yes, that's what I want to find out what was going on!
- So that you, Sergey, your helpers can not collect the information?
- Aides - this one, and life - is quite another. So you actually helped me too.
- And what I somehow helped you?
- Well, about Gusev told, though I certainly know him a bit, but still, one thing he kept in official meetings, and more - as you.
- Well, I'll go, but it will soon fit: to Beloyarsky flies.
- Yes, of course, go, thanks!
The president watched her. After seeing a few seconds at the closed door, he stood up and did some exercise. A couple of times sitting down, lunged and kicked an imaginary opponent. Leg fell into the void, but the president to keep his balance and fixed foot at shoulder height. After enduring posture got into position and loudly exhaled air through the nose, brought his arms.
 At this point, knock. The president shook hands and sat back in the chair.
- Yes, go ....
In the cabin rolled small plump adviser. He smiled apologetically and nervously laughing, said quietly:
- Sergey, forty minutes - Beloyarsk, prepare press releases about the meetings? The Protocol is ready, waiting for your approval!
- No, Paul A., no! No records! The visit will be short, meetings - at a minimum: the governor and Yachmeneva go. All meetings with the people - to cancel, I'm not ready. And when I'm not ready - I will not go into the crowd parrot! Your press releases will not read! And then, you have to write the same thing! If I could have come up with what's new! Brezhnev and smacks of the late seventies!
Adviser guilty looked down. The President looked at him, he added:
- Paul A.. In Yachmeneva - especially cook!
- This is to the writer Astakhov?
- Yes, you know that I really love his work!
- Yes, but ...
- What is a "but"?
- Here, you see, Sergey S. Astakhov - a very capricious, it is straight and obstinate.
- So what? He's a genius! A genius can afford to be a direct and obstinate! Unlike you!
- Yes, I understand, but ... he's very Astakhov evasive as it says, without a king in my head.
- Without me, or what? - President smiled.
- No, Sergei, Astakhov simply may not want to talk to you all! He is a man wayward. He no order!
- To do so, that he wanted to talk to me, you have another three hours.
- No, Sergei, you did not understand me, it is not in our power, as he thought - and do it!
- What, even the president may not want to talk about?
- I'm telling you - the director himself ...
President suddenly laughed. Advisor in confusion looked at him and could not understand why he laughs, anger or joy, and what will happen with laughter.
- Ha! Well, laugh! Perfect! Finally found a single person who can deny me open, so not everyone in our state - slaves! There are people who still have their dignity! Astakhov fellow indeed - the talent and genius, a real Siberian!
Advisor tried to smile. But the president suddenly frowned and said sternly:
- I do not know how you would persuade Astakhov, but I want to meet him! No meeting - tomorrow you can assume that the news will tell about your resignation in connection with his transfer to another job! Clear?
Advisor hiccupped and backed away. He quickly nodded almost bald Golovenko and muttered:
- Clearly, clearly! Sergei, we divide the cake, and that Astakhov persuade!
The president smiled again and became friendly. As if there was instantaneous outbursts. So transform it learned in his youth - in the special school KGB.
- Yes, bring me more time to listen to this recording of the conversation and Gusev Osinovskaya, I want something to review before meeting with him!
- You got it! - Advisor to dissolve the rectangle door.
The president looked into the track and spat in disgust. A minute later the assistant came into the room and quietly put on the table a miniature tape recorder with headphones. The President is grateful she nodded. The assistant smiled and disappeared with ease fairy.
 In general, the president did not like Gusev. Obstinate governor and brave soldier, General irritated him his persistence and inner strength. But the president could not stand confident people. Gusev at his misfortune fall into this. Finishing third in the elections to ninety-six, the general, if a meteor burst into the elite of Kremlin policy and stifled their energy many old residents of the Red Square.
 The President knew that just from Gusev useless to fight, he had too much authority among the people, and most importantly - Law Officials integrity. Negotiate with Gusev was difficult, and elementary ashamed. Any talks could show weak position leader. But the pull of the obstinate governor was impossible, the situation has gone too far ...
 The last straw that broke the patience of the President, was this recorded conversation Gusev and Osinovskoye. Old court intriguer and puppeteer Osinovskoye amassed during the Yeltsin billionaire. And now, turning the spit by many politicians.
 Interest Osinovskoye to Beloyarsk area was clear. Forty tons of gold, oil, timber and aluminum smelters. North of the region gave the nickel and cobalt. On the Yenisei - three powerful power plant. In general, it was something to make money!
 Gusev ruled the area, a man, though forceful, but in politics the player is weak. And in this deadly game, but energy and courage, had to have the money, but their then-governor-general and was not ....
 ... President sighed and turned on the recorder. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. It was better perceive and think. Think about the next moves ....


                Chapter Two


Governor sitting, lounging in a chair and smoked a cigarette. He took a deep inhale and loudly let smoke out of the lungs. Clock in the corner loudly recaptured twelve. Governor lazily looked at the clock and pressed the button on the remote. Most polished office door opened and the secretary piped
- Alexey! Mr. Osinovskoye.
- Lord of the seventeenth over! Remained gospodenki, gospodushki, their mother! Ask! - Roughly boomed Gusev.
 Osinovskoye appeared in the office, like a ghost. Smiling face and angry eyes on bald skull. His hunched figure nervously padded across the floor and sat down in the chair next to the governor. He inhaled deeply and reluctantly held out his hand:
- Well, Aspen, with anything here?
Osinovskoye limply shook rugu general and stuttering, he replied:
- Lleshsha, are you? This surly ...
- Are you stutter? In flight seasick?
- Yeah, so, something cold. You then holodryga!
- Do you think that Siberia - only supplier of gold and platinum? No, my friend! Most important wealth - it's cold! To them we are all of you bastards thermophilic as cockroaches and root out of here! Ha! Ha! - Laughed harshly Gusev.
- Alex! You, as always, come on their martinet tricks!
- What? Do not like it? You I would fall in Afghanistan, would drive you on duty in the kitchen! Potatoes, then at least you know how to clean?
Osinovskoye boldly looked at Gusev. His eyes flashed light malice, but she went out in the back of his eyes. Osinovskoye stretched his lips into a smile and said:
- Alex! Fight and pull the strap - it's not for me! I have a different purpose in life.
- Yeah! Dibs assume yes partners prick! That's the essence of your whole rotten! Offal, then you have smelly, rotten, in the Kremlin! All of you out there have the balls to hang on the Red Square! And foreigners to drive and for the bucks show to teach it to others! Brood thieves, bitches, but nothing - wait! Let's give you a night of love!
- Alex! Why such anger?
- Where, where, on a camel! Brought the country! Beggars old but children starving women spivshiesya yes men! And you're still shaking your grandmother! Not ashamed of it themselves?
- Alex, you are, in my opinion, he would climb to the throne, or at least near it to warm! Otherwise, why did you push my way to the polls?
- Here Popper, to stifle any riffraff! Yes, apparently, not strangle you! Okay, that's enough here to let saliva. Why rolled?
Osinovskoye looked into the stern face of Gusev, and after a moment, pulled out a leather folder paper. Rumple his tip, handed Gusev. He read it carefully, and, looking up, evil smile:
- Yes! Suchonok you, one word! So, you say, all the coal mines area under him want?
- Hmm ... Alex, first of all, it was agreed, when we'll dibs on the elections here have been given! And secondly, not to me but to all, to all the guys, to save you from disgrace Yeltsin! It's time, Alex, to pay debts, as they say!
Gusev sighed and took out a cigarette and lit it. He rubbed his forehead with his hand and said quietly:
- You know what Aspen, you tell me there is not Gund you something my grandmother drove! I am with you completely paid off! Aluminum plant gave you, and that's a hundred million a year profit chistoganom and, mind you, the American money! Secondly, I'm not the fool-general, how do you think I am! In politics, I learned to play! Price now I know myself! And third, I have other plans!
Osinovskoye shuddered at the last words Gusev. He narrowed his eyes and nervously tapped his fingers on the table, said:
- Alex? What? Someone has outbid you? Someone in the Kremlin? Who is it?
Gusev laughed. Cigarette smoke hit him in the eye, and this tears:
- Ha! Ha! That's it! Here, all your essence! Ha! Ha! No, dear friend! No! I will not be bought! Ha ... ha ....
Osinovskoye looked at him in disbelief, waiting Gusev finished laughing. The General's laughter gradually transformed into a cough. His face was flushed. Gusev poured from a carafe of water and, after a few sips, he continued:
- No, Aspen, no! Simply, I realized that I did once have to stop all of this!
- What do you mean?
- And what I have, and I will give you!
- You again for his martinet vulgarity! Alex! Since you can not talk now! You're not a one! Changed. What happened? Could it be that you have a hard time here?
Gusev suddenly stopped laughing and leaning over the table, whispered:
- You know that. You know that the Kremlin area does! We budget is not adopted! And our money - no shit! Breathe people Beloyarsk area! You governor - shit! Here's how the president with me! But it is not me! That's him with his three million slaves!
- What are you talking about this? Themselves to blame! Staged a farce this your regional parliament! Then spread democracy!
Gusev jumped up from his chair and struck his fist on the table and shouted:
- Shut up! What do you want us to asses pozazhimali languages? No shit! Enough is enough! Blood of us drink! The whole area was stolen, you bastards! Here you have! - And he stuck his nose under Osinovskoye fig. He was scared of such a sharp attack.
- Alex, Alex, calm down, I was joking! Do we find you the money for budget! We find, you just sign it this! Give incisions, and your teachers, and we feed our seniors!
- A! Find it! Thank you! Oh no! Enough is enough!
Osinovskoye could not understand where the governor was driving from that, he shifted in his seat and, like chicken, blinked. Gusev, seeing his confusion, walked around the table and sat down opposite, said quietly:
- Everything Aspen, I decided, or rather, we decided!
- Who is it - are we? - Timidly asked.
- We, the residents of Beloyarsk!
- I do not understand.
- Well, well, I consulted some local MPs, with some politicians, writers, local artists, musicians, in general, authoritative Beloyarsk people!
- So what?
Gusev smiled and smoothed her hair, said:
- And then - it's time to end this concoctions! We are not a colony, we do not have to rob! As it says, we are not slaves! Slaves are not we!
- Are you talking about? - Anxiously Osinovskoye asked, not understanding the governor.
- And all! No more of this mayhem! I intend to create in the government and to convene an extraordinary congress of deputies!
- Why is that?
- Damn you! Well, you're stupid! We are not going to Moscow to give a damn, take thee his own, and that's that!
Osinovskoye nearly fell off my chair. He frantically grabbed the folder and pressing it to his chest like a shield, a trembling voice:
- Leshaaa! It's ... it's a riot! Coup, locally! You, you, you know, what are you doing?! And what will follow?
Gusev, waving at him, made a grimace squeamish:
- Only now do not need it! Do not! Is not necessary here to pose the girl in the left nostril! Horror stories to scare me! I know everything! And imagine what I'm coming! But there is no alternative! No! You know?
Osinovskoye still could not believe what he heard:
- And at the Congress, the Congress-is this that you are going to do?
- And then. Congress there and decide! Let the people decide! But not me! I can only offer ...
- What are you going to offer?
- And then, I suggest, to leave the area from Russia! Adopt its own constitution and to live independently?
- What?! - Screamed Osinovskoye. - What! You are! you fool! Idiot! Are you talking about! You do not know what you're doing! - He jerked and jumped up from his chair. Those flying out from under him and fell sideways on the expensive parquet.
- Yes, come on! Okay, let's talk quietly. - Darkly waved him Gusev.
- Yes, what is there to say? I do not play these games! You do not get involved in this riot! Senseless and doomed! Spartacus, I, too, found here! Emelya Pugachev local bottling! Against whom are you going to play? Against the Kremlin? Do not you realize that you're already doomed? Who will support you? Local rednecks? Yes you need them! Them so well! It would be bad - they have long been on the street with all the stones out!
 Gusev hysterical speech Osinovskoye listened and said nothing. The fact is even more annoying. The echo of his voice sharp falsetto voice bounced off the walls the governor's office.
- Alex! It is too late! Stop it! And even then, I suspect, the information has already gone to Moscow! After all, saying, know two - knows and pig is very relevant in our country! And I suspect this is not one pig knows, and a pigsty!
 Gusev, sighing heavily, got up and went to the rest room, is behind the wall. From there, he returned with a bottle of French cognac and two glasses in hand. Putting a crystal bowl on the polished table top, he slowly poured the brandy and said quietly:
- Okay, let's have a drink!
Osinovskoye looked at him and slowly sat down on the seat and waved his hand. He could not believe what was happening. Crafty intriguer knew absolutely no control of the situation.
- Come on, drink. - Gusev nodded at his glass.
- Alex! Tell me you're joking!
- No, what a joke, I told you the truth ...
- Have you thought about your family? What will happen to them? Your children are in Moscow! Wife!
- What do the local people? Did you think? Do so and live in this stall! Imagine: millions of people have no future! No! And we have, we have stolen and did not want to give!
- But who needs it, it's your future! They would have a bottle of vodka, but on babe - and that's all the future!
- No, Aspen, you're so vain all. People still do not fool or drunkard. Of course there are some, but all the way to judge ... Just like you and me, he has taken away the belief in justice! Belief in the good! The belief that we can live like human beings!
- Alex! What do you mean? Why is it you?
Gusev drank brandy and setting the glass, somehow doomed replied:
- And I do not want to after my death to my grave somebody shit! As Khrushchev! Do not want to die bastard! I want to give people hope! And suddenly it all turn out? Suddenly, after all this will break the vicious circle, called an "empire of Bolshevism!" Evil empire!
- Alex, Alex, you're a fool! That's it! It would be better off signed coal mines! We would be with you for a week would be given up to Nice, on the Cote d'Azur, or want - in Courchevel? In the Alps?
- No, Aspen, as they say, bridges burned - Rubicon has been crossed! You know, I do not change my decision!
Osinovskoye shook his head with regret in his voice:
- It can be seen, the last time seeing each other! You and a friend to me though, but go out with you now just dangerous! I so recently the president in disgrace, and here and your revolution. No, Alex! I'm sorry - pass! Goodbye!
- You're so goodbye, tomorrow if I sent to the crematorium ...
Osinovskoye stood up and walked to the door, and not touching his brandy. At the gate, he muttered under his breath:
- ... Who knows ... who knows ...
Gusev looked at his back, disappeared for polishing the door and poured more brandy quietly hissed
- Fuck you!


Chapter Three



 Turned off the tape recorder .... President and sighed. Above the door alarm beeped and lit up the words "Fasten your seat belts!". Sergey snapped buckle and prepared for planting. He did not like that part of the flight. Fall to earth was somehow uncomfortable. When rattling wheels on concrete runway like a sweet interesting dream ended. President shivered and closed his eyes. He tried to imagine the face of Gusev. But he did not. Its outlines blurred in abstract lines and did not want to take concrete shape.
 Blurred colored lights airport sleet tayavshim at the ports. Eli shook thick whopper on the concrete runway. Afterburner engines whined reverse. The plane rocked the irregularities taxiing. The president opened his seat belt and stood up from the chair. The door opened and in walked an assistant. He smiled and said softly:
- Sergey, the temperature behind - about ten minutes. It is necessary to wear a warm coat and hat.
The president frowned and said:
- Yes! Beloyarsk unfriendly encounters, put on a coat and hat not. You know, I do not like hats, the more fur! This depresses me! Hat - this is purely peasant invention. All of Europe goes bareheaded. I'm from St. Petersburg, and Peter - this is Europe.
- Sergei, then - Europe, and this is Siberia! Catch cold! And you have a day - meeting with Schroeder!
- No, I said, wearing a hat will not!
Assistant shrugged and took out of the closet, built in the wall, warm expensive coat and handed it to the President.
 Coming out of the aircraft on the ramp area, the president around. Lights flashed around flashlights and spotlights lit up the cameras. People were bustling around the ladder, but seeing him appear, they are on the team, stretched out in single file, and froze. The president stepped onto the ladder and duralumin easily athlete ran down her down.
 Persons officials who met him were tense and frightened. The president came to everyone and shook hands. All were without hats. Their hair flying in the wind and absurd, as if in terror, sticking out in all directions. The president barely noticeable smirk shaking outstretched hands. The last was a general Gusev. Then the president noted that the general dressed in a long black leather coat and a high, a mink hat. This outfit makes him look like an SS officer. Gusev face was stern and calm. The President looked closely at him and, with a glance at the hat, he said:
- Hello, Alexey!
But his voice was drowned in the noise of aircraft engines. Gusev in the military bowed his head and said nothing. The President held up his hand for a second general and felt that she was wet. Side reporters shouted, asking the president to come to them for an interview. Guards held back the crowd of journalists. But the president, looking at them, turned away, and a quick step toward his limousine.
 Meets his entourage, and bustling, fled. Figures officials disappeared in machinery maintenance. Gusev was left standing alone, sad watching this commotion. The president paused for a moment at the door of the car and whispered in his ear assistant:
- Gusev me! In my limo to the throne!
He obligingly ran back to the general. Sprang forward, the assistant pulled him by the arm and shouted something. Gusev reluctantly headed for the limo.
 Cortege left on the road leading to the city. Limousine gently swaying. The President closed the glass on the wall with the driver. He looked at the gloomy Gusev and smiled and asked.
- Well, Alexey? Not happy about this sudden arrival of the President?
Gusev stretched his lips into a smile, and looked into the eyes of the president, with some calling calm replied:
- No, why, a good man, we are always happy! Especially since you head of state! Question just tactless.
The President nodded and looked out the window and asked:
- Well, you got me, then find a good man?
Gusev grinned
- Sergey, how can a person be bad if it receives almost seventy percent of the voters cast their votes?
- Well, let's not seventy, seventy of this came to the polls voted, and yet half the voters just did not come.
- But still - the majority ...
- Well, we think: a near majority.
Gusev nodded and took off his hat. Prior to that, he had sat in the hat. The president was surprised to look at a fur hat and said:
- And, that Alexey, you are always here in the cap go?
The tone of the President was clearly not friendly, but Gusev embarrassed and replied confidently:
- We've got Siberia, dude - a more expensive will be! Health is one thing, but you know, as it says, in a healthy body - healthy mind! And you, by the way, nothing without a cap, then ...
The President smiled. He liked the confidence with which the Governor acted. After a pause, he asked:
- And what do you ask me, Alexey, why I so suddenly come to you?
- Sorry, Sergey, I am a soldier, used to perform all when the bosses there and moreover, do not ask about his actions! Should be - do tell ...
- Yes, it's good ... - cryptically replied the president. - Or maybe I wanted to ask you!
- I think you have something urgent to our area has.
- Yes, you are right! But I came to you here, in Beloyarsk, primarily to meet the writer Astakhov.
Gusev started, and looked anxiously at the president. Those in support of his words shook his head:
- Yes, with Astakhov. He's in Yachmeneva lives, now I want him to come back.
Gusev paused, squeezed hat hands, said softly:
- Sergey, I do not know ... Astakhov kind of person he is unpredictable, it will be very good if he wants to meet you ...
- What, so unapproachable?
- No, just when he has not in the mood, may refuse to meet.
- So what? He and the president - not the authority?
- Why, then, but in general, he does not care who is who! He is such a man! Soldier, war was a simple soldier, courage, he did not take! Not once in the eyes of death watching ...
President a little upset by this answer and said resentfully:
- And yet, I think it will take me.
 Gusev again nodded his head and looked out the window, agreed:
- Yes, in principle, I think the meeting will take place. What you just because of this come from?
The president smiled and looked at the general somehow deliberately fun, said:
- Well, well, find out what the situation here with you, to hold a meeting with your local politicians. Collect some of their will to me?
Gusev said nothing and turned away to the window, staring at the passing scenery. Palisade of trees and dark blots houses flickered in the snow from the sweaty box. The general sighed and ran his hand over the glass.
- And what do you do, Alexei Petrovich, did not want me to tell the emergency?
The Governor looked up from the window and said quietly:
- Yes, Sergei, one theme ...
The president tapped him on the shoulder and a friendly reassured
- Well, well, put off the conversation, talk later! First I'll go to Astakhov, and then you and the business.



Chapter Four



 Dogs barked loudly. Their barking resounded through the quiet streets of the village. Homes like fireflies flashed lights bulbs. Alarmingly high beam headlights of cars, and powerful engines rumbling spread all around. Great hulking shadows expensive cars slid down the side street. Near of a good log house creaked brakes. Slammed door and a few people dumped on neukatanny snow. Darkness cut the flashlight beam.
- This is the house?
- Something like that, yes ...
- Are you sure? Astakhov, that lives here?
- The devil knows! Sort of. Here all the houses look like? On his hut - painted trim, blue and yellow.
- Well, there you will shine ...
Beam slid along the wall at home and ran into a dark window. Flashed him a shadow. Low bass hefty dog rolled in a long curse visitors.
- Damn it! ... Perhaps a hefty dog! Look, be careful.
- Maybe shoot him?
- You what? Fuck! The same dog Astakhov! I'll then shoot himself!
- And if you bite?
- Your fat ass no fang will not take! Light! There seems to be a call to the gate!
- Yes. Exactly.
At this time, the door creaked and a strip of light silhouette of a man appeared. Low stocky man in a sweater with a porch asked.
- Who else is hell, at nightfall, bring?
- The writer Vladimir Astakhov ...? Is that you?
The man paused, staring into the darkness, said:
- Well, I do, but what do you say, your mother, who?
- Vladimir! We have for you. We are from the president's administration! Let in, please, we need to urgently talk!
The man was still standing in the doorway. His silence lasted for a few seconds.
- And why the hell are you looking at for the night, then priperlis, your mother?
- Do not swear, Vladimir! We urgently need! Urgent and pleasant message for you!
Writer sighed and shouted at the dog:
- Tsyt, Polkan! Tsyt! - But the dog kept barking.
His ominous bass resounded around the yard. The man reluctantly down the steps and tied the dog in a kennel, opened the gate. Before him stood three unknown men in black coats.
- Well, it is necessary, then? - Asked the owner, not letting guests into the yard.
Those mash, shined his flashlight on the certificate. One of them, a tall, softly said.
- Vladimir, you at least let in the house, not on the verge of a talk! So that guests do not like something?
The man grinned, evil flashing eyes, replied:
- And you, why did not you know that an intruder - the worst gun in the bunker!
Writer dissolved zaskripevshuyu gate, letting guests into the yard.
- Go through the passage. There and talk.
In the hallway smelled of onions and dried wildflowers. White lace curtains closed comfortably shaped glass. Wooden floor sparkling clean recent harvest. The owner looked at the snow-covered boots dear guests, who flew down dirty drop. Frowned and nodded at the cloth.
- Legs, then wipe! My grandmother just washed the floor ... and you are to inherit the Now!
Guests clumsily trod on a gray rag. Astakhov again complained looked at them and said:
- What do you want that?
High smiled and extended his hand in greeting.
- Hello again, Vladimir! My name is ... Savichev Yegor D. I - Assistant Manager of the President.
Astakhov glanced at the outstretched hand, but the hand is not applied:
- So what is the position? Something like a senior assistant junior fireman? Only in your opinion, is it?
High embarrassed, but continued to smile stiffly:
- Well, why are you so, Vladimir? You're a writer of world importance, a modern classic.
- That's why it and not cringe! You me with his post on the drum! Called themselves! Simply say, the older six sixes younger at the throne!
High realized that the writer is useless bickering and got down to business:
- All right, we will not argue! Vladimir, we have for you a very important matter. President at this moment is a brief unscheduled visit to Beloyarsk he was flying from Yakutia, an official working visit. And so decided, so to speak, to turn in your city, and the main purpose of his short stop - you! That is, to meet you!
Astakhov stroked wrinkled unshaven cheek and looked into the eyes of a tall, evil replied:
- To me! Like, we did not agree. I do not remember anything ...
Touched a high shoulder and peacefully Astakhov said:
- But do not worry, Vladimir! The meeting was not scheduled and will last all ... well, half an hour, the President would like to speak with you ...
- Who said that it does take place?
Suddenly, from behind a tall, looked small, puny little man and assertively said:
- Do not you want to talk with the president? Yes, you know who you are to come to a meeting? Sergey very little anyone asks! This is, on the contrary, people are taking to it for months waiting!
Astakhov looked at upstart and boldly replied:
- And I, by the way, you do not call! That's him to visit me wants! Especially at night looking! And the guests go - by mutual consent! If there is someone who is waiting for his audience to six months, so start up and wait! And I do not care!
- How dare you? What are you doing?! - Outraged puny.
But at this time it pushed back the high hand, smiled, and said:
- Vladimir! We have come to ask permission to have a meeting! Simply, our fellow nerves can not stand. - He looked reproachfully at the puny:
- A trip to Yakutia was very tense. And the president likes your book, very much! He always read your novels and stories! We can say that it is - its board book!
Astakhov nodded his head and looked at puny, said:
- Yes, I said it, but I write not only for the president, but rather, not for him alone! I write for posterity! And this your nerves-0to should be treated! Tea, is not in a floatable office. If those in the Kremlin takes work, it shows very bad thing in our land ...
Puny twitched again, but the high pitched against it, and the pain by stepping on foot shoe.
- Okay, okay, but you get us, we will remove your head as if you refuse the president in a meeting! Really, you do not wish us to be?
- A Th me you regret? Are you sow grain, coal is mined? So - prihlebayami the body! Find yourself a decent job! - Astakhov again stroked his cheek. - All right, let him come! Just not for long! And then my grandmother prihvorala! And remember - there is nothing to feed my president! Especially do not cook! Pies no!
High mouth stretched into a smile:
- Thank you, thank you, Vladimir! And the president at a party does not eat.
- What, afraid that poison?
- No, it's not his, it's the rules.
Guests turned and went into the yard. Shaggy dog went hoarse bark flooded the booth. High, looking at the dog, pulled out a miniature radio:
- Fortieth! Begin cordon and control! Check it! All gate! Just be quiet! Quiet! Local residents are not disturbed. That no mouse has not slipped, and no paparazzi does not slip! Head off!

               
Chapter Five


- No, I do not like it!
- Andrew, you do not like?
- It was dark, and where Peter Sveta?
- Yes, calm down! Young thing .... Retired! Maybe they have the heat now .... So to speak - the highest rate of the rhythm! - Stocky guy laughed.
He was squatting near the car and pumped hard in the Primus pressure. A brilliant piece of iron pump sparkled in the evening twilight. From the sounds of a nearby parking lot of music. The man glanced toward the neighboring cars and sadly said:
- Hey, Andrew! Neighbors walk somewhere. I saw there the girls more than the guys! It seems that only two boys and three aunts! One extra, as they say .... Maybe to keep them company?
The one whose name was Andrew, chopping kindling large hunting knife. Looking at the BBQ, where grilled kebabs, he replied:
- Yes, you can nabitsya, so to speak, for a visit. Still, Victor, where's Peter with the light? I do not like it!
- Yes, take it easy! Come, will not go away! The car is here Petya! - Said Victor.
Andrew sighed and chopped with a knife thick chip.
- You know, Victor, I now two goats on the far side of caught, according to the saying goes - from Moscow, but the types of nasty, but I did not like it you know why?
- Why not? - Victor prokryahtel, pulling the handle kerosene stove.
- Yes, because they had to see Peter and the light: they are in front of me for half an hour on this slope went, I saw!
- So what?
- Yes, the - these Muscovites said that no one saw!
- Maybe I really do not see it?
- No, it can not be! There's not taiga, alpine meadows, after all, seen everything. And these goats were told that they had seen. Suspicious it all ...
- Come on, Andrew! All you have is suspicious! You - a journalist and always subject to see their stories! But life is not a report, it's much easier ....
 Andrew got up and leaned over the grill, turned kebabs. The aroma of grilled meat pleasantly tickled his nose. Andrew sniffed and grunted, said:
- Beauty! Kebab is - Yum!
- Yes, now eat! Come for the appetite - vodka? - Offered Victor.
Andrew, waving his hand, agreed:
- Come on, let's vmazhem!
Victor poured from a large bottle of vodka on the iron circles. Both raised their bottles and stuknuvshis glands on the edge and drank.
- You know, Victor, that you made fun of me, about the journalist, because you - cop, you do not like all the journalists. And do not you want me to believe that the two Muscovites in fact - suspicious types!
Victor ate a feather bow and shook his head, chewing, asked:
- What's the suspicion that? That they send you to hell, so it's okay! I can be, you too would have sent if left four thousand kilometers in the Sayan Mountains, and to me is such a khmyr stuck with questions!
- Uh, no, do not tell me! This is, as you say, correctly, that they sent it, but here are the answers, the answers they were still suspicious! Concise and clear! No, we do not know, have not seen! It's like they are ready for these questions were! Not for a second think! That's the common man asks the question: did he see here skiers? He always starts scratching turnips, conjectures express or, at least, think and ask a friend! And those Muscovites, just for once, "No, not seen, do not know!" No, Victor, is suspicious!
- Come on, come on, Andrew. Peter Sveta will come - and all your doubts as arm lift! Let's even better for a hundred. - Victor again pour into mugs vodka.
Andrew took the pot in his hand, drank, and not eating, he continued:
- Victor, but it was dark, and they are not! Where they be? Around the parking lot just like our own, to the nearest village - ten miles!
Victor looked around and said,
- Honestly, I'm starting to worry about myself, but I still have to wait until morning. In the morning if you do not appear, then go to the district center to claim!
- It will not work in the morning! In the morning all the roads will be closed. In the afternoon the governor should fly - track open! We must go now! - Said Andrew.
Victor thought, and replied:
- No, it's - it makes no sense. What if they come back at any moment? We should wait! All the same, so let's wait out the night, by the way, look for people with so much protection, due to the arrival of the governor, it will be easier, I'm talking to you as a cop! Usually, posts, traffic cops and just pepeesniki all cars stopped and people check!
Andrew sighed and agreed with Victor. Returning to the brazier, he took off kebabs and brought to the table, which performs the role of a big cardboard box under the TV. They picked her up on the way.
- Let's eat barbeque!
- Come on!
- Yes, Victor, I agree with you: we'll have to wait until the morning! But I tell you something else about these Muscovites want to say: they assembled some thing, you know, cover it was very funny. Inside something like a small turbine, you know, such an aircraft. I caught a glimpse of.
- Turbines? Hmm ... can you imagine it? Maybe it's just a mini-lift company was? Now such release. Down below tend to put the engine, and at the top - the probe with a wheel, in between a nylon rope, thin - about two hundred meters. What a ride, and he lifts you! Handy thing!
- No, Victor, this is not a ski lift! Incidentally, they were worried that I was asking about it, and mount stopped, as if hiding there!
Victor shrugged and took a large piece of meat skewers. Andrew poured vodka into circles. Unexpected side a woman's voice and laughter.
- Hey! Boys!
- Neighbors! Can be to you?
- It is possible to invite you to visit us! We have fun!
On the big snowdrift had two long-legged girl, dressed in sport suits. One of them, a blond, a red cap, contagious laugh. Second - brunette with short hair, for some reason was without a hat. She cheerfully waved. Victor noticed girls body leaned toward them and held up a mug in salute and shouted:
- Oh-oh-oh! girls! Let us first for us! Have a drink and go to your camp! Let's get acquainted!
Girls squealing jumped from the snowdrift and ran to the car. Blonde, patting his hand, wearing a knitted mitten on the car's hood, she exclaimed:
- Here is a machine! Big!
- This Land Cruiser! A monster off-road! - Victor boasted.
- Whose is this? - Asked the brunette.
Andrew smiled and nodded at Victor, said:
- ... Out ... its ...
- Oh, you're probably a rich businessman? - Exclaimed the blonde and gave Victor languid eyes. He embarrassed and flattered said
- No, because ...
- Yes it is ment, shameful! Easy cop! A strange machine: he's our friend, who is really a businessman, asked to borrow it, so go here!
The blonde raised her eyebrows in surprise:
- Oh, the police, the police have my cares! Well, that, too, need a profession. And by the way, mister policeman, what is your name?
- Victor. And then all of you, I will say that I think about you! - Victor showed Andrew fist.
He laughed and poured vodka into mugs. The girls laughed too, but refused to drink:
- No, thank you, come to us, and we do not drink vodka! We just wine, we have it in our camp! - Blonde tossed aside, where was music.
- What's your name? - Asked Andrew Brunette.
- Andrew ...
- And you, too, cop?
- No, I'm journalist from Beloyarsky!
- Oh, too romantic! And we of Kemerovo, came here to try the track! We amateur skiers, but we have no mountains in the Kuzbass! And here in Sayan that no slope - then run!
Andrew smiled at the girl and drank vodka. She put her hand to her mouth and laughed
- Oh, just without snacks!
- Why no snacks - this kebab ...
- Well, they go to us!
- Yes, indeed, Andrew, let's get acquainted with your neighbors! - Supported the girls Victor.
Andrew nodded his head and said:
- Why do not you go, go, once you go, I'll catch up with you! Gather everything and get out the car Petit go there, check it, and then come!
Victor rubbed his hand on her hand and smiled:
- Well, well! Let's check it out! We are waiting for you there. Girls! Keep! Lead the way! - He picked up the girls at the waist and pulled them toward the camp. They laughed.
 Andrew shook his head after them. Brunette turned and tossed him a very encouraging sight. A moment later they disappeared behind a large snowbank. Voices of hohotushek echoes. Andrew sighed and opened the trunk, took the flashlight.
 Andrei Smirnov was twenty-seven. Tall, dark man with open eyes and a sports figure. Regular features thick eyebrows a little spoiled. Short hair made him younger. Andrew was a correspondent for the news in one of the television Beloyarsky. He liked the work, in fact, after the journalism department at the university, he only dreamed about this profession. It was the first time. Editor liked his deep voice and beautiful diction. Andrew easily got used to the team and gave good hopes for a professional career. Management of its valued for observation and irrepressible energy in search of sensations. Although many of his efforts were in vain, Andrew did not despair, and believed that one day will find the "real theme", which will make him famous. He wanted to go to work in Moscow - on NTV and RTR, but it had somehow to show themselves.
 His friend and classmate Victor Postnikov Investigator at the police department. Victor graduated from the law after school and got the police on the distribution. At first he did not want to work there, but soon a taste of police work. Unlike Andrew Victor was short and stocky blond. Short chubby cheeks and thick handle made him funny and charming. In spite of such a funny look, Viktor usually had success with women. Ladies appreciated for his humor and ability to tell obscene jokes in pretty decent shape.
 Andrei and Victor came here to the south of the Sayan mountains, with their school friends Peter and Svetlana Avdeev. Guys, got married a month ago and is still celebrating their honeymoon. Their disappearance was basically normal. Peter and Light - were in the habit suddenly disappear for a few hours from the company.
Then they were justified, and said he was lost. But no one believed them, knowing that they are simply making love somewhere in the cavern. This happened to them regularly. But here's today's disappearance was seriously alarmed Andrew. First, make love in the snow was quite dangerous to the health of all, and no nearby motel was not.
Second, they were not there for six hours, and during that time, he considered Andrew, Petya sexual energy had to be finished ....
 Andrew closed the machine and click Remotes, moved toward a nearby parking lot. There were "Lada" Avdeev.
 At the foot of the mountain of "call" for the past two years, there were natural tourist ski resorts. Basically, it was a construction trailer, where you can warm up and rent skiing. Were opened several car parks and a couple cafes. But to date these beautiful surroundings service was still far away. However, the prospects for the "call" to become a world-class ski resort were good. Ideal for skiing the slopes of "call" and the surrounding mountains as a magnet pulling many skiers. There was a shortage of small - to invest in the development of tourism. Only needed a push. This push was going to give tomorrow governor who personally wanted to attend the opening of the first fixed rope tows in a kilometer. Therefore, in those days at the foot of "call" has gathered a lot of people.
 Andrew went to the parking lot. Peter put the "Lada" from the edge to make it easier to travel. But his car was not considered Smirnov. Many similar "Lada" difficult search. Deciding not to risk it and not wanting to be mistaken for a thief, Andrew went to the little wagon guard. He was sitting with a pencil in hand and crossword puzzles. How he could follow the safety car was not clear. Smirnov knocked on the window and smiled.
- Tell me, today, we came with friends, they "Lada", for "four" blue, and we're on Kruzake. Now they have thrown a wheelbarrow. And we went to the far around the corner, where barbecues are allowed to fry.
Keeper nodded and waved to Smirnov went inside. Andrew climbed the stairs and opened the door. The guy muttered irritably:
- What are you, on the street talking about? Well I can not hear anything! What do you want?
- I say, our friends his "four" blue you have left in the parking lot, number zero, thirty-two, do not know - where is she?
The guy took a thick magazine and look through it, said:
- Zero thirty-two, say, blue, let's see! Honestly, today, change bad! Everything is gone mad! Many clients - places are not enough! Governor arrives tomorrow, and that's come in large numbers! The neighbors, too, there is no space. I think two hundred people came! This still was not here!
Smirnov nodded and smiled:
- Yes, now that you are always there, probably a lot of people will be! Here are just a service, of course, the primitive. Besides parking yes cafes, there is nothing! Good open bow out tomorrow!
- Wait a minute! Give those time! All will be! Build and motels, and the connection will hold! And trails ennoble! Two years later this place is not to be found!
The guy looked through pages of a magazine, pointed to the spot and, raising his eyes to Smirnov said, surprised:
- Zero thirty-two, you say? So it took two hours ago!
Andrew looked dumbfounded at the guard:
- How to pick? Who?
- Yes, I remember! Exactly - the blue "four"! I'm still surprised what it is, at nightfall, people go off to?
Andrew alert, anxiously asked:
- What do they look like? A guy and a girl?
- No, no girl was not, the man was! Such thirty-five, in the blue "Alaska" and a white sports cap! He was still fixing the gold! I've noticed. He smiled at me a couple times.
- What, the man in the blue "Alaska"? Master something, Peter, it was a red jumpsuit, and the wife of his white ...
- No, there was no one in the red suit and the girls, there was no! There was a man!
Smirnov nervous and shouted at the guard:
- Since you have given him, if he is not the master?
The watchman was frightened and looked back to the log. Wiggle it dirty finger, dubiously replied
- No, it's okay. So he returned the badge: twenty third place! The documents on the car revealed! We have with this strictly.
Did not understand Andrew sat on a chair in front of the guard, and taking off his cap, grabbed the magazine:
- Give, I'll take a look! Maybe you are confusing what may, blue "five", zero thirty-two?
But in the column was clearly written. "Vaz 2104, blue. Place twenty-three. Peter took Avdeev in nineteen thirty. "
 - Strangely, the data, and you do remember to take a look in the log?
- Yes, exactly - I always look in the log!
- Yes, but they say a man in "Alaska" was in blue. And Peter in red overalls was wearing! And in ski boots! This man's shoes, we stayed in the car!
Caretaker sighed and scratched his head and said:
- I do not know! I gave the documents! See for yourself on the court - seventy cars, all I do not remember! And in those passport photos not.
Andrew closed the magazine, got up and went to the door and in the writ tone said:
- Come on, let's see, the place is the twenty-third! Then suddenly you mess up!
Watchman obediently jumped up.
Coming out of the trailer, they went to the edge of the parking lot. Machines was made to the entire area. But going to the twenty-third place among the tightly parked cars, they saw nothing. Petya blue "four" really was not. Andrew picked his toe of his boot packed snow on the pavement:
- Well, Holy smoke, however, is not ...
The watchman looked at him anxiously.
- What to do?! Stolen, or what? And the hosts where? - He asked.
- Yes, that's the thing that the owners still do not!
- So, maybe it is, maybe they really do leave?
- So are you saying, man in blue "Alaska" ...
- Well ...
- So I'm telling you, the owner was in the red suit ...
- Maybe the police?
- I think so, but where you have a phone?
- No, not here! There is a cafe - there, five hundred yards around the bend. "Edelweiss" is called!
 Andrew took a deep breath. The whole story of the disappearance of the newlyweds are becoming more like a detective. Smirnov guard patted on the shoulder and headed for the exit. Anxious thoughts swirled in his head.
In the distance there was music and female laughter. Black evening mountains frowned ominously sharp peaks. Nipping breeze blew. Smirnov shivered and quickened his pace.
 It was necessary to do something. Andrew reasoned, what to do, go straight to "Edelweiss" and call the district police station or back to Victor and the new company. In the operational police to be honest, he had little faith. And hardly at all village guards react to the call. First, go here at night was pointless. Second, a compelling reason for the application was not. Neither Andrew nor Victor not the owner of the missing "four" and declare about leaving the man they could not. After all, it took only a few hours, and by the rules established by the police, had to wait three days.
- Fuck! Here rest! - Swore Smirnov, kicking, roadside snow.
Andrew finally decided to go to Victor and consult with him what to do. Turning off the road, he started down the path to their parking lot. Huge silhouette "Land Cruiser" from behind snowdrifts. Smirnov added step. In the dark night, and here, in the mountains, especially the nights were dark, Andrew saw barely smoldering brazier in their makeshift camp.
 Smirnov suddenly stood rooted to the spot. Near the car flashed a shadow person. Andrew crouched down and hid. A tall man in a dark jacket on the prowl looking in the window, "Land Cruiser". Andrei breath, pounding heart. Smirnov frantically reasoned, what to do in a given situation.
 Meanwhile, unknown, roll, near the SUV, walked down the path towards the mountains.
 What had to be that person? Andrew got up and went after him. Hunched over, as if the soldiers in the trenches, he tried not to lose sight of a dark shape, good against the white snow shadow flashed quite clearly. The stranger stopped a couple of times and looked around, but Andrew squatted on his haunches. The path went towards the far parking lot. Over the next turn Smirnov nevertheless, lost sight of the man. He seemed to bury myself. Andrew stride and almost took off running on a level surface.
 To free from snow clearing comfortably accommodate three construction trailer. A sort of a small hostel in the middle of the wild nature. The windows glowed with light and wooden houses inside the sounds of music. Near buildings Andrew saw a few people. They were talking loudly and laughing. Unleashed by their speech, it was clear that they were drunk. Smirnov stumbled unexpectedly toed boot on something soft. Dark snowdrift rumbled out of the snow and got quite drunk man. He grabbed the arm of Smirnov and shouted:
- And that's belated!
Buddies responded roar and laugh.
- Give it here!
- Oh! Boy, let's go! I got you! - Oral drunk, dragging Andrew to the company. Smirnov wanted was to pull away, but he knew better than the drunken tourists not to be rude. He dutifully went to the fun and friendly Orava said:
- Good evening, neighbors!
-Hey! - Burly men shoved under his nose cup.
- On, drink!
Andrew, taking from the hands of the hospitable tourist offering - kissed the vessel and drank. In the glass was vodka. Smirnov, grimacing, ironically thrown:
- Oh, good! And my brother's not seen?
- Brother? Nah - that's just you, we're all on a dare pour who goes! - Big guy and said, swaying, almost fell to Smirnov.
- Strange, but I'm with him there playing hide and seek - it ran like here, we have fun too!
- No, there was nobody here - Smirnov grabbed his arm fat aunt dressed as Snow Maiden.
- You see, I'm Snow Maiden! - Fatty and hiccupped, showering Smirnov vodka smell of alcohol.
- And what do you like to ski skate? - Asked her Andrew.
For drunken Snow Maiden said a short, skinny guy in a track suit.
- What the fuck skis! You look at her ass! If she would go to the mountains - an avalanche come down! Ha ... ha ....
- Oh, oh - I, too, Sylvester Stallone! - Offended Maiden.
 - Sam-I, the income - a set of bones!
Andrew smiled and apologized, saying:
- Okay, you argue, I will go, and that his brother had disappeared!
Snow Maiden loud kiss on his cheek, leaving a round seal lipstick:
- No, pretty boy! We have not seen your brother, no one here. And he knowingly leaving! Stay, you see - we have company fun!
- Yes, we also have fun out there! - Andrew freed from the clutches of the Snow Maiden, and walked down the path.
He could not understand what happened to the unknown, which he saw in front of their car. And what should have been the man. Is it something to do with the disappearance of Peter and Svetlana?
 We had to find Victor and tell him everything. Andrew got to the road and walked to the side where there was music. He suggested it was there and had to be in the company of Postnikov kemerovchan.
 The fact that he was not mistaken, Smirnov realized by calls feminine laughter and voices of Victor. Postnikov told another banal anecdote. Behind the large snowdrift Andrew saw the van and fire. The fire were several people. Besides Victor and familiar blonde and brunette, stood beside two young guys and a short, very fragile girl, dressed in a black short coat.
 Smirnov appeared suddenly out of the darkness. The company met its cheers:
- Oh, that's TV Guest! - Shouted Victor.
According to him the voice of Andrew realized that Postnikov already pretty drunk. Smirnov smiled sheepishly. Brunette, jumped him, grabbed his arm:
- I already told our, you'll soon be famous!
Andrew, very embarrassed, replied quietly:
- Well, you hurry. How is it that I'll be famous?
- You like Victor said, looking sensational! And I think - you will find! - Brunette reached for Smirnova cheek to kiss.
But seeing the skin trace of lipstick left by drunken granddaughter, disappointed vskliknula:
- Fie! And you, I see the time to lose! - And she pointed her mitten in his cheek.
They all laughed. Andrew hastily wiped cosmetic blot.
- Yes, it's Maiden here drunk almost raped - he joked.
All laughed again. Brunette smiled and kindly spent his hand on his cheek, and said softly:
- I almost raped? This is interesting.
Her eyes gleamed mysteriously. Andrew was troubled.
- And I, by the way, Kate called! - Had the brunette.
- Very nice ...
- This is Sergei and Igor - our colleagues, we are from Kemerovo. - Kate nodded at his friends.
- Well, it's Allen, you know it, and this is a nice establishment - Varia. - Show Katya petite girl in a fur coat.
 One kemerovchan handed Sergei kebab.
- Here, try it, just from the barbecue!
Smirnov took a hot skewer and sternly looked at Victor. He made a funny face apologetically:
- Well, do not look at me like that! Yes, I'm a little drunk! What is impossible? After all, we came here for a vacation!
Andrew, removing iron skewers big piece of meat, said sadly:
- You're what I can see, having fun, and I went to the parking lot where the car Avdeeva set.
- And there, at the wheel of their car later? - Ironically asked drunkenly Postnikov.
- No, worse, there are no cars!
- How? - Victor rolled his eyes. - And where Peter and Light?
- They are not.
Postnikov shook his head like a dog after a bath. But the shake out of consciousness alcohol failed. Nothing, not realizing he was asked:
- So, Peter and Light go?
- Yes, gone!
All present fell silent. For a moment, came anxious silence. Only tune unpretentious songs once popdivy drawl sounded from the speakers as a cassette, standing in the snow near the barbecue. Kate broke the silence first. She asked sympathetically:
- Who are the Peter and the World, and why are they gone?
Andrew looked at the brunette and chew meat, said:
- These are our friends, they recently got married. We have them at school know. Come with us, and that's not it, what happened is unknown. Now I went to the parking lot, and the cars do not.
- Maybe they just leave? - Asked one of kemerovchan.
- I thought so too at first. But the guy from the parking lot described the man, who they "Lada" pick up, he did, as described on Petya's not like, and they are his shoes, the one which came at us in the Cruiser left! Peter could not have to drive in ski boots to sit down! - Andrew replied sadly.
- Yes, it's very bad, but still, it is necessary to wait until the morning! Now something in the dark as to look for? Police is not here, twenty kilometers to the district center! Cell there is also not take, and no phone! That's tomorrow ... - said the second kemerovchanin.
He was the most sober of all. Andrew nodded his head:
- Yes, and I think tomorrow will be a bell beat! I did still have hope that they hid somewhere! With them is already gone!
- And, happen? So do not worry, Andrew, sleep on it, as they say! Tomorrow will be yours, as they are there, Peter and Light! The point is a young, rather, the newlyweds! - Tried to defuse the situation Kate.
Andrew she smiled gratefully and said,
- A drink, then you have, and then I have from these dumok and alarms all hops flew!
- Well, of course there is! - As if waking up, cried drunken Postnikov.
He grabbed the snow sticking a bottle of vodka and poured into a disposable cup.
- Drink, Andrei! I think all will be well!
Andrew looked at him reproachfully and drank:
- Do not worry you so, Andrew, - murmured in his ear, Kate. She clung to Smirnov all over.
Andrew put his arm around the brunette and a little relieved. After three cups he was quite nice and warm. Anxiety dissolved in alcohol. Vodka nerves relaxed and pleasantly enveloped mind. Andrew cheered.
 Kemerovchane dancing in the snow. The speaker dilapidated "Panasonic" escaped lyrics. Schnur voice, tears, ruffled cardboard wall dynamics:
- ..... When-ah ..... re-e-riding ... I do not remember th! .... Probably .... I was boo-s-o-oh! ......
After an hour ..... all finally drunk. Victor was put to sleep in the van. One kemerovchan, named Igor, carefully naryl his jacket. His friend went with a blonde in another car. It turned out that the van was still "Corolla". Kate, looking them
after him, whispered softly in his ear to Andrew:
- You know, I've always wanted to see "Cruiser" from the inside. Never in his salon was not sitting!
Smirnov took the hint, and embracing girl, took her to the side of their parking lot. They stopped several times right in the middle of the night of the mountain road, and hugged and kissed. Black mountains, like a fabulous camel humps, ulegshegosya for the night, cut the dark blue night sky. It is covered with a scattering of bright stars, breathed anxiety and cold. Because of the right slope alone sticking cut crescent moon. Like spying, it glowed a pale yellow ocher.
 Andrew and Kate came to the "Land Cruiser" and could not get inside. Girl prevented Smirnov open the door, grabbing his ear tip lips. He fought back gently from her:
- Kate! Kate! Come inside climbed. There'll be licking my ear.
- Ha ... ha ... and not just the ear! - Sexy she purred.
On the fifth attempt to Andrew to open the door and push the girl into the passenger compartment. She squealed happily and pulled Smirnov over.
- Wait, let's have the engine, turn on the stove - not in the cold are we ...
- You know, even so romantic! Have you ever tried to sub-zero temperatures? Ha ... ha ....
Andrew still leaning over the driver's seat, put the key in the ignition, started the engine. Powerful motor womb monotonically growled. Smirnov pointed a finger on the panel and ran the music to "sidyushnike." Poured out of the speakers slow melody ....
.... After half an hour on top of the scar due to acute mountain slope slowly crept white cloud. Thick fog silently slid on snow coats. It was so dense that was more like an avalanche. Completing all the irregularities of the slope, the fog began to envelop the dark blue of the sky well. In this white milk quietly faded star .....



Chapter Six


 The president sat in a spacious leather seat limo and closed his eyes. Painful thoughts would not release him. Recently, he began to notice that painful internal stress it has become a common condition. Huge problems giant country was deprived of sleep, beat appetite, exhausted nerves.
 Not happy about the president, even a favorite hobby - reading. After becoming head of state, it is as if discovering a terrifying meaning embodied in the works of writers. For every line of the president was looking for some hidden subtext: an allusion to the abomination of power and its disgusting to others. Even Gogol, Dostoevsky and Tolstoy, he seemed scribblers - quill-driver who tried to wound the feelings of anyone who got into the hands of the authorities. Even knowing that written and concerned only one very old, disappeared in the depths of time-space power, it is still discovering all the similarities and timeless relationship with yourself! This annoyed him, depriving ordinary mortals are available only to people with joy.
 President always wanted to just go and justify to those who, like peering into his soul, wrote terrible line of truth about the human mind. But how justified, as persuading your Dostoyevsky and Bulgakov, Gogol and Tolstoy? And the president taken a great modern writers. He was looking at them the successors of those creative geniuses words of the past.
 And those whom he considered a perfect follower of the classics, was a simple Siberian man - Vladimir Astakhov. Writer whose novels and short stories seemed a continuation of the president, "mock" in relation to the power of Russian literature.
Writing about war and devastation, the bestial attitude to people officials of distressed peasants, of betrayal and heroism, Astakhov, like a biblical prophet, cutting truth uterus clumsy handwriting on paper.
 That is why the president and wanted to see Astakhov. That's why he went to Yachmeneva. He is the powerful and the ruler of a huge country, hastened to visit the village writer ...
 But already forgotten for a long time of anxiety and fear of communicating with a person suddenly seized him. This he had not experienced for a long time. President as excited as a schoolboy before the exam.
- My God! What is it to me? - Asked the President from himself.
- What did you say, Sergei? - Immediately said the head of security from the front seat limousine.
President loosened his tie and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt.
- I say, Constantine, must be here somewhere lookout ...
- A platform, one that is built for Brezhnev?
- Yes.
- Yes, a couple of kilometers to be ...
- Stop for a minute - a breath of air is necessary.
The security chief turned and looked anxiously at the president:
- Sergey! After dark, and the wind there permanently. Do not paste weather is! March, Siberia!
- Kostya! Stop, I say! - The current President.
- Yes, sir .... - Guard muttered irritably.
Serpentine mountain road wagged the slopes. Flashes blue flashing lights illuminated the dark shadows of the pines and firs. Foothills of Sayan really was like Switzerland. Scenic spots were beautiful even in the twilight of the March evening. Limousine tires crunched on the tight turns and tilts like a boat on the turn. After another maneuver the driver slowed down, and the President heard the security chief said on the radio:
- Everybody get ready ... stop ... focus ... on the fifth working pattern ... cover group ... left and right flank .. mountainous terrain ... headache, wait!
- The fifth took! Took third! - Squeaking voice from the radio speakers.
Limousine once again swung and stopped. Guard jumped out and disappeared into the darkness. A minute later the door opened and cold air rushed into the luxurious cabin.
- Sergey, you can!
 The President came out of the car and took a deep breath and stepped forward. Steep stairs led up and lost at the top of the hill. Running up to her, as an athlete, the president found himself on a flat paved area. At dusk the evening were seen railing fence. The president walked over to them and looked down .... By what he saw in it a little dizzy. There, at the bottom, at a depth of a mile, flowed majestically Yenisei. Giant shiny road - the river has played with the reflections of the moon. Gloomy sloping mountains like frozen waves of a giant storm that surrounded the water surface. President fascinated look at this picture and stately, her eyes closed, quietly:
- So that's where he draws his talent and strength!
 Standing a moment, the president turned and walked quickly to the car. Sat in a limousine, he suddenly felt inner peace ....


Chapter Seven


Governor .... Gusev nervously paced the room, smoking one cigarette after another. Military general nervous, as if the morning had a decisive battle. President's visit was unexpected and inexplicable. Gusev was lost in conjectures and painfully searching for the right solution, how to behave in this situation. The fact that there is no turning back, the governor saw at the airport. By the actions of the president, it was clear that he knew all about his intentions. Gusev suddenly imagined that here just once, almost two centuries ago, the Decembrists were suffering before the uprising at Senate Square. Lord! As is repeated in this suffering state. Changing only the people, but the story remains the same. As if God wrote a sad song and does not want to change the repertoire of the theater called Russia.
 Gusev knew that almost doomed to failure. He knew that it would support the unit, and then quite uninfluential people. And the people ... the people, for which he was going to make this sacrifice, the risk to end not only his career, but also the freedom of the harm these people appreciate his efforts. Society is hopelessly indifferent to everything. Society no longer need freedom. And it can give that damn freedom in Russian: long queues, cards and thieves ... thieves at all levels and positions, thieves officials and politicians, generals and prosecutors, judges and businessmen thieves! State polls thieves and bandits!
 Governor put out another bull in the ashtray, and reached for another cigarette. At this point, knock on the door.
- Yes, go!
Appeared in the doorway secretary. She looked anxiously at full ashtray of cigarette butts and said quietly:
- To you there came some two. Submitted to the FSB generals.
Gusev with a sad smile on his face shook his head and quietly said:
- Yes, let go, then really there ....
The secretary disappeared behind the door, and after a moment's office floated two types. In their monotonous people could guess that it is staff members of the FSB. Face was expressionless, as if cloned zombie persistently stared at the general. Gusev smiled. He, for some reason I remembered the face of his "special person" from Afgan. Rear rat, always scribbling denunciations in Moscow, as two drops of water was like included. Maybe it was their relative, though of a sinister house on Lubyanka they all come out as relatives, as members of the same caste, of a terrible state of brotherhood sleuths. Perhaps the person of Ivan the Terrible guardsmen were also similar, as these types of faces "gray" nondescript house on a circular area of the capital, in the midst of which, as a terrible reminder is stone brought from Solovki.
 One fsbshnikov grimly smiled and held out his hand:
- Alexei Petrovich, I Struzhin general, and this general Mordvinov may have heard?
- Yes had, flashed once your name! - Lied to them and shook Gusev Struzhinu hand.
- Please, sit down! - He pointed to them on the chairs.
Struzhin sat down and laid on the table a leather folder. Gusev, looking at her, lit another cigarette:
- Nothing that I'll smoke?
- No, of course, Alexey. We have quite a bit of time, a trip to the writer Astakhov President, I think, will last an hour and a half. During this time, we need to make a very important decision.
Gusev looked at Struzhina and raising his eyebrows and asked,
- Take us the solution? Who, us?
Struzhin smiled, and the general realized that nothing good will happen now. From his taut grin, which was not even a hint of humor, pulled cold and cruel.
- We, we, dear Alexey! And you know the purpose of our visit! Therefore, due to lack of time, let's not waste it on unnecessary etiquette!
- I'm sorry, but I really had no idea why, and from whom you came!
At this point in the conversation came second fsbshnik:
- Oh, come on, Alexey! All of you know, you are a military general! And you know the possibility of intelligence and counterintelligence!
-So who do you imagine - counterintelligence or intelligence? - Gusev decided a little tease tupolobyh security officers.
Struzhin, understanding his game, smiled and held out a piece of paper, which took out the folder. Gusev took the document and read it fluently:
- Hmm ... My letter of resignation? But I do not remember if I wrote it - said Gusev.
- Yes, you did not write it and do not even signed. Therefore, we ask that you signed it! It signed - and half of our discussion will be left behind!
Gusev scratched the top of his head and asked, surprised.
- Half? And that, in this trouble will not end?
- Well, this is to say! Over most of the trouble. - Struzhin again nasty smile.
Gusev deep drag on his cigarette, and, after a pause, he asked:
- And if I refuse?
- You can not refuse! You have no right, or rather, a choice. By the way, your text is ready performance in the local gostelekanalu, so sign, Aleksey Petrovich The game has gone too far, it's time to finish. This concentration you lose!
Gusev looked Struzhina and blew smoke rings, put on the table a document imposed on him. Nodding at the paper, he said defiantly:
- And of course you are right: I lost the con! But can also be played in different ways! The thing is, how do you give up: hands up and yelling "mercy" or - blew themselves up with grenades and dragged to the light a couple or two enemies!
Struzhin nodded
- I know you, tell me! I have examined your file, you stubborn man, so the president and asked me to come here and all agree. He thinks I'm the best negotiator in crisis moments.
- What, the president there was a crisis, or he just noticed him? - Roughly muttered Gusev.
- Stop it, Alexey! No need for me to play! I - not your voter. And not a girl of marriageable age. Let's act like it should be. If we got involved in this great game, and play for a gentleman!
- And you're playing for a gentleman?
- We have to play a gentleman, are you not understand?
- No, what is your dignity? The fact that you came here to see me and bustle of the project under the nose of my resignation? I was elected by the people, democratic governor of a large region of the country?! You yourself, then think of what you are doing and what the rules of play!
Struzhin tapping the table with his knuckles, chuckled and said softly:
- Alexey! First, you have a state criminal! Second, the president does not want the blood, including yours! You are given a decent chance to get out of this difficult situation, and you are made a debate on the theme of generosity! Wrong time and the wrong place! So - we have only forty minutes, then something needs to be discussed - and all! President arrives, you can quickly gather under the case of journalists, and the president will announce that you move to a higher position in the Kremlin, say, in the apparatus of the Security Council ...
Gusev again smiled sadly:
- You see - all of your generosity over! You have called me a criminal, and themselves, I suppose, a lawyer: a criminal can I name just a trial! That's all. No president has no right to call me a criminal! It is not a king, not God's anointed! And I hope never will be! As for what I did, so I have done nothing, and nothing illegal I'm not going to do! The fact that we are training with the elected deputies of the local regional parliament the draft constitution and the act of independence, so it does not mean that we're going to force someone to impose and to stage a coup! This is a draft and will be promoted to a general referendum! If you reject it all, then this was it. And the president just does not want all of this was publicized, so he drove up here! But you understand, it is necessary not to me personally, the retired general Gusev, it should be the people! People are tired of living in the empire! People do not want to be serfs in Moscow, when the wealth of the regions for a penny, on the pretext of integrity and federalism, is taken to the center. And then left to die from starvation. We do not need such a federation? And in general! Siberia - a long time to live separately from Russia! We are not a colony and raw material appendage! Just so you know, even with the king in Siberia had its own flag, anthem and coat of arms! And His Majesty the Emperor, sitting on the throne, and proclaimed king of Siberia!
Then fell Mordvinov. He hissed like a goose, and got up from the table:
- You know, Gusev, what you're talking about? What are you out of yourself Pugachev ranks! Riot want to inflict? What are you, really? Henbane glutted himself? Do not you realize that you now offer your same salvation? You cast us here playing the fool!
- Easy, Mordvinov! Just relax, you're not an investigator at the Lubyanka, and I do not Blucher in thirty-seven! And you as the general, it is necessary to teach history! Emelyan Pugachev himself wanted to climb to the throne, and I do not want the throne of Moscow! If you so want to draw historical parallels to carry out, so I better compare with General George Washington. He also separate colony from London wanted! - Low bass team yelled at Mordvinova Gusev.
He was taken aback, and sat back in his place.
- Well, that's enough! Shut up, both of you! - Cried Struzhin. - We want the blood from the nose, out of this situation looking! Before the arrival of the president very little time left.
Gusev laughed. His laugh was like a tantrum. But the general was holding himself. He just had to reset the accumulated negative energy. Struzhin stared and waited on the governor, when he calms down. He got up and poured water from a carafe. After drinking the whole glass in one gulp, he put it on the table and polishing, wiping his mouth with his hand, said:
- Nothing will come of it! You'll walk away with nothing! And the president of you for it - in the ass meshalochkoy! That's it! Kremlin ended your career! But the president I do want all the eyes say privately. Let them not think that I'm afraid of him. By the way, the writer Astakhov, too, in your opinion, a conspirator? Because as he put his signature under the draft constitution and appeals to people of the area! So the president went to him for nothing. Dislikes, Astakhov Kremlin. Oh, do not love me! It your all faces, as well as all the pompous officials, fed up! So the president is waiting fiasco! As for the situation in the region, so soon it was already the world know. But it will not be you Chechnya! We will not fight! But you will not support it. And you-you know that the president has the lowest rating is in Beloyarsk area?
Struzhina face was angry and sullen. Frowning, he said quietly:
- Well, Gusev, - pray! You are a fool! I knew that, but that such? Pray that the President was kind to you, even though it is not yelling, but you, you will experience all the delights of his disgrace and anger! A maslitse something Anushka already spilled, my dear!
- What suchonok? Muzzle kegebeshnaya! Threaten me going? So I'm at your threats - unbutton his pants and piss as two fingers! Simple, cheap and cheerful! Fuck you for x .... - Gusev gave four-army obscene "sandwich."
Gebeshniki jumped up and almost ran to the door. First Struzhin trotted across the floor. Behind him, touching legs, almost running Mordvinov. Slammed the door. Gusev smiled and shouted after:
- What, you-you pissed that I can not let you out of here?
In the corner, a loud fight hit the grandfather clock. Pendulum swayed alarmingly for fluted glass. Gusev, looking at the clock, said quietly:
- Yes, the time is over, over, but the enemy does not surrender our proud "Varyag"! No, they would not dare, dare not, gut them thin! If only they were not intimidated by these deputatikov, but would not be intimidated ...
The general stood up slowly and walked to the office wall. On the white wall was a portrait of the president in an oak frame. Gusev, looked at the photograph and the glazed rectangle reached out and took it with a nail.
- The Prophet is not in his own country! And in other homelands not a lot!
Oak frame flew into the corner. Clinked glass and debris rained down on the shiny hardwood floor.

Chapter Eight



 The president looked into the wrinkled face Astakhov. Deep-set eyes, bulbous nose and gray eyebrows. Ordinary old man's face. Right eye squints a bit, it makes the writer look slightly mysterious. He seems to look forward, and in fact his eyes were fixed somewhere behind that interlocutor.
 The president smiled and extended his hand. Writer shook it. In his hand to feel the force. President shrugged his shoulders slightly and felt a slight burning sensation in the collarbone.
- Hello, Vladimir!
- Hello, how true, you dignify - Mr. or friend? Comrade President - ridiculous like - said Antonov.
- Call if you can, Sergey, I do not like formalities.
- How to tell, come into the house! ... However, we have not cleaned up, we were not expecting and grandmother, that to us the distinguished guests arrive.
- Nothing, nothing, is that you'll excuse me, that volunteered to you at nightfall.
Entered the house. Low door creaked loudly unlubricated loop. The president leaned that would not hit his head on a beam. The writer pointed to the small room:
- Come to my office, where I work, there is the chair. We're going to talk to one? - Astakhov looked at the guard.
- Yes, of course, one by one. I have a lot of time will not take away. - The president took off his coat and gave it to the guard.
The house was natopleno. Comfortably warm and smelled of apples. In deepening clumsy oven walls cat slept. She lazily opened her yellow eyes and murlyknuv, stretched. The President had to smile. He recalled a similar stove in the village at Grandma near Leningrad. Astakhov took off his galoshes, and remained in the thick woolen socks. The President looked at his shoes.
- You can not shoot: You drove the car, and we've got a clean snow, it's not in the city - reassured him Astakhov.
On the floor lay crocheted rugs. The president seemed cautiously stepped on colorful tracks.
 The room was modestly furnished the writer, but it looked cozy. A small desk. It lamp with glass shade and a typewriter. In the corner, two large armchairs, a coffee table between them. On the wall to the right - the shelves with books. Many books. Thick and thin covers exactly stood on the line. On the opposite wall hung photographs in frames. On yellowed photographs it was clear that they were not a dozen years. The President glanced at them and knew Sakharov, Solzhenitsyn, Bykov and Cherkasov.
- Sergey, you have a seat - chair convenient.
The president sat down. The chair was really comfortable.
- Sergey, you brought it to our shores?
The President looked at Astakhov, but did not answer immediately. He pulled himself together, weighing each word:
- Why, you have a lot of problems have accumulated ...
- I? - Surprised Astakhov.
- No, of course, you have - in your area. In the governor - the miners' strike, the teachers do not pay the money on time, pensioners do not pay extra!
- Ahhh .... So it's not me, it should have the power to ask.
- Yes, of course.
- So, what came to us, that is to me?
- To you?
- Yes! To me? - Astakhov sly eyes narrowed.
Folds of wrinkles, like a fine cobweb covered cheeks.
- And to you ... but just - that's come to know, maybe you have any difficulties, can help, what do you want?
- What do I help that? I'm all right. I live here, thank God, not a disaster. With his grandmother in the world live, like lack of money: books, then my issue. Movies on them is removed. Recently won even ballet set to a story, the truth is, of course, "Swan Lake", but still.
Astakhov gesture. The President noted that his hands calloused and rough, like a farmer. Noticing his view, the writer smiled
- Yes, my hands are peasants, even though I mostly write, I forgot already, when I worked in the field or in the haymaking. But here's the village and I all my ancestors were farmers, they all life on earth. And me and called peasant writer, although, frankly, I do not like that name!
The president nodded his head in agreement and looked at his typewriter on the table. She grinned like teeth keys.
- A machine-then, I see you have a very old.
- Yes, right after the war bought on the cheap. German, trophy! But, I love it! She is happy with me! I'm on it, no matter how much typing - all published! Well, as for the other start - nothing happens! Even dictation like this to work: hand-writing, I silently - an old injury, tendon killed, that's on the machine and stitch!
- Can you give a computer? On it, then all will be easier, no need to push! Soft Keyboard - President suddenly glad his proposal.
He wanted something to hold on to be helpful to that person. But his joy was short-lived. Astakhov, after a moment, shook his head:
- H-ee ... no, thank you! I do better, I, frankly, for many offer computer and I do not want to. He is heartless! He seemed to claim to authorship, because he has, as they say, the memory is! What kind of car is that the mind is? Like a man! So. There will come a time when the person becomes useless, you see, said the phrase, and the car behind you wrote a novel! What is this art? Thus, "fanerizm" one!
- What? What? - The president did not understand the last sentence.
- I say, "fanerizm", it is a concept I came up with! For now, all these singers and canary try, as they say in the jargon - a "veneer" sing! So I came up with - "fanerizm"! So - a freebie in the works!
The President laughed. He liked the laid-back tone of the conversation and impromptu Astakhov. He understood that the writer is disingenuous and that "fanerizm" invented on the fly. But he and the writer to put the image on the fly every word.
- "Fanerizm", you say? Funny, but I can say it in his speeches will be used? It's kind of outside the box, so people like it, "fanerizm" - very! So you do not mind?
- What am I? Say, the word "veneer" because well-known! I do not claim to authorship. - Astakhov again smiled slyly.
- Thank you! But now that the writing? There are some new idea?
Astakhov scratched his gray hair and said:
- Yes, there's one little business here ... - I write here is a novel of dispossession. The village, thirties ... the beginning ...
- What, nostalgia - the collective farms?
Astakhov gave the president a sharp glance. And he realized that he asked unsuccessfully.
- What sort of nostalgia! This problem was! My grandfather and uncle were shot without trial Bolsheviks: they have a strong economy were! And my father had served for twelve years! The logs in the logging dragged. By the way, it's not far away, in the neighboring district. So, as there Vysotsky sang - was taken from Siberia to Siberia! Turned the edge of the great and powerful in the country's penal servitude. You bastards!
Astakhov boldly looked at the President and waited for his reaction. He lowered his eyes and said softly:
- Yes, times have certainly been tough ...
- Why were? And now, it is better?
President even a little hurt. He had not expected that a writer so directly canceled your score. But, nevertheless, has not shown the form and said, in a conciliatory tone:
- Well, here in Russia, we are so led, good period did little.
- And I'm here all my life I can not understand why? What a country ... a great, smart people, and live in shit! Not only is the rule and let the shit! You do not get me wrong, I do not about you, about our system, and you are not to blame.
President offended, like a schoolboy, who put an undeserved bad mark, said:
- And you, the system do? You-you have achieved everything they wanted. Acclaimed author of world significance, you read in many countries around the world, not to mention ours! Are you from a distance, as you say, have a good fees. What do you, what do you want? Why are you so power does not like?
- And for that I love her? I did not write it for the money and fees, I'm almost eighty - a life lived, I want my grandsons and grand children live in a normal state and society! I do not want them to know that they are only for themselves, but they do not rely on anyone. Them to have the opportunity to become a person! Individuals, and not, as you were saying, and your community, the voters. Our society - dead, all in all do not care! People being robbed, and the neighbors are silent, if only they did not touch! Their children are sent to the slaughterhouse, and all are silent, if only they did not apply! And power is profitable! Cattle, it is easier to manage! I do not want to live in such a society, and I can not! People should not be indifferent! The people must be tolerant and compassionate!
- That you massacre Chechnya mean? But what about the sacred duty of defending the Homeland? You do himself a war veteran, war medals have - the President asked accusingly in his voice.
- Here, here, and tell themselves - protecting the homeland! Motherland! We then in forty-two to defend their homeland! And that, to me Chechnya - home? When the people of this small and proud republic did not want to live in a country with us, why should they hold the power? They made their choice, even if wrong! But by force, killing children and old people, to drive them into a bestial court called "Empire" is a mistake! They should come to this! Or when a soldier of his country kills its own citizens and for that received military awards - is that correct? Denikin even canceled on the Civil War awards, because the thought: kill fellow countrymen - is a crime! And Chechnya - this is our shame, shame, on which we will still be a long time does not wash off, and you, unfortunately, is also involved in it!
- No, then I disagree with you, if I say that our whole country will be divided, all! Break it! What about the Motherland?
- Homeland everyone one! I'm here Yachmeneva and Siberia, and for it I am ready to give his life! Ukrainians have their own, the Belarusians have their own, and when they want to live together under one roof - then it is fine, but when people do not want to live like this, and keep all the power under the guise of the phrase - "What about the Homeland" - is wrong. Love the Motherland force the impossible! You can not, to this love to get my heart!
- And how did our ancestors as the great Russia! - Hurt the president asked. - For three hundred years the land they're going to like this squandered them?
- Oh, collected! Do you know what Churchill said about Russia? Of course, I did not like very much, a lot of bad things he has done to us, but to say he could. Succinctly and accurately! This much he did not take. So, Churchill said of Russia: "Russia - a country the size of Belgium, which for three hundred years to grow in size and has grown to one sixth of the land."
- What does that mean? - Do not understand the president.
- So it's very simple! England, she's also the size of Belgium and also grew in time to one-sixth of the land, but they did not have land borders. And they realized that it was not their land! You see, all the conquered colonies - not their land! Though there and talk and talk in English! And even the U.S. was their colony! But they understood the time and we did not, because Russia has land borders with the colonies. And still believe that this is but one country, and it it has already ceased to be. Sheer hold everything. In such a country to build something good - unreal!
- So you think it is necessary to divide? We must finish off Russia?
- No. This I will never say I will not, it is you speculation! I say, you must realize that you can not go on living like this! You can not rob one and get them to be at the same time happy and love those who rob them!
The president smiled and shook his head.
- I did not want to ask about this, but I see you're all told.
Astakhov smiled in reply:
- And I want to tell you this, who will tell you this - your lackeys? So they will always say that everything is good: for it is you and let them do everything.
The president was silent and sad voice said:
- I do not agree with you. You incorrectly interpret the present moment, and I'm sure - most people do not agree with you and support you!
- And that's only time will tell - it is the Chief Justice! There in the future it will be clear who is right and who is wrong .... - Astakhov said sarcastically.
- Well, if we're so open up, I can answer the question? I've heard reports that the governor Gusev asked you to sign a document. Is that so?
Astakhov smiled, but then he turned serious:
- You are on appeal, the statement of the deputies and intellectuals say. Yes, I signed it, and explain why. I'm tired of seeing Moscow thieves robbing our land. Of our country have nothing left! That fiction - in the ninety-first empire collapsed. And give themselves to plunder prohindeyam thieves and nothing! Moscow has long been abroad, and that you need to understand! All power rests on fear and thieving officials Lak, which, by the way, in the first hour of need you to quit and turn away. The only thing that slightly cemented remnants of the empire, this indifference of the people! So I signed it.
The President stood up and looked sadly out the window. He seemed not to hear the last words Astakhov and somehow mysterious and aloof said:
- Severe March, the winter was over, though, and does not want to back down, what would that be?
Astakhov in wonder at him. President, not waiting for an answer, he added:
- You, Vladimir, will understand that wrong! I am not going to prove anything to you, just do not have time, but it's a pity that you have risen to their side. Very ...
- Are you suggesting that the subsequent repression?
The President looked up from the window and looked at the writer.
- Repression? No, that's you! We are a democratic country, why do we need the political process? Enough out of one writer Limonov pornographer, and so been listening to him rebukes from the European Council. No, I'll prove it to you just in time. And the people of whom you so concerned, you do not support!
- And you, what do you say to bake?
- I? Hmm, of course, but I pekus correct, legally, because I popularly elected president.
Astakhov also got up from his chair and looked into the eyes of the president, sarcastically asked:
- And these laws you write? Or are you someone suggested them?
The president broke his gaze and looked away, looked back at the window:
- The Constitution, by the way, took the people!
- Yes, you're right, except that it does not work! And the hell needs a constitution, if it is only your rights and the rights of the authorities to protect?
The President sighed and said:
- Ah, it seems we are far gone. I have to go, but do not want to end the conversation on a minor note. You could not I sign some new your book and give it to, of course ...
- This, please, of course. I recently published my book .. Germany, like in German? I know you're fluent in German! - Astakhov came to the shelf with books.
- It is possible in German, but also in Russian let, German language, though Kant and Goethe, but it can not reflect all shades of Russian.
- That's for sure ...
In the yards of the dogs barked. The President left the house of the writer and sadly looked at the dark gray sky. Pausing for a moment on the steps, he turned back. Astakhov stood and looked at it from a height porch. President suddenly felt that sees him alive for the last time. The old man was very ill appearance. As if remembering something, the president stepped back and held out his hand writer. He smiled sadly:
- You do not hold on the heart of evil and I do not take offense, I'm such a hard person. Accustomed to speak the truth, and the truth is not to be offended. Maybe much more and do not see each other, so when that's necessary - you drop me!
- No, of course not, I was very pleased to see you. I learned a lot and learned - the president replied enigmatically, shook the writer's hand, then turned and walked away.
Semen guards behind him. Close to home Astakhov was a bunch of people. Despite the late hour, the residents Yachmeneva curiously looked at the president from behind the cordon. The president ducked into a limo. After a moment, the column rolled through the narrow streets, raising the February snow drifts.
 Wife came out on the porch Astakhov. An elderly woman in a simple flowered kerchief to her husband and pulled him by the sleeve sweaters.
- Vova! go home, catch a cold!
- Now, Mother, I'm coming ... - Astakhov watched Lost Colony areas.
The old woman looked at the writer and said:
- A Th he came for? What should have been?
- Ah! Tormented him, mother! A good, clear man hard to him, but the dilemma he faces is not easy! Well God willing! All of the images, and he senses! But ... Oh! - Astakhov sighed and walked into the house.
The door creaked plaintively unlubricated loop. Huge dog on a chain calmed down and was still in the booth. Two old ladies walked slowly on the evening streets. One of them, crossing, said:
- Tomorrow should be in the morning to go to church, I saw not a good phenomenon, it is necessary to put the candle ...


Chapter Nine



 Governor frowned wearily. Hum airport responded tinnitus and nasty pressed on whiskey. There was no wind, but the piercing cold crawled under the collar and bites into your skin crawl. Sleepless night turned black circles under the eyes and high blood pressure. The president and his strange visit to the end mixed the cards. His sudden, almost secret, a trip to Yachmeneva and secret conversation with Astakhov ... what the president could talk with the writer? What they may have a point of intersection? Astakhov - still the same bird! Unpredictable and daring, he could become a trump card in the deck of the president. Does the head of the state was able to win him over to his side? Gusev suffered in thought. Glancing at his assistant, round-shouldered, stocky, robust fellow, Gusev shouted, trying to be heard in the noise of propellers aircraft and helicopters.
- Hey, Kostya, give me a bottle!
 He fidgeted and got into a big black bag. Pulled out a shiny flat bottle and handed it to the chief. Gusev, unscrew the cap and took a few sips. Cognac nice burned esophagus and, like the life-giving force, broke through the body. Last night, the governor of heavy drinking a huge bottle of French brandy. But the hops did not take it. In the morning there was only a headache and red eyes from lack of sleep. With him it was always when he was worried. In Afghanistan, as commander of the battalion commandos, he drank a liter of vodka a night when there was fighting, and his children were killed in the mountains of Kandahar and Panshera. Every dead soldier was worth a heap of nerves, and to finally lose reason, he drowned voltage alcohol. Gusev never had a noticeable influence of alcohol, it was one of the features of his body.
 Governor shook his head and looked at the field hovering over concrete helicopter. Brand new Mi-8 chirp propellers lifting snow blizzards. White powder scatters snowflakes clubs. Gusev loved flying. And unlike many, has never been afraid that break. Helicopters in general he was a native. These uncomfortable and noisy womb he spent thousands of hours of flying.
 What decided the president? His unexpected arrival and departure of a sudden ... After Yachmeneva president even drove to the building of the regional administration and met with reporters. Gusev was waiting for the scandal. But none came. What generally thought of the president? His behavior was unexpected and alarming.
 Fly to the south of the area was planned by Gusev. He wanted to excel and go to the historical, according to him, step by precarious. Official Statement Gusev wanted to do at the top of one of the mountains in the Sayan Mountains. There, at an altitude of more than a thousand meters, in the heart of Asia, was to begin a new era in modern Russian history. For illumination of the act he invited TV crews and newspaper reporters. Broadcaster of the federal and local level have been the evening spread the news about the political to the Governor, to start the process of the referendum and try Beloyarsk voluntary withdrawal from the area of the Russian Federation. Of course, the success of Gusev did not count. Example of Chechnya could only serve as a terrible lesson obstinate supporters of separatism. But Siberia is not Chechnya! Siberia - is informed and intelligent decisions. Flexible and at the same time, a sharp temper Siberians offer hope that no blood will be shed. Sort - the Velvet Revolution, could be made, subject to the support of the West and neighboring areas. Even if only tacit.
 Gusev expected to resonate in the world. Let him judge, even go to jail! This is not important, Mandeylu also imprisoned, and who he is now! Citizen of the world, and Nobel prize winners! It will be a push, a push to the independence of Siberia! The harsh and beautiful land deserves a happy beat. Neither the king nor the Communists realized that Siberia - is a special country, is no worse than Canada and the U.S., and maybe better! And the king, and Stalin, and behind them, Khrushchev, Brezhnev, and the rest belonged to the Siberian unfairly disparaged. But in vain! No wealth without Siberia of Russia, even Moscow will understand that we can not do so with the people of this mighty land.
 For consistency, that his statement was heard, Gusev invited the three film crews from CNN, BBC, and ZDF. Foreign journalists in any case would have been assigned to air this scandalous statement. But the helicopter was on the field, and TV crews from the U.S., Britain and Germany did not come. Their Russian colleagues were waiting in the waiting room. The flight was delayed for an hour already. Gusev anxiously looked at his watch and looked at his assistant. He spread his hands.
 Gusev worried. Journalists were his guarantee of safety. Station ran out of the room one more assistant and ran toward the governor. The Governor did not wait and took a few steps toward him.
- Well? What have you got?
- Poor thing, Alexey! From Moscow, just got a call, saying that all foreign crews of not accredited in Beloyarsk, so they will not be allowed here, some hitches with the paperwork! They will be able to arrive at the best two days! - Assistant shouted in his ear.
- Damn! It's a setup! Hell, we can not delay! And our TV people have to go to foreign channels! Well, to the film, if anything, I send it?
- In my opinion, there is!
- Okay, we fly! Gather the people! Let sit in a helicopter! - Ordered the governor.
Assistant, nodded and pulled back - to the terminal building.
A minute later there was a crowd on the field. Several operators with cameras and tripods, leggy correspondent and managers. Among them, Vera Korza, strong-willed woman and the right hand of the governor. Without it, he did not take any important decision. Its authority in the area was huge. People always say the governor the truth, for it is he valued and always listened to her advice.
 The people that fall out onto the tarmac, was divided into two piles. The first - the press, the second - retinue of officials. Gusev greeted everyone nodded and pointed to the helicopter. Hum screws drowned all other sounds, making meaningless any speech. Gusev watched as people loaded into helicopters. One of the correspondents kindly smile. The Governor looked into her young face. She nodded to the microphone in her hand. But Gusev dismissed:
- When, after the comments, leave a film on arrival, and then will be interesting! - He tried to drown the engine roar ..
But she did not hear him, though, and realized the meaning of what was said on the lips. She nodded and disappeared inside the helicopter.
 Gusev went into the last helicopter. Captain, standing at the entrance, extending his hand. Governor shook his hand, then patted the shoulder pilot.
- You can fly! As the weather in Sayan? - He asked.
- OK! Just gave a summary: visibility fifteen wind five to six meters, flying would be nice! - Having reported the pilot.
- Well, well! Come on, take off!
- Yes! - The pilot turned and disappeared into the cabin. Radio operator closed the door hatch. It has become much quieter. Clapping sound of propellers broke into the cabin, but such screening was not. The Governor looked salon. Cushioned chairs stood in rows. Operators are located in the end, in the middle sat correspondents and chatted animatedly. Officials have settled in the nearby chair. Vera Korza sat on the front row. She gestured Gusev sit down. He smiled.
- Vera, how many people do?
- Twelve! Foreign TV crews there, and everything!
- Well, go around the small force! - Gusev took off his hat and sat down in the chair next to baskets, fastened the belt take-off.
- Vera, well, fly - an hour, let us discuss it?
- Yes! Of course, Alexei Petrovich, of course.
The helicopter shook. Increased speed of the blades. Small black figures technicians to run away from the car. Imperceptibly rose above the multi-ton machine of concrete airfield and shook her, swam forward. Gusev looked out the window and smiled. Takeoff runway lights became smaller and smaller.
- Pleasant still feeling - flying! - He said cryptically.
- It's nice to you, Alexey, and I ... I'd rather be on a train ride or a car! I fear heights and flying! - Korza tried to smile, but it did not work.
Instead there was a smile on his face a grimace of confusion. Gusev patted her hand and said:
- Fear not! If we break down, it will be quick! Chick - we're in heaven!
- PIP your tongue, Alexei Petrovich
- And I'm not afraid! After yesterday's discussions with the president ... I do not afraid of anything! Now I am all for x .... - Korza pretended not to hear the last words ....



Chapter Ten



 Andrew was awakened by loud laughter and cold. Laughing somewhere in the street. Inside, it was chilly. Automatic engine heating did not work, and all the heat weathered despite sealed interior "Cruiser". Kate quietly in the corner of the nozzles on the seat. Smirnov stretched lazily and fumbled hand jacket. She lay, crumpled on the floor under the seat. Andrew did not want to wake Kate, but still controlled himself and touched her shoulder. She opened her eyes, smiled, and said softly:
- How much time?
- Nine. You and I are cool zadryhli!
Kate yawned, flashing straight white teeth, and murmured:
- I would have an hour or two on the weight pressed down, come here, kitty ...
But Andrew did not give her affection. He said, shaking his shoulders, moved to the front seat and started the engine. On the windshield covered with snow. Andrew, looking at the white powder, turned on the wipers. Those, like waking up, rustling, squeaking rubber in contact with the glass.
- In! Piled snowball! Petya will now look harder, and traces, probably not.
- There you go again on Pete! Yes they spent the night in a motel somewhere, that look, come now! - Unhappy said Katya.
- Do not! All the same, I do not like it ... - Andrew replied thoughtfully.
Then his eyes fell on what was going on outside the window. White veil of mist enveloped the neighborhood. Hardly even see the car's hood. Andrew, banging his hand on the glass, as if not believing in reality, he exclaimed:
- Wow, you see!
Kate got up from his seat and sighed:
- Oh, my darling, this is the fog!
Smirnov opened the door and got out of the car. Outside, the fog seemed even closer. Thick white cloud hid almost everything. Andrew, like a blind man, holding his hands forward, moved to the road. Ahead he heard voices and rumbling car.
- Pass, pass, do not obstruct the passage! - Came the masterful tenor.
Apparently, it belonged to some cops. Andrew went to his voice and a moment almost ran into the back in a yellow robe with the inscription of traffic police.
- Careful, citizen! - Snarled traffic cop.
- Excuse me, Comrade policeman, what is happening? - Apologetically asked him Andrew.
Policeman looked at him in surprise and angrily replied:
- What are you, the fog never seen?
Andrew embarrassed
- I did, but this ...
- Here in the mountains, anything can happen! By the way, do you have a car while driving?
- No, what?
Policeman suspiciously at him and said,
- No, nothing, just reeks of alcohol on you, I advise you tomorrow not to sit behind the wheel! Anyway, today will not go - see what the fog, only gets going for dinner!
Andrew nodded
- Yeah, can not see anything. What are you here in the middle of the road?
- Why, in a cordon put, the governor comes, or something!
- Governor, I hope the car goes!
- No, said the helicopter flies, is about to fly up to!
- The helicopter? How did they get in this weather will be?
- Who the hell knows! Compass, probably ...
Andrew rubbed his shoulders and knock in the same place, he asked:
- And how do you think we have lost a man, or rather, the couple - who is now a statement about the disappearance of writing? And then we worry!
- What! What man? - Policeman asked suspiciously.
- Well, our friends - a married couple, we came together, and they were gone, and the cars parked there.
Policeman hemmed and by turning a rod, hesitantly replied:
- I do not know, so this is probably the district department is necessary. Or maybe your friends just left?
- No, they could not leave! That's their shoes at us in the car left! In general, the guard in the parking lot have signs of a man who took away their car, not like Petya!
Policeman shrugged. At this point, hissed his portable radio, and the air escaped stingy set of words. Policeman, listening, pressed a button and said:
- "The Valley", you understand, the twentieth accepted! - And then he looked at Andrew and shouted:
- All waste! The helicopter was about to fly up! I must work!
Andrew turned around and went back to the "Cruiser". Near him stood and gazed at Kate haze.
- Andrew, where are you gone?
- Yes, with the cops talking, now everything is sealed off, will have to wait: our governor, Gusev, like flies!
- Oh! - Kate clapped her hands and jumped. - How interesting ... I want to see!
- What do you see now? And anyway, who knows where it will sit down, the helicopter is!
- I know where - where, for the slope. court yesterday cleared the soldiers. And it seems like charcoal pits were eventually lined! Let's Climb to the top, maybe, we'll see! - Invited the girl.
Andrew sighed, thinking that all the same while doing nothing, agreed. Taking the jacket out of the car, he looked at his feet.
- And we climbed it? Something deep snow!
- I know the path trodden, the day before I climbed on it, we are here for two days, and I Explored! Come on - she pulled his hand to the side of the mountain.
Andrew followed her.
Going up the hill was hard. Yesterday alcohol out sweats and heavy breathing. And the height of one thousand meters above sea level, made itself felt a lack of oxygen. They stopped every hundred steps. Andrew would collapse on the snow. Katya, resting his hands on his knees, trying to recover his breath. Smirnov, seeing her failed attempts, breathing heavily, said:
- It's useless! So does not help, and in general, it is necessary to drink less! - Andrew laughed.
Kate looked at him offended and replied:
- Oh, and yourself, then open the car yesterday he could not! Well, that at least for the rest of grip strength! Incidentally, I drank only wine! Unlike some! Come on, there's about two hundred meters left! - And she pulled back his hand.
The last meters were given with great difficulty. His eyes darkened, as if in his head hit a sledgehammer. Pulse quickened to the maximum limit. So when the plane struck the top floor, Andrew fell and experienced true pleasure. Kate unlike him feel good.
- Do not lie down in the snow, prostynesh! Oh, what a beauty-a! - She shouted at the white silence of the mountains.

Andrew struggled to his full height and looked around. The sight was truly amazing. Mountain, which they got was one of the highest in the county. Stuck near several peaks less. Their white caps, pierced the veil of mist rising above his white sheath. Blue, passing into violet, orange sky and a sun made almost alien landscape. Look to the right, Smirnov saw thin sticks high voltage line. Their ugly steel rods stuck in the mountain slopes.
- Where did you say area should be helicopter landing? There's nothing to be seen? - Andrew asked Katya.
- There! The right look! But now the fog! Although, perhaps, a helicopter and see! He arrives from the north! - Kate gestured to the side. - And there ... Mongolia, China, Tibet ... and then .... And it's almost heaven, you know! Tibet to the sky at hand!
- Here is a beauty! - Said Smirnov. - Look, a strange fog: the bottom is too tight and does not go up!
- Yes, this fog I have ever seen! - Kate agreed.
Andrew suddenly heard faint chirping. In the north, a black, barely visible point. Smirnov strained eyesight. Little Bird helicopter was hanging just above the mountains. Helicopters then dived, then reappeared among the peaks.
- Something he flies uncertainly, the impression that the road looking for and did not know where to go - expressed his assumption Andrew.
- Yes, it is strange somehow flies. Winds, see, goes in the direction of high-voltage lines, and it is dangerous!
- I do not think that experienced pilots, still on board the "number one"!



Chapter Eleven



 The commander of the governor's helicopter MI-8 Rashid Akhmetov was an experienced pilot. Forty-year Akhmetov started out right in the thick of the pilot - in the mountains of Afghanistan. Him, then a young lieutenant, was sent to serve after school, and at the same time and perform the so-called international help. But the help he has not had any Pashtuns, but to fly, and not bad, learned. Vydelyvaya maneuvers over the Salang mountain ranges and Kandahar, Akhmetov has repeatedly come under fire. Twice he was shot down, but he miraculously lived.
 From Gusev he met at Bagram in the eighty-second. Gallant Major - the battalion commander, often flew on board the "battle." They became friends. But after the Afghan way of their dispersed. Major Gusev became a general, and then as a presidential candidate, well, Rashid flew north, reindeer vozya provisions.
 But two years ago, Gusev recalled fighting friend and summoned to the area. He became governor and was in need of a personal pilot. With him in Beloyarsk Rashid and co-pilot took Kostya Simigina. With him he had met in Urengoi and five years of flights over the vast expanses of Western Siberia became friends. Kostya was Akhmetov as the younger brother, Rashid all trusted him and could always rely on him.
 The fact that today's special flight, Akhmetov understood immediately. Gusev obviously nervous. The Governor had never stood on the airfield and did not expect a helicopter. Usually, he came straight to the board for a moment before departure, if not late. Akhmetov first explained this behavior governor nocturnal visit of the President. He even thought that the flight will be delayed to the Sayan mountains in general. But when the air traffic controller said that the board waiting and the flight will take place, Akhmetov realized that something will happen today.
 Governor, coming in a helicopter, greeted coldly and did not even call him by his name. Gusev usually treated with Rashid slightly familiarly, but today Gusev could not even look him in the eye ....
 The flight was normal. Akhmetov kept the car along the Yenisei River and enjoyed the beautiful weather. The clouds were few, their small flocks drifted from the left side boards rotorcraft. The blue thread of the river sparkled in the sunlight, and poured a little blinding. After an hour flight Akhmetov standard request from the dispatcher weather in the landing area. He replied that the weather is normal and should not be landing problem. When were Sayan, Akhmetov, making a small turn, pulled the wheel itself. Height - here's the best cure for a mountain shaking. If you fly between the slopes, can capture the turbulent flow, and then the trouble is inevitable.
 Kostya, as a boy, enjoyed the magnificent view of the mountains and poked a finger in the direction of the sun sparkling on the snow-capped peaks. Akhmetov smiled back and nodded to the dashboard, making it clear that he followed the instrument readings. Fly on his calculations remained fifteen minutes.
 But suddenly on the dashboard and lifeless hands twitched down to zeros. Akhmetov anxiously looked at the bones and threw off his headphones and listened to the roar engine. He worked steadily and monotonously. Rashid, pulling spokes, tried control. Car obediently went first up, then down. Strangely enough, all right! Akhmetov has laid a small bend. The car was obedient, but the arrow devices continued to lie at zero. Rashid included transmitter and requested air traffic controller.
- Earth, I bird zero one, as you hear, over?
- Yes, I'm listening, Rashid!
- We refuse onboard navigation, go to the visuals!
- Repeat - do not get it!
- Go on a visual, compass and navigation denied, engines are normal.
- Roger: refusal navigation landmark - the river. You are at a point fifteen kilometers to the site.
- I see! River right visibility in order!
Rashid nodded Coast and said:
- Go to your room, there in the second row sits a man - a bald, he is the head of the district, an area inside out, he knows! Suppose here is - will be a way to specify! But just be careful out there! Panic is not done, this is still not enough to us!
- Roger, Captain, - concentrated said Kostya.
A minute later he was back in the cab with the head of the district. Bald man anxiously shouted:
- What happened?
- Yes, all right, but that compass fails, go to the visibility! Can show the landing or back will come back?
- I can, but it might be better not to take the risk?
Akhmetov anxiously looked at the man and said.
- Who will request the "land." "Earth". I "zero one bird" rate can show what to do? Refund or landing?
Air traffic controller thought. There was no answer. We had to make a decision, and the air was silent. At this point in the cabin's head governor. Gusev hard look at Akhmetov and asked:
- Rashid, what have you?
- Why, compass and navigation refused to blindly go, please turn, come back to Beloyarsk!
Gusev shuddered and pushed the head of the area, grabbed the shoulder Akhmetov:
- Do not you dare! Landing in any case! Though the water! Do not you dare, no refund! Cried the Governor-Akhmetov, drowning the roar of engines.
 Akhmetov fearfully nodded. At that moment a voice in the headphones air traffic controller.
- "The Bird of zero-one"! How serious is the damage and condition of the car?
Akhmetov looked uncertainly at Gusev and said:
- Engines are normal, and the compass of junk, but there is a head of the district, he is in the cabin, can show the site!
- The risk is?
Gusev handed fist and shoved it under his nose Rashid. He smiled and said ground:
- The risk is minimal, please landing!
- Landing permission, the connection always keep!
- You got it!
District head sheepishly looked at the governor. One tap on the shoulder Akhmetov, out of the cab. Rashid man nodded and said:
- Well, where, where is?
Head of the district looked into the landscape behind and said,
- Look at that mountain right turn, but remember, there is power lines, carefully, as if not to catch!
Akhmetov nodded and banked to the right. Gradually reduced to the most top, he saw a serpentine mountain road. Showing a finger at her, asked the conductor:
- It is, perhaps, hold on?
- Yes, eight kilometers left, you can slow down the speed!
Right in front of the helicopter rose mountain top. Akhmetov, calmly rounded the hill, slowed down and began to hug the road. Despite the fact that nervousness still present, Rashid was not afraid. The mountain grew a new vertex, but its rounded Akhmetov confidently. Lowering the car up to fifty meters, he slowed down to a minimum. On the road, clearly visible, people and machines.
 But at this point, the unexpected happened - all disappeared, and a thick white veil clung to the helicopter.
- What the hell? - Called Rashid.
- Fog, commanding, strong, a cloud came! - Kostya shouted into the microphone.
The air were heard shouting air traffic controller.
- What you have there, "bird of zero-one"? What's going on? Talk about each step!
- Fog, "earth", for us, a sudden fog, weather what?
- In your area is clear!
District head in confusion touched Akhmetov shoulder and muttered:
- Watch out, here somewhere power line somewhere here!
- But where - here! Holy shit, can not see a damn thing!
- Stop the speed! - Screamed in fear man.
Akhmetov spokes pulled over and decided to climb higher and out of the clouds. Height, but the height is a salvation!
 But suddenly appeared right in front of the wire.
- A-ah-ah! Commander, go to the power lines! - Kostya shouted.
Akhmetov pulled the wheel itself. The car started, and, pulling his nose, pulled up. Rashid saw the thick wire, sliding the glass cockpit, went down. But at this moment, the heavy engine in the hull cracked and fell off the fixtures. Heavy inert screw tilted back. The blade slashed the tail and if a blade of grass cut through it. Rear screw, like a boomerang - jumped to the side and flew fun spinner in white milk mist.
 Helicopter jerked and spun like a carousel riled. The sharp jolt head of the district, who was standing in the aisle, hit the windshield shade, try it and flew out. Rashid saw the stone flashed his shadow ...
 Another moment car spun like a top. Akhmetov had to consider Simigina tense face and his eyes full of horror and despair. Rashid even had time to think that this is what the pilots are dying ....
 After a ten-minute Mahina swiftly flew to the ground. Akhmetov heard inside the woman screamed. Rear wing housing opened, and the fall of the helicopter two rows of seats. Their passengers, as if on a catapult, raced under the power of attraction of the earth ....
 Rashid winced in anticipation of impact and explosion, but none came. Lopped Corps helicopter, flying thirty meters in free fall, collapsed in the snow. Land took him gently wrapped a thick white blanket. Severe engine torn from fixing the roof and pushing through like a giant press, fell on the heads of the passengers. Akhmetov heard moaning and crying. Motor, sneezed a couple of times, shut up. There was a terrible ... silence. Rashid tried to get up from the chair. His right leg was sticking, ridiculous running into broken glass cockpit red broken bone, as if lopped pencil. Akhmetov reached out his right hand to the headphones and lost consciousness. In a small speaker in the entire burst of air traffic controller's voice:
- "Bird zero one"! "Bird zero one"! What you got there? What you got there?!



Chapter Twelve



 Andrew saw the black dot helicopter transformed into a brilliant spot, is fast approaching. Unexpected helicopter ducked behind the mountain, and was left an echo of chirping screws. The roar of engines echoed loudly in the gorge. Andrew and his incomprehensible voltage looked at the place where the helicopter disappeared. Echoes of the engines were heard on the other side. At this time, helicopters appeared over the mountain again and plunged into a veil of mist.
- What is he doing? He's going straight to the mountain! - Shouted Smirnov whether pilots, or Kate.
She looked at the helicopter, as if spellbound, and did not pay attention to the words of Andrew.
- Holy smoke, something some of his maneuver, uncertain, - commented on the actions of the pilots Smirnov.
 Bird helicopter suddenly emerged very close to the mountain, and slowly tilted, flew directly to high voltage towers. Fog, throw it in place, heaving in a sinister dance over the smooth surface of snow.
- There's a power line! He is rushing on power lines! - Yelled Andrew.
 At that point, the helicopter jerked and, with his nose high, jumped up. There was a loud crack, and a piece of the tail broke away from the fuselage, flew sideways. Light line of high voltage cable taut as a string and clicking, shot a like a bowstring. The helicopter spun in a terrible waltz, like a wounded dog.
- He's going to fall! - Kate screamed and pressed her hands to her mouth.
The helicopter hovered for a moment, and then, by inserting a spiral stone fell down and disappeared into the haze of fog. But, strangely enough, no explosion, no hitting the ground is not heard.
 Andrew jumped up as if trying to see inside the fog. But as if wading quagmire engulfed helicopters, having closed above the thick cloud.
- We run there, there might need help! - Smirnov called Kate and pulled her by the arm.
One could not understand, ran after him down the hill, barely managing to cross the legs. But a couple of times it boots faltered, and she collapsed face in the snow. Snow stung his cheeks. But Kate did not feel the pain, too great was her excitement. Andrew Strong hands grabbed her by the waist. He helped her to her feet and dragged her down again. How long they ran, she could not remember. Andrew heard loud bursts air from her lungs. He, too, was breathing heavily. His back soaked with tension.
 When they ran out into the clearing below the mountain where the helicopter crashed, they heard people screaming, mate choice and groans.
- Catch a guy ... there ... he shock! But it's alive! Catch him, he runs to the mountain - some guy yelling wildly.
 Andrew saw him from the shroud of fog jumped young guy. Warm clothes on it was not - only light jacket and jeans. Wild eyes runner said that this person is beside himself.
- A-ah-ah! .... A-ah-ah! ... - Oral fugitive.
 Andrew rushed to meet him, and, knocking, knocked to the ground. But the guy was very strong. He resisted, and roared like a hunted animal, and the pain kicked. Smirnov tried to pin him to the ground, but the soft snow is not allowed to hold down his movements.
- Kate, help me - arms, hold her hand! - Andrew cried the girl.
She ran around in confusion grappled men, not knowing how to approach. But suddenly the guy stopped beating and went limp. He only weakly sobbing.
- Now, now, calm down, boy! - Paternally gently soothed him Andrew, although the guy on the form was the same age as him.
 They ran two more. A big guy in the yellow "Alaska" and the young man in blue overalls.
- He just fell out of a helicopter! Right on top! - Shouted a man in "Alaska".
- It is necessary to put on something hard! Suddenly he had broken ... now he's just in shock and did not feel any pain! - Squeaked youth.
Andrew looked at him and realized that it was a girl.
- Look at him! - Smirnov called out to them, and rushed to the site of the helicopter crash. Remaining near the wounded man and the guy she accompanied him anxious gaze. Escape was difficult, if one can call it a run. Here in the valley, the snow was soft and sucking feet like clay. Andrew sank almost knee.
 After ten minutes, Andrew hardly reached the crash site. Yellow cap screws and black and blue blades ugly protruding arcs bent over a pile of crumpled metal. The fact that a few minutes ago, it was a beautiful streamlined fuselage, become a huge crumpled beer can. Windows broken eye socket, like tearful eyes, staring anxiously at the sky. Helicopter lay one side up. The side door was open. Gathered around her a few people.
- Look out! Watch out! Put to one side! Let's hand!
- This sort of alive, he moans!
- Take him under the arms!
When Andrew came very close, he saw lying in the snow a few people. Among them was a young girl with long brown hair. Her lifeless eyes stared at the sky. On his lips froze terrible smile. Andrew considered in the corner of his mouth a red bar with dried blood. Brown hair slightly covered his forehead. Smirnov froze for a second, looking at the terrible sight.
- Hey, you! What stood up! Come here! - Andrew shouted someone.
Smirnov started and went. Of semi-oval curved doors, three men dragged someone's body. Fourth of random rescuers, stooping, held the piece of metal sticking out, which made it difficult to extract accident. Andrew dropped to his knees and helped get the passenger. It appeared to be a man in an expensive suit. His dark hair was mixed with thick red blood. The man moaned softly. His eyes were closed.
- Bring it to the side, there's still a few people! - Shouted the bald little man in a yellow jacket.
He inadvertently took the lead. As he shouts could see that he was a doctor.
- Careful femur! Phalanges, expand! - Commanded bald burly.
Andrew carefully dragged the wounded man to the side. Convulsive movements Smirnov took off his suit jacket and threw it on the snow, put on her wounded. He groaned again. Andrew looked at his face and was stunned .... Before him lay Governor Alexey Gusev ....
Andrew dropped to her knees, not knowing what to do. Governor groaned and opened his eyes. Out of his mouth went a bloody froth. Lips moved. Burst from the lips of inarticulate sounds.
- What's that you say? - Wailed helplessly Smirnov.
Governor again groaned and tried to move his hand. Andrew took his hand and gently placed it on his chest. Gusev fingers clenched convulsively, crumpling the fabric of his jacket. His eyes rolled back. Governor poorly managed a:
- ... There - his hand crept to the collar.
Smirnov realized that Gusev has something to show him. Andrew leaned very close over his face, and asked:
- What do you want?
- There - again moaned Gusev.
Smirnov gently ran his hand over his chest. Through woolen cloth costume he found a piece of paper.
- There ...
- I get the paper? - Andrew asked in hope.
But the governor only nodded unable to answer. The life went out of his strong body. Smirnov trembling hand reached into the inside pocket of a tight piece of paper, folded in half. Her angle was stained with blood.
- Take Me - croaked Gusev.
Andrew hastily stuffed the paper in his trouser pocket. Governor slightly twitched and died. His eyes slowly closed. Smirnov dropped his head on his chest, hoping to hear my heartbeat. Boom! Boom! Like a blind clapper striking the log, compressed blood pump. Boom! Boom!
- You will live! Will live! Just do not move! - Due to Andrew.
At that moment he heard the shouts and scuffling, the creak of snow and heavy breathing.
 Smirnov looked up and saw a crowd of people. Some wore white robes, some - in police uniform. Yellow badge, like sunbeams, flashed around Smirnov.
- Here's the governor!
- This stretcher urgently!
- Customized car over to the side!
- The helicopter, the helicopter must, urgently, sanitary!
People swarmed around. Someone rudely shoved Andrew sideways, he stuck his face in the snow. Smirnov felt like crystals of snow stung his cheeks.
- Outsiders immediately get out of here! Clear the area! Put cordon! - Low sounded hoarse male voice.
- Come on, come here! - Someone pulled Andrew's jersey.
Smirnov tried to resist. But another pair of strong hands pushed him aside:
- Come on, come on! Go back to the road! Do not disturb a lifeguard! - Andrew saw a two policemen.
Behind them, on the governor bowed several people in white coats and red jumpsuits with blue crosses.
- There's my jacket remained, - weakly protested Smirnov.
- What the fuck, the jacket! - Yelled at him mordaty guards. - Get out of here ... I do not see what's happening? Then the jacket you can find. - And the policeman again pushed Andrew's shoulder.
Smirnov realized that resistance is useless and doomed to go the way. It was a whole string of different cars. White side swift and blue bars police "UAZ" lined up in a row. Beacons flashing lights shone alarmingly sinister lights woes. Andrew looked around a few times. Suddenly he noticed that the fog suddenly began to disperse and melt before your eyes ....



Chapter Thirteen



 Sat quietly in the great cabin "Land Cruiser" and could not get warm. Although the stove in the car to run at full capacity, it beat chills. Andrew teeth were chattering as if he had been dipped in cold water. The journalist knew it was a nervous shock. The best way to relax the nerves were - to drink alcohol. Smirnov leaned over the seat and fumbled a hand in a pocket on the back cover. There he found a small flat bottle. "Armenian cognac", hidden them in a "black day", found the best way possible. Several large gulps burned esophagus. Drink immediately warmed. Andrew, drank some more, took out a cigarette and lit it. He could not believe what had happened. Plane crash that killed people! Right before your eyes! This is not a sight for the squeamish. Smirnov remembered as a year ago, he had seen such a crash ....
 Then ... on the teachings of MES helicopter blade touched a tree and fell, too .... Crew commander was killed, in these teachings and the governor was Gusev. Andrew remembered his calm face. Burning helicopter - and the governor, sadly looking at the wreckage of the car. Andrew by the will of fate stood by Gusev. He was struck by the general coolness. In his eyes broke helicopters with people, and he just stood there and smoked. Smirnov remembered Gusev quietly dropped a phrase:
- Maybe I will also die in flight ...
 Nakarkat like then, a year ago, on the damned exercises.
 Door "Cruiser" dramatically opened the cabin jumped excited Victor. He was breathing heavily. His sweaty hair stuck out from under the ridiculous comb sports hats.
- Andrei! Andrei! Do you know who was flying in a helicopter? - Shouted Postnikov.
Smirnov shook his head.
- There's the governor flew Gusev! They say he fell to his death, - hissed Victor.
- I know! - Quietly uttered Smirnov.
Fasters did not understand the meaning of his words, and asked:
- What's that?
- I know Vityuha, I was there with him ... - confirmed Andrew.
- How is - was? - Asked in bewilderment Postnikov.
- Yes! I ran, and there were some people. Probably just to ski skating. Well, I helped them get the governor - he was still alive ...
- Were you there? Near the Gusev? - Do not believe Smirnov Postnikov.
- Yes, there ....
Victor looked at the bottle of brandy in his hand, and Smirnov, snatching her sudden movement, eagerly pressed his lips to the neck. Smirnov with a sad smile, looked like he swallowed the brandy. He broke away from the bottle, excitedly asked:
- So what? What did you see?
- Saw a bad governor: his serious head injury, but the heart of work, I was listening to myself ...
Postnikov eyes widened in surprise. Smirnov, took his bottle and drank brandy and said.
- Most likely, he will not live up to the hospital ....
- Do not fuck yourself, go relax! - Postnikov slapped his forehead with his palm.
- We still need to look for Petya, remember? - Asked him Andrew.
- Do not forget, do not forget me! But how to find it? In this bedlam! - Victor nodded toward the window.
For sweaty glass fussed people. On the way fro cars.
- Yes, it will have to wait a bit to calm down as soon as all you have to go to the area to claim the loss.
Postnikov nodded in agreement. He's limp and gloomy, besides cognac hit by yesterday's "yeast." Victor drunk, his eyes sparkled, as if one is about to splash tears.
 Smirnov, patted him on the shoulder and encouraged:
- Well! Victor, do not limp, you can not!
He started, and said:
- No, I was just simply terrible it is! What if we do not find and Petya?
- We find, all will be well! - Smirnov, already wanted was to get out of the car to look around, but the thought of the jacket, left there on the meadow, with the wounded governor.
The jacket was a pity. Downy brand "Columbia" was dear to him. Her mother gave last year for his birthday.
- E-me, I left a jacket there, I did the governor planted under his head! - He said, annoyed.
Postnikov looked at him sympathetically and said:
- All kranty! She is now a thing dock leaves in the case of disaster, no one now will not give you.
Andrew slammed his fist on the steering wheel. And then it seemed to needle prick in the side. Smirnov twitched and began frantically rummaging in his pants pocket. He felt there thick paper, give him governor, he took it with trembling hands, and looked at the dark maroon blood from the edge of the sheet, slowly unfolded it.
- What is it? - Asked excitedly Postnikov.
- I do not know, let's see, I do Gusev gave rather, asked to take a gesture, it was really bad ... - timidly replied Andrew.
On thick glossy paper in the corner of the original shiny coat Beloyarsk field - gold monogram with black small print at the bottom. Victor anxiously watched and waited for the document when it is read Andrew. He read the words and sentences, printed large flat letters and their meaning in his numb hands ...

Dear compatriots!
Residents Beloyarsk area! Siberians!
We appeal to you with the word, and help with the appeal!
We, the people of the world respecting our mighty and long-suffering, we can not see how our native land, rich and fertile, stolen by officials and thieves! As our people, hard-working and honest, live in poverty, unable to work with dignity!
Siberians Beloyartsev! Enough of us sack the wealth of land, forests and rivers! All this belongs to us! It has to work for the benefit of our region!
Beloyartsev!
Suggest you consider our proposal on the establishment of the state in the land of the Yenisei free and prosperous, without depending on whose whim and decree! Freedom, as our land is ours. The fate of the native land in our hands!
Beloyartsev, compatriots!
We, members and representatives of the executive power, writers, musicians, scientists and intellectuals, call upon you to support the establishment of a free and independent state!
Full authority to transfer to the newly elected democratic parliament! If your support in a national referendum, which we propose to hold a month after the publication of this appeal, we propose to form a transitional government. Up until now, all the power, financial management and legal support will now perform state action.
Freedom - that is the ultimate goal of our desire! Beloyartsev not stay away from our initiative to support us, and we promise you to do everything to make our earth has become a prosperous, that our wealth equitably, that we should not interfere with live! God help us! ...

Next came the signature. This was virtually the entire elite field. People are known and respected. People who to listen. Smirnov peered into the family and could not believe it was true. Lord! An historical thriller, a drama and a thriller on one sheet. No, that could not be! It is not even the Decembrists, it's more like the North American colonies to revolt against London! No ... this can not be!
 Postnikov, seeing such a reaction other, snatched the paper and read it. After that, he began to breathe heavily and excitedly and mumbled something unintelligible.
 Andrew opened the second sheet of paper. On it were written the names of the proposed members of the transitional government. Smirnov again sighed. Near muttered obomlevshy Victor:
- Well, e-my! Well, vlipli! Well, hell, we went! Well, e-my! Well, vlipli ...
Smirnov strictly looked at him and shoved his elbow in the ribs:
- Shut up! Shut up!
Postnikov but turned and yelled at full throat:
- What the hell are you Gusev took the papers? You know what will happen now? This is the bomb! Bomb!
Andrew slightly taken aback. In Postnikov was very scary face. Bulging eyes, compressed into a narrow strip of upturned mouth and eyebrows. So Andrew has not seen it.
- You do not know what story got in! And I pulled a trailer! - Oral Victor.
- Victor, calm down. Enough to shout!
- Stop yelling! - Persisted Postnikov, the stress had swollen veins in his temples, and, like little snakes, moving with every word.
- Yes you - fool! Fool! You're looking for a sensation? You find it on your ass! And on my too! You are not just found, and found with a big problem!
 Sat quietly and said nothing. He was waiting at the end of its Postnikov fuse. This was often with him. Victor was a violent man, but very quickly moved away from the short tantrums. Indeed, in a minute Postnikov paused and looked confused already in the eyes of others.
- Everything calmed down, and now listen. It is urgent to get out of here. Urgent - this is the first! Second - no one saw that Gusev gave me the papers! Next one was not, so one can hardly know what they were at it. Third - we have not done anything wrong! We just read and can return those papers anywhere, they are of little value, at least for us, is not present. And we can even return them anonymously.
 Postnikov calmed down a bit after these words. Smirnov composure affected him better than any belief. Seeing this, Andrew said very quietly:
- And most importantly: no one needs to know that we have read, no one! For now, I'll hide them all, they are not! - Andrew folded sheets with the official stamp and shoved under the carpet near the pedals.
- And now ... go wash your face ... and the snow come here claw! Do you have a license Cop?
Postnikov nodded.
- Well, then we have to leave here! Talk to the cordon, and let's go!
While Victor washed, Andrew pushed small BBQ, standing next to the car, collected bags and threw it all in the trunk. Fasters got into the car wash flushed from the snow. Smirnov looked at it and approved:
- Here is another thing! Now wipe your face with a towel, it is there, in the back, and touch!
 Leave the cordon was much easier than imagined Andrew. They stopped a couple of times militiaman, but Victor showed them his business card, and they retreated to a colleague.
 Victor Smirnov specially planted behind the wheel, knowing that if a passenger Postnikov go, you'll probably fall asleep. Although, of course, to trust the person driving, has just taken on the chest hundred and fifty grams of cognac, it was dangerous, but Smirnov decided to take a chance. Just no more output.
 To the district center was thirty kilometers. The road winds through the mountain slopes gently rocking twists. Blue sky and beautiful scenery is good. Smirnov and Postnikov silent all the way. Talk after stressful experiences do not want.
 When the "Cruiser" has rode into town, Smirnov thought of Kate. He broke up with a girl there on snowy ground near the crashed helicopter. Andrew lost it in the confusion. What a ridiculous short meeting. Surely, they would never meet again. Smirnov did not even ask what Katie's name, and why? It was just a short alpine affair, without continuing, with such a tragic end. Andrew sighed.
- What sigh? Remember this girl? - As if reading his thoughts Postnikov.
- Yes, a little bit sorry. I do not recognize the names, one only, that of Kemerovo was - did not lie Andrew.
- Hmm. Do not know? But I know! Reznikov's her name, she lives on the street sports, but here at home do not know ...
- Do you know her name? Why? - Surprised Smirnov.
- Why, why - just like that! Cop or not I? And what is useful. Maybe I have a business trip to Kemerovo to go, where to stay though. However, not Kate, of course, but I telefonchik they took! - Boasted Postnikov.
Andrew gratefully looked at each other. Victor looked away from the road and winked Smirnov.






                Chapter Fourteen



 District police station was a normal village house with dirty frayed flag on the ledge. Faded red panel in the bright mountain sun and lifeless overhang crumpled rag on a crooked wooden flagpole. Porch was - old police "UAZ" with clumsy words "Duty" on board.
- So much for rural Aniskina live in the last century - sadly Postnikov said, nodding at the police department,
 Inside the house police were even worse than the outside. Rough wooden floor and curved walls with flowered wallpaper vulgar. Directly opposite the entrance gaping small window, like cash. The inscription "duty to police department" looked at him funny and ridiculous. Nestled in the corner of a big green pot with a tap at the bottom of the curves. Nearby, on a stool - aluminum cup on a chain.
- Yes. Electronic database they are likely not, even if the phone was, perhaps, - said Andrei grimly, leaning in a little window.
 Inside was not on duty. It komorke not even light. Smirnov specially coughed loudly, trying to attract the attention of the inhabitants of this village police department.
 On the side there was a creaking door. Before them there was a fat aunt, uniformed sergeant. Her hair was dyed bright orange. Seen a taste of rural militsionershi was a large bias towards explicitly radical colors. Fatty stared at the visitors and, propping side arms, said:
- What do you want?
 Victor stared in amazement at his orange hair rural counterparts. Smirnov smiled and said politely:
- We would need attendant.
Aunt snorted contemptuously:
- Hmm, is not, and will probably not soon ...
- And who is now a senior? We need to write a statement.
Militsionersha sighed wearily.
- I'm in charge here!
- Excuse me, but where is everybody? - To laugh, Postnikov said.
Aunt important pouted and mumbled:
- And it's not your business! This official secret!
-Here's how, on a secret mission, or what? - Victor maliciously teased her.
Militsionersha very angry, and his jaw thrust forward, like a camel, has moved to the Postnikov, threatening to flatten it with his large breasts.
- But it's not your mind, they said - will be later!
Victor took out a card and put it under his nose zealous militsionershe. She saw the red cover, has changed dramatically in the face. Harsh prison law forbidding mask replaced kindly face of rural residents.
- And, you're out of control Beloyarsky? Well, that's you! So at once and said, come on, please! - And she pointed to the door of the office.
 There she began to fuss and invited guests to sit down.
- Oh, you know! Just this morning we've got a stir! The personnel of the alarm raised. Even those who are on vacation and just something we have twelve people ....
- Is this because of a helicopter crash? - Andrew asked sternly.
- Yes. And you already know? - Asked bewildered aunt.
- Yes, we know. - Postnikov looked kettle standing on the windowsill.
- You do not have some tea Treat?
- Oh, yes, of course! My name is Vera S., Malkova ...
- Very nice, it's Andrew, and I'm Victor S., - said formally introduced Postnikov.
Andrew said, as he walked in his usual role of "official".
- Vera S., and you have that in general there is not one of the officers?
-Yes, we are only five with the chief, but they all brought back to the accident site! I was here on the phone left, am I a woman, I go on duty at police station.
- And then, maybe you can help us, once you have a duty to stand up, the book is something of counts of incidents of crime you have?
- Yes, of course, as without it - we keep all of the instructions! - Proudly said Vera S..
- That's right! - Postnikov she smiled.
- Only here accidents and crimes we have, well, the force - one or two a week! - Sadly noticed militsionersha.
- It's not what you have in Beloyarsk, I when there was a duty on the courses, so blown away - two hundred registered for the day! We and a half in two years is not reached.
- Yes, Beloyarsk - million city what to do, a big crime.
Boomed in the window maker. The steam escaped his snub nose up and hit the glass. It immediately misted bizarre pattern. Vera S. carefully pulled out of the closet three cups. On the table there was biscuits and jam in a small bowl on a high foot.
- Here, help yourself, my jam, strawberry - confusedly invited guests Vera S..
- Thank you! - Andrew sipped hot tea.
- And you said something about the statement. What, have you test us? According to the? - Militsionersha nervously eyed the Postnikov.
- No, not in any case - he reassured her.
Militsionersha relieved.
- We have lost a friend and the car it's like you have helped us in the search!
- What is missing, where?
- Why go skiing, he and his wife, and is not, and then the car disappeared from the parking lot. - Smirnov set the cup on the saucer.
Vera S. ruefully shook his head.
- Do you have something for the night nothing happened? - Asked Postnikov.
- We? No, like anything, and I was the output! I just replaced tomorrow, but today's raised the alarm, I just have my sister, that is, the day of birth. It's a shame! Maybe your friend and his wife just left home without telling you?
- No, but of course, we hope, but that's all the same to you decided to drop! All we had left their shoes! They were skiing, skiing is what we in our car, we carry on the roof, and they have - "four", a special trunk no.
- Yes, that's the trouble - Vera S. shook her head.
 Suddenly there was a noise in the hall steps. The door creaked and a man appeared in the doorway in a gray sweater and black fur hat on his head. He was kind of excited.
- S.! I've just been on a long journey of the old! On the gravel road! There, in the valley, stone the crows, the machine is broken, lies - all burnt! Still smoking! Someone evidently crashed!
Vera S. flinched. Postnikov stood up and asked:
- What kind of car?
Man looked first at him and then at Smirnov said uncertainly:
- I do not know, it is deep in the gorge at the bottom, I did not go down down!
Andrew also left the table. Walking up to the man, he pulled his sleeve jerseys:
- What is the car is, the cargo or passenger?
- Passenger car! Passenger car! - He muttered helplessly. - Lying in the valley on one side, all wrinkled!
- A color which, in the car? Mark? - Shouted Postnikov.
A man lost his head completely, and glotnuv for breath like a fish, he replied:
- So it does not know, I can not see it - it is battered, and the color could not tell it all black, charred!
Postnikov grabbed him by the shoulder
- You can show the place?
- Yes! Of course, that does not show something, it's there, twelve miles, stone the crows!
- Come on, now! - Victor ordered, pulling quite distraught man ....
Although up to Raven Stones were only twelve miles, to get to him, they were able to just an hour. Heavy "Land Cruiser" barely crawling along a deserted gravel road. Faster travel was impossible. The road was completely broken. Moreover, on the one hand went down deep cliff, and the other hanging over the steep mountain track. With her and then rolled small stones, threatening to win over real rockfall.
 Raven Stones called rock. It was really scary place. The road makes a sharp turn, going up. At the bend of the cliff towered a black lump on top and went down a deep chasm with steep slopes.
 Postnikov SUV stopped at the edge of the road - there was a small playground. The first out of the car conductor. A guy in a sweater ran to the edge of the cliff and have handed down:
- Get out! There she is there - you can see, deep!
Andrei and Victor came up to him and looked down. At the bottom of the gorge lay the battered body of the car. His elongated roof black blot sticking out of the snow. But even from the top, in spite of the altitude, it was evident that it was "Lada" fourth model ....
Andrew looked at Victor and suddenly noticed - his face change. It has become like an old mop - gray and lifeless. In the eyes of the Postnikov came fear, which a moment ago was not. Victor looked with horror at the bottom of the gorge and muttered something. So Smirnov his friend never seen. Shaking hands and nervous movements. Postnikov slouched and shifting from foot to foot. Andrew realized that the decisive action of it now will not wait.
 Smirnov began to go down. Others stayed to wait for him at the top. Victor nervously smoked and was watching the movements of another. Vera S., which is also tied to it, and stood quietly lamented:
- God, what is happening today? Lord, everything was so quiet! As jinxed who!
 Postnikov it looked unhappy, and she stopped. Andrew silhouette flashed between rocks. Victor had not stood waiting, and throwing his cigarette, he shouted:
- Andrei! Well, what? - The echo of his voice resounded through the gorge.
- Victor! Petina this car! Need to call the team here! Here are two corpses! - Sounded ominous response from the bottom of the abyss ....

 Wait for an investigation team from the region have long. There was no communication, so went back to the village. Only in the evening arrived operations group and the investigator. True, the brand new "Field" gives hope that crow before they reach the stone faster than the hulking "Cruiser".
 Andrew refused to go back into the valley. Seen discourage any desire to watch the second time on the burnt remains of Peter and his wife. And the fact that it was them, Smirnov, no doubt. He waited in the township police department in the office of Vera Sergeyevna. With operations group went Postnikov.
 They returned late at night. Tired Victor went to the office and complained said to Andrew:
- Come on, you still have to interview, the investigator waits ... there, in the duty room ...
Smirnov looked at each other and said quietly:
- You know what, Victor, I forgot to tell you.
Postnikov alert.
- What else? Maybe enough of these terrible surprises?
Andrew sighed
- No, I have to tell you this, it is necessary to consult.
- Well, say it! - Muttered irritably Postnikov.
- You see, yesterday, when you went to kemerovchanam, because I went to park the car Petin watch.
- Well, I know you did not find it there, the watchman said that another man took it, and so what may, this guard was mistaken! You see, at the wheel, then Peter and his wife sitting beside him. They just killed, corny highway robbery. They have no forensic traces of violent death were found. You know them, they have always done all of a sudden. I think this time just drove off here, to this fucking Raven Stones!
- No, Victor, I'm not talking about that! When you've got drunk yesterday, I did not then say, and then he was drunk, Well, our car with you, too, someone climbed! Some guy tried to climb inside, I saw!
Postnikov made a disgruntled face and said:
- So what, you never know what the thieves dart there, maybe just like that whip!
- No, Victor! Too much of a coincidence! I have nothing I do. And do not forget about the fact that we're reading! I think all of the events are not random!
- Listen, Andrei, let it go! You have once again erupted your journalistic imagination! Drop it! I understand: the stress, the governor broke, Peter died! But it's all a series of circumstances!
- Still, I disagree with you. So tell me about your suspicions about the guy and the investigator?
Postnikov scratched hair on top and in thought, replied:
- I would not say that, first, they did not check it, just not in their power, which is now and who to look for? And secondly, you remember that you and I have promised each other? And Petya Sveta will not come back! So let's say the standard is better, and we must get out of here! I'm tired, want to go home! And now I have to prepare for the funeral! Petya need to bury a human. Native, he has not! Svetka - somewhere in Irkutsk.
 Andrew looked into his eyes and took a deep breath, walked out of the office.



Chapter Fifteen



 The president sat in a big leather chair and looked through reports sent to him from the Cabinet. Figures like exemplary soldiers stretched out in single file. The President looked at the data and, looking up from the paper, frowning, looking at the large window. In the skies over Moscow nasty gray circled the February blizzard.
 The president did not like Moscow. Swagger and some middle-class, she seemed to him too motley and unkempt. Mixed architecture centuries looked like a patchwork quilt in the market. There was in the city the capital of rigor. Not for nothing, Peter abandoned the ancient capital and main city of Russia moved to the swamp, where again, as if a new national idea, built a beautiful city.
 Oh, if you could do it all over again! Great empire of Russia Devoted to mock upstart advokatishkam, failures and Jews-adventurers. Their delusions are eaten themselves, but plunged into poverty great people. Folly, for which so cruelly had paid the greatest nation! Oh, if we could all go back! But history will not return back, it can only do not repeat again. The mistakes and weakness, indecision and softness.
 But that requires had an idea. Real, national, nationwide idea! The president understood that without a clear purpose can not return the power and greatness of the country. But how to return the power of the empire, when, very near, just beyond the old brick wall is still a mummy as a terrible mark of hell. The people still strong sentiments urovnilovki, division and envy. Lack of respect for other people's work and talent! There are - a huge army mired in larceny officials who do not want to make a difference! Corrupt courts and prosecutors Kholuy! Alcoholics and rotten army cumbersome and corrupt police!
 The country is bursting at the seams! Muslim ideas are strong in the Transcaucasian republics, gives separatism of Tatarstan and Bashkortostan, moving further away Siberia! No, you have to change everything! If you do not attempt to save the country, it will split into fiefdoms in fifteen or twenty years.
The people expected him to decisive action. People trust him, because he is not, for in this country - the second, after God. So is the Russian mentality. The President, as the king has to be strong otherwise collapse. The collapse of the state. It has already happened in the Russian history.
 Suddenly beeped signal of emergency calls. The president frowned and stood up from his chair, walked over to the phone. Flashing lights due to the chairman of the FSB. The President sighed and picked it up.
- Yes, what else?
- Sorry, Sergey, Urgent: trouble in Beloyarsk region.
- What is it, Gusev with his statement? How was the response?
- Unfortunately, no, it did not come ...
- What changed his mind?
- No, his helicopter crashed in the early morning in the Sayan Mountains, is dead, Gusev himself died on the way to the hospital!
- What! How is it broken?
The president paused to digest the information, but in a few seconds came around and said softly into the phone:
- Immediately come to me, now!
- Yes!
The president leaned over the table and, drawing his shoulders and whispered to himself:
- Bastards, bastards, this - their handiwork, lying, dog! - And pressed the call button Minister of Emergency.
At the end of the line cracked, and there was a wheezing voice minister:
- Yes, Sergey! I'm listening!
- Oleg, where are you?
- I eliminate the effects of the floods in the Arkhangelsk region, now that I fly in a helicopter.
- Turn back immediately, I was departing - your brother died this morning! On your home disaster!
- And I was told that the helicopter crashed in Sayan, I know!
- How to report? Before me?
- He has recently fallen, just, to me in touch duty officer came out, but we have something broke!
- Oh, so that - in the Gusev helicopter flying! Immediately takes off to me!
- Yes, Sergey,'ll be a couple of hours!
President hung up and glared at the soulless phone. Here's who - the phone can write these memoirs, from which then the world will be sick! President when he noticed that he thought about the phone as an animate being.
- From here just'll go crazy! - President grunted and went back into the chair.
No, they definitely fsbshniki rush. That's not right. So, you see, and to the cult of personality dictatorship and far! And, most importantly, they lie without blushing! Lie! Machinations behind the back building, bitch tribe!
 System Cheka, GPU, NKVD, KGB - terrible office, grind anyone! The President himself comes out of it, but what's the point! That's him on the people - the guarantor of the Constitution, but in real life? In reality, they - by themselves, and even crush! You bastards! No, definitely need to excoriate! Who we serve? Who? What more do you want? Really like this, and will be forever, when the head of the Russian state, with an eye on their running dogs! All, all were afraid of them! Even Stalin! Vsehoni eaten! Even Stalin! Did not spare his children. Basil for ten years - in prison, and then as the dog buried in Kazan. Svetlana, thank God, though, remained alive, but, what a life it was!
 Is it possible that his children should become victims? No! You can not! This is unacceptable! They would be better fought against foreign enemies. And the fact that one-legged chase Basayev two years in the mountains, but what's the point? How to blow up the soldiers and explodes as hostage-taking - and keeps an army of slaves! No, the FSB had to do something! Of course, you can shuffle the cards, but the terms of the relocation of the sum, as we know, does not change! Must have something to do with the system, and that so that's one point, you see, and the presidential jet crash landing! Too far to go Brothers KGB!
 Gusev, of course, an upstart, a romantic with a general way of thinking! Unceremoniously would take everything! But on the other hand, it can not do so, he's the governor, who was elected! He is, in fact, would benefit. It is impossible for people striving for good kill! No matter how foolish they are!
 The President sighed and leaned back in his chair. If he knew that the power - such a nasty thing! If he knew then, in the ninety-ninth. No, the second would not have dared, under no pressure! And then choose a scapegoat! No need to change anything!
 Entered the office assistant. Indifferent face with no facial expressions. Indifferently and narrow elongated mouth. Ideal flunky, from which no demand. So - automatic, robot zombies.
- Sergey, all assembled.
The President looked at the image's displeasure at the door and nodded.
- Who's there? Who came?
- All. FSB Director, First Deputy Minister of Emergency, he had not yet arrived, the prime minister and the chairman of the Federal Assembly - all as expected in such cases.
- Well, in the small hall of them, I am now!


 In the small room was a large round table and high leather chairs around. Dear walnut paneled walls and a few chairs around them. Austere interior, parquet solid, no-nonsense, nothing to distract attention. Here, in a small room, take the most important decisions.
 The President went quietly. Present startled when he sat down in the chair. Real circus - the president liked to hit others.
 He slowly looked around at all the men at the table. In the eyes of most, loyalty and fear. Only the director of the FSB calm, looking defiant. Breathing even. That's what a workout! Not that this gopher - Chairman of the Federal Assembly. A year ago, he must have handed over the bottle in St. Petersburg! Junior Researcher, shagnuvshy in the power elite, and so it became not. Stupid cardboard wolf, ready to lick the cream out of devotion to the shoes! Prime too. Though outwardly calm, but certainly back soaked. Jew, who knows how to behave, but does not know how to hide their immorality. A kind of suicide for the sake of money. Well, God be with him, he would still come here for a year, and he knows it. Well, the deputy head of MES and in general - eyes half a ruble, hands shaking, no joke - the first time the president, in a small room! Okay, you have to calm down.
 The president barely perceptible nod.
- Hello, ladies and gentlemen, let's begin. Word to you - the president stopped, he could not remember the name and patronymic mchsnika.
But that and did not require it at once called. Frantically twisting a piece of paper in his hands, he quickly muttered:
- Early Notification of disaster came at five-thirty in Moscow ... The information was processed. Clarification came in six twenty-eight, were alerted all the top officials of the country. Previously, on board the helicopter were fifteen people. Six killed, three - in serious condition, the others received minor injuries. Among the dead - the governor of Beloyarsk Gusev Korza his deputy, the head of the district Churnigovskogo Popov, a journalist for a local TV Kiseleva, a local newspaper reporter and cameraman of the local Andreev STRC Soshin. According to a preliminary version of the helicopter caught the local power line and cut the rear screw, collapsed in the snow tridtsatimetrovoy height. Weather in the fall was the summer, the wind of three to five meters per second, the air temperature - minus twelve. That's all.
 The President once again nodded. FSB director wrote something down in his notebook.
- Why he flew on power lines? - The president asked.
Mchsnik flustered and forced himself to say:
- It is not known yet, Comrade President. According to the air traffic controller for a few minutes before the accident on board the helicopter were denied navigation devices, most likely, the crew went on visual observation.
 The President frowned. Mchsniku whispered sitting next prime minister.
- I'm sorry, Mr. President. Now we find out the black boxes from the accident were removed and sealed!
- What all he had to do in this situation? I mean, the captain - the president asked.
- Well, according to instructions, he had to sit down or crashes, but there is no place to be, or to go back to the base, but it - seven hundred kilometers. Why he continued the flight is still unknown.
- Maybe he was told, maybe he himself Gusev ordered to continue the flight? - Dryly asked the director of the FSB.
President to see what he was driving. Now do so, that all will blame himself Gusev. Masterstroke, feels school. Mchsnik shrugged. But for him the president replied:
- Let's not until the conclusions and assumptions do form the commission. Finally, it will, but for now - just the facts, please. Who offer a commission? - The power the president asked the prime minister.
He raised a sheet over the table and said:
- I suggest: Minister of Emergency Situations, Minister of Civil Aviation, Chairman of the Federal Assembly and the Director of the Federal Security Service. Well, experts, engineers, design office Mile.
 President to see what he was driving. Leaning back in his chair, he carefully looked at the list referred to it assistant:
- No, the FSB director excluded. He's got so much work, Chechnya! He will be replaced - by the Secretary of the Security Council. Suppose, too, will understand. The main thing - to provide care of relatives of the victims, to organize a proper funeral, after all, the head of the region died. Besides, it is necessary to strengthen the control for such flights. I think the time to cancel all flights officials regions by helicopter. I personally will fly to the funeral. To set a date. Region does not have to suffer! This is to you - the president nodded to the Prime Minister.
 - That's it! All are free, except for the director of the FSB, you stay, - concluded the president.


 FSB director was sitting at the empty table. He drew in a notebook intricate shapes in anticipation as they remain with the president alone. Barely room empty, he raised his eyes and looked at the President.
- Sergey, I did not understand, what is it? Are you not trust me? - He asked, offended the president.
Someone tapped his fingertips across the polished table, said softly.
- Igor, tell me this is the work of your Eagles? Perhaps a special department tried?
- Sergei, how could you, I'm always reporting to you about everything!
- I see, as reported, when the operation is carried out! - The president raised his voice.
In the notes of his voice, the FSB director heard the threat.
- Sergei, you yourself scout know that the highest office without authorization does not start operation ever!
- Yes, I know, so I do not understand - who decided this? Why without you doing a surgery?
- Sergey, I give the word! This set of circumstances, the helicopter was faulty! PTL! Of mine, no one worked!
- Igor, are you me for a fool here ... - the president wanted to say, "hold", but stopped short and, after a pause, he added: - ... you think?
- No, why are you so ... Sergey, I told you as to the spirit ...
- Do not believe it! Do not believe it! We emphasize it is yours! It can not, for no reason, no reason to fly a helicopter on power lines! Can not!
- Sergey, I'm telling you - not mine!
- Yes! Then who? Who, if not your own? Terrorists?
- I do not know, now we will find out, but I'll give my head on the block - not mine! Someone voluntarily worked. And, very clean! No trace! Several of my there were, indeed, but it's not them!
The President thought. Director spoke sincerely, and in his words he felt no tricks, president knew him from school KGB inside out.
- You want to say that somebody else is working? And, well, clearly and quietly?
FSB director sighed and said:
- So, so ...
- Hmm, interesting. Things-what an amazing happening in our country! Beloyarsk - it's not Chechnya! It is the southern Siberia! Who can work there?
- I do not know, Sergei, I do not know where I will organize special group for analysis, here I want to ask you for authorization ... - FSB director handed a sheet with the report.
The President gave him a quick glance and said:
- Igor, you know the rules: do not sign such papers, all - only orally archive there is nothing.
The director nodded and took the piece of paper. The President looked at him and said:
- No, Igor, this paper is better for you all, to destroy - do not ...
- Got it, burn!
- I told you that's what I want to say - the president looked into the eyes of the director.
- I get the impression that someone who did not know, started the game, and I do not like it! What brewed Gusev, just do not do it! This is his kind of loud statement - so Filkina charter, and he knew it. No one would not have supported it. Pure adventure! Siberia, of course, a troubled region, but now is not the time! People still are not ready for such a step. Expect no reaction would be. But not in this case. I clearly feel that this is a trial balloon? And imagine if one day in sixteen, for example, there will be areas of Siberia such statements? It will be a serious. And that someone else understands! Either this is rock the boat, either .... Or do not know ...
- Here I am, Sergey, I do not know who stirred up this mess on amerikosov it does not seem ...
- Yes, but you're out there working with Gusev?
- To work, but further analysis, we did not go!
- Who, who else was? Names, that is? Well there went over to local politicians, they have a serious mood. I personally spoke with writer Astakhov - feel some good brain washed!
- That's why I sent to the group there today.
- Yes, I do some work. By the way, there is this statement, then?
- No, he's in one instance was Gusev, and sealed his office, a computer is nothing.
- And then where is the original? Gusev could not have such a statement in memory do? And members of the probe is necessary, only accurately and tactfully, and in general anyone who knows anything!
- I'll do it myself, Sergey, myself!
- Good. And, Igor, I ask: in the press that - no - no! We do not need unnecessary investigations there! Zhurnalyug on a leash and keep in check, but also carefully and discreetly!
- No, that's good. Incidentally, I err: crews from the U.S. Britain and Germany was not allowed, they did a hitch with registration. And they were right in a helicopter! Can you imagine? Hide under the carpet would not have the situation!
- So, still working, - the President said reproachfully. - Okay, do not go too badly, too, let go of TV, and that they suspect something!
- It has already started up, they fly in Beloyarsk, and the reason is - the funeral Gusev - FSB director said cynically.
The president did not say anything, and just shook his head.



Chapter Sixteen




 Terrible night. Sleep - like a horror movie. You - the main character, but it's happening to you all for real. Consciousness is completely at the mercy of fear and hysteria. No way out. No hope, everything is bad. Solid film, no hope! Ruthless People are after you! They are always there. They are always lucky. You're always a moment late. No, it has to end sometime! Be! Good would win! But once again the evil stronger.
 Andrew was awakened by his screams. On the wall, like a phantom, the bright spots from the headlights of cars. Silence, only the distant sounds of street noises.
 Smirnov looked at her body. He was lying across the bed. Nightmare forced to fight in it for real, all the muscles. Knocked sheet, a pillow on the floor, leaning hurt crumpled sideways.
 Andrew shook his head, trying to finally wake up from the nightmare. The memory brought him back to reality, which was not much better. Peter. Helicopter crash. Do not want to wake up.
 Smirnov got out of bed and went to the kitchen. It turned on the light and opened the refrigerator. Cold milk cheered. Andrew sat on a chair and lit a cigarette. In the doorway, there was my mother - Alla Andreevna. An elderly woman dropping her eyes from the bright light. Her colorful nightie looked ridiculous in the dark corridor.
- Son! What a nightmare? You were screaming.
- Yes, Mom, go to bed, go, hard day tomorrow and you and I have.
- Son! You're all about the poor Pete! Anything can happen! This is the life! I know he was your friend. But one does not kill! You can not, the nerves, they can not be restored! - Alla Andreevna went up to him and stroked his head.
 He felt - warm and caring, emanating from her hand.
- You become much smoke - it's bad, all of your journalists, they Kuryak and drunks. A foul as cobblers!
- How do you know?
- I've heard, when you then the company was going to! A girl! Phi - vulgar everything painted and bulging tits! As if bragging! Do not even think of such a marriage!
- Mom! I do not intend to get married! Sooner me more!
- How early? Twenty-seven! It's time for me to have to babysit grandchildren! But, not like you at work! Do not marry these!
- Mom! I'm not going! Go to sleep!
- Son! Where's jacket? The one that I told you a birthday present? You like without him back?
 Andrew painfully remembered the jacket left by a wounded governor. Lord! Only not figured on it!
- I have it in the car Vitka left - Andrew lied.
- Tomorrow, Take! I do not like it when you can dispose of their stuff!
- Well, I will take away, Mom, go to bed - busy day tomorrow.
Alla Andreevna sat opposite his son and stared into his eyes. Andrew looked away and took a deep drag on his cigarette.
- Andrew! Something else happened, except the death of Peter and his wife?
- No, where did you get?
- I see - you're not sad, you're excited! And this is two different things! I know you inside out!
- No, it's okay.
- No, what happened? What did you do?
- No, Mom ...
- No, tell me what happened?
- I just saw this accident, the helicopter - it is terrible! People have died, and two I know personally, they worked in urban TV stations ...
 Alla Andreevna again stroked his head.
- Poor boy! Ah!
- Mom! I want to ask you a favor: if someone would ask where I was on the weekend, do not say that I was there, in the Sayan Mountains, okay?
- Good. So, something happened?
Alla Andreevna sighed and walked out of the kitchen.



- Do you understand what I have to give the whole car! - Shouted at Victor Vladimir Ergunov.
 This is his "Land Cruiser" Postnikov and Smirnov took to go to the Sayan Mountains. Egrgunov chastised Victor, as a schoolboy. He sat with bowed head, and looked at his shoes. "Cruiser", they returned with a tremendous scratch. One of the falling rocks in the gorge near the Raven stone hit the door expensive SUV.
 Actually Volodya was a good man and an old friend of Smirnov and Postnikov, but when it came to his things and money, it became too scrupulous.
- Well, well, a rock fell from the mountain, but the wash, you might car? Or just know how to skate? - Echoed Volodkin bass on a huge boxing.
- Vova, there was no time! Peter was killed, we went to look for him, count, days were consumed! - Was justified guilty voice Victor.
- Wheeling! Petya, of course, I'm sorry, but you can not so! By the way, we must somehow arrange funerals - Ergunov relented.
His voice sounded notes of regret.
- In! And I - the same thing, but we have to Andrei Well, thousands of three, will be, and the rest, can you give?
- What is the market, well, of course, the ladies, but I myself will all do! And then you give money, you spend it on Well what the hell!
- Vova, you do not go too - offended Postnikov.
- Okay, okay, then I'll throw more beads!
- What do you mean? - Did not understand the sudden insertion of beads Victor.
- Oh ... - waved Ergunov.
 Vladimir was an entrepreneur. He had the luxury cars, a lot of money, but that's to give it did not matter. At the time, while Smirnov and Postnikov studied at the university, was wound Ergunov "hook" to Turkey to buy clothing and forged a travel on their starting capital. As a result, when friends are degreed young professionals Ergunov became respectable businessman with secondary education.
 But at times he wanted to seem educated, although this is not very good at it. And such unexpected insertion into the conversation as "pro beads", he did a very funny and out of place, not knowing the meaning of words.
- Okay, wise guy, Andrew, how?
- Yes it is normal, even though he, you know, something like a failure of nerve!
- Failure? Of course, here you pick from the mountain, with the chain! - Ergunov walked around the "Cruiser" with his hands in his trouser pockets. - That would make you wash it now!
- Well, let's wash my! Why do not you feel better? - Quite upset at his friend Victor.
- Fuck you ... - waved at him and opened the door Ergunov the driver.
- And then, under the rug, what? - Vladimir pulled the rubber rug.
 In Postnikov stung at heart. There, under the pedals, they hid those damn paper given to the dying governor Smirnov! But Vladimir did not pick up a rug, but only picked up his two fingers and let go:
- Lit here syphilis! - He muttered.
Fasters with Ergunovym was watching and could not utter a word. How is it that they forgot to remove Andrew the damn paper! Lord, that they burned!
- Well, why do not I'll take you! Where are you? - Vladimir asked for Victor and nodded at his "Mercedes".
 Victor looked with horror on the dirty "Cruiser". He realized that it was not able to pick up the damn papers.
- I can be up to the job, I - the city council - he mumbled.
- Get in! Here we go, and I'm late! I also planning session! I did, after all, General Manager - snidely remarked Ergunov.
 He waited Postnikov sit in "Mercedes", then hit the button on a small remote control, which he held in his hand. The huge iron gate slowly came down, closing the entrance to the box.
   

Chapter Seventeen



 Andrew stared at the misted glass bus and caught myself thinking that everything has changed. Hometown has some gray and cheerless. He's like a sloppy muddy the February snow passer in a hurry to unloved work. Strained faces of the passengers, the clumsy red trams, the same type of gray houses - all longing, sadness, strange irritation. And there Petit! And never will. A man so little in this world! People do not know that a good man has become less, two, ten ... Strange creatures. Mind, let you fly into space - and everyday habit to death. Indifference to the misfortunes of others. There is so much misery and injustice!
 Smirnov started. He realized that, if not longer confused in their arguments, then cry. As a child. Directly on the site crowded bus.
 The bus rumbled hysterically, as if it was his last flight in life and, hissing compressed air braking system, opened the door to the bus stop. Thrusting his thick conductress handful trivia, Smirnov popped out.
 At the corner of the house his eyes fell on the tricolor flag hanging. State flag, like a wounded neck, hanging from a wooden flagpole. At the top of the shaft was perched a little black bow.
- The city declared a day of mourning for victims of the disaster ... - Sounded calm female voice.
Smirnov turned and saw beside me an old woman. Pensioner sad looking at Andrew.
- The governor of the victims, told reporters .... - She nodded at the flag.
- Yes, of course, I know - as if frightened, Smirnov said nervously and quickly walked away.
 In the foyer was a large TV obituary - in the form of a sheet of drawing paper inside the thick black border. On the table was a vase of flowers. Smirnov lingered sad writings. Guard approached him and touching the shoulder, said softly:
- Well, Andrew, as Congress, for a ride?
Smirnov, sighed and said:
- Yes, say bad, it would be better not to go. How do you know that I went to skate?
- You own me boasted Thursday that popret in Sayan! Are not you there? - Guard nodded to the obituary.
Smirnov started and muttered irritably:
- No, not there, somewhere else ...
- Yes! And there you see these as a ride, too, say the track flew open! - Sighed sadly guard.
- I see ... - Andrew put his head down and walked through the guardhouse.
 After handing in the wardrobe and sheepskin hat, he took to the correspondent. The usual throng Monday irritated. Colleagues were busy planning meetings before and ran past each other, casually greeted, nodding their heads, like a horse at the races.
 Andrew went to his workplace and stopped in surprise. For his computer sat unknown girl. She peered closely at the monitor and something to type.
 Smirnov came to her side and, standing beside the chair, and began to consider intruders. The bright, slightly ashen hair, arranged in a neat hairstyle with whisk at the back. Slightly upturned nose and thin eyebrows in the expansion. Cosmetics minimum. Beautiful high chest is hidden in gray wool sweater. Stranger Smirnov liked. In her features looked through something gentle and kind.
Girl, oblivious to his presence, drummed on the keys.
- Hmm ... hmm ... - Andrew spoke up.
The stranger looked at him confused and smiled.
- Sorry, it's - worth? - She nodded at the monitor.
Her voice caught Smirnov faint accent that reminded Baltic.
- Actually, yes - Andrew smiled.
- I'm available, I will do it free - funny replied the stranger.
- Nothing, nothing - print.
- I'm a little to write, send the Internet! - She smiled apologetically.
- Yes, my name is Andrei, Andrei Smirnov, I news correspondent.
- A.. oh! Call me, call - Eva, Eva Stoltz!
-Are you a foreigner? - Andrew guessed.
- Oh! Yes! I am from Germany, arrived after today!
- Are you saying yesterday.
- I ... well ... yesterday! I say in Russian is good, but when the waves, the confusing words, forgive me!
- What do you mean, you speak perfect, sorry I just do not know how to speak German. And you come to work? To us?
- Yes, it works! I am a correspondent of DEC from Berlin. That we have - how to say? - Bundes channel!
- And you want to say - a public channel.
- Yes! State! - Glad prompts Andrew German.
At this point, because of the large glass partition that separated and editorial correspondence, he heard a shout imperious chief editor Pronkina.
- Smirnov! Smirnov! Come here! Urgent!
Andrew shrugged and went on to call his boss. German woman smiled and held his friendly eyes.
 Pronkin sat with an air of importance, lounging in a big leather chair, sucking hard pencil.
- Yes ... - Smirnov sat down in the chair opposite and looked at the editor.
- Look, Andrew, you're it - you did know how to shoot?
- I can, though, of course, that the removal or anyone.
Pronkin mysteriously looked at the correspondent and scowled
- Well, you do it, come on, come on speak maliciously! No time - planning session soon!
- I did not speak maliciously, it is necessary, then?
Pronkin sighed
- Yes, that's, you know ... - Editor nodded to partition towards Germans. - Brought a guest here, you know ...
Andrew looked at Eve, which is again printed text.
- Well, that's a good. Germany, contacts, perhaps, the governor came to the funeral?
- Yes ... - once disdainfully replied Pronkin
- And it is not alone, there are three groups arrived - from the U.S., England and now - Deutschland Uber Ales Damn her! Scattered them on television stations! Our Teutonic Fraulein got here ...
- And I do with it?
Pronkin again gryznul tip of a pencil and rubbed his temple.
- Yes, it is nothing. Amerekosy's the British arrived in full force, and that's ... - Pronkin nodded again at Eve - one! Ill its operator in Moscow. Not that diarrhea after our vodka, not clap after our whores! In general, that the Russian well, the Germans are not in a rush! Ha ... Ha ... - nasty zaregotal Pronkin.
- So I have something to do with it? Do I have to release it to your computer?
- No, what you do not understand? I say, it does not have the! No, but she asks! But I spare no operators! Vasin - on vacation, Kostyushkin sick, and others, and by the way is not enough! Well, what more do you explain?
- So what are you, I want it oper?
- Hmm ... ingenious! You know how!
- No! I will not! - Andrew stood up.
- As it is, I do not want? I do not ask, Smirnov, I command.
Andrew looked at Angered Pronkina and sighed:
- And if I refuse?
- Well, it is, of course, your business, but while on vacation in July not go, and in November! Decide! - Pronkin smiled mischievously.
- Well, you snake!
- But-but! More careful! I can get angry and for real!
- Okay, just kidding. For how long?
Pronkin looked puzzled Smirnov:
- What a long time?
- Well, a long time - to her? - Andrew nodded toward the Germans.
- Ah! Nah! A couple of days, well, maximum three. She says that it will send the operator. Now let's go - I'll introduce you.
- No, do not, have already met ...
- Well done! Go on then get a camera, tripod and other offal. Tapes she has, her. Oh, and the computer on her own time allocated: let popechataet!
 Andrew went to the door, his whole manner expressing dissatisfaction:
- I hope I was released from planerok? - Threw it on the go.
- You're still thanks me say, it will pay in the currency! - Smirnov already heard a voice from behind the partition Pronkina.
- Danka sean! Goat! - He muttered under his breath.

 Eva Stoltz was on the phone. Smirnov has put on the table top box with the camera, and, nodding at him and asked:
- Well, let's take a closer look, it seems, you and I will have to work in pairs.
German said something into the phone in German and smile hid a cell in his pocket.
- But, are you going to take off for me?
- Yes, so something must be solved.
The girl clapped her hands with joy:
- Oh, la-la. Good, good! I like it!
Smirnov frowned and sat down across from her on the chair, said quietly:
- Wait rejoice, Well you do not know how I'm shooting.
- I do not worry, you'll probably shoot well, especially since I have no choice anyway.
- Okay, I'll consider it in advance - Andrew smiled.
- You want to ask about money?
- No, no, you do not understand, so they say - confused Smirnov.
- No, I got it right, so we have taken, first to talk about the responsibilities and the money earned from work - German became serious. - How much did you get here?
Well, if your euros, four hundred, four hundred and fifty ...
- For a week?
- No, for the month.
- Total? - Surprised Eve.
- Well, this is not Germany or Bundes channel - upset Andrew.
- Sorry, I did not mean that ... - blame the girl said and touched his shoulder.
- Come on! - Dismissed Andrew. - How much do you want me to pay?
- Well, if everything works out for three days, I think, a thousand euros! - Busily said German.
- How much? - Andrew and looked surprised by the editorial, and then said quietly: - Pronkin, you'd better not hear!
- What did you say? - Did not understand his Eve.
- No, no, I was just myself! What to do and what you want to shoot?
- I, that is, our television, we need four strong story from the heartland of Russia. And, of course, the governor's funeral Gusev and few interviews - a lot of work, so this amount.
- It is clear to begin? - Asked Andrew.
- Well, tell me now, your country is in it - the reform of housing, I do not remember exactly how it's called, well, about the apartment!
- A housing reform - corrected Man Andrew.
- I ... well ... well ... to ... x, - repeated slowly Eve. - Here I'm interested! I just gave the team a call from Berlin, help me, tell me, what can I remove this?
Andrew thought.
- I do not know, and what you would like, in what form?
- It should be interesting to the audience and, more importantly, it is clear - we have in Germany a bit wrong, the audience often does not understand what you have going on here!
- Yes, we ourselves can not make the times that we are in the country! - Andrew quipped.
- What? You mysteriously say - she did not understand.
- Sorry, I'll try to be more clear.
- Though I speak in Russian, but do not understand it all, that is the meaning of certain words and expressions. So what can you advise me about this .... well ... to x?
- Hmm, I think you need to go to some house in the suburbs and talk to people. Residents there all by yourself you will be told, and if that is not clear, I decipher!
- Okay, let's do! - Delighted exclaimed German.
- Yes, but the important thing is not decided - what shall we go? And sometimes we ask the documents on the set. This is our only form - democracy, but in reality ...
- A car. I think, just hire a taxi for three days. You can then take a taxi?
- Yes, you can.
- Well, well, and documents ... I have a license and accreditation, but for you, I think I will write a contract and temporary certificate - I have forms!
- Well, then - go - Smirnov surprise shrugged. He was struck by a German precision in the responses and preparedness girl.
- Here we go! One hundred euro taxi driver on the day enough?
- Come on, now, I call, the firm has one ... - Smirnov picked up the phone and dialed.



Chapter Eighteen



- Hello! Victor? I'm afraid!
- Who? - Postnikov was surprised to look at the phone.
In her voice was Vova Ergunova, but it was kind of strange. Ergunov called him at work.
- Who, Vova? Who do you fear? - Asked incredulously into the phone Postnikov.
- I do not know, I think I was being followed, someone came to my home ...
-What are you talking about? Who comes to you? - Irritably asked Victor.
- Yes, I do not know, I specifically call you a machine! I'm afraid! Can you come quickly? They, these types revolve around me! I do not know who it is! But it looks like - serious guys!
- Who is cool? Maybe it's something 'brother from a competing company decided to scare you?
- No, not really, too encrypted!
- Vova! What is it that can not, you're coming off me? I have a lot of work! Monday! It is better to be engaged in funerals. Tomorrow or the day after Petka with his wife from the morgue to collect it!
- What are the funeral! I will soon have to bury! Come, I am afraid! - Frightened voice was Ergunova in the tube.
- E-me! What have you got there? Tell me some good!
- I can not! Come, it - not on the phone!
- Ugh, where are you?
- I'm at my garage, I'll be waiting for you inside .... - And in the tube sounded short beeps.
 Postnikov bewildered look on the plastic banana and threw it into the slot machine.
- Fuck! - Cursed Victor.
 He imagined he would have to ask for leave from the chief, and he finally deteriorated the already bad mood. But the head is surprisingly quickly released him. Moreover, Major Victor asked on the way to drive to his house and take his wife some documents.
- In summer the south met in Turkey and foreign passports is still no! Here, I think to do! And my users out there - should bring to the Visa Office .... - Said the major.
He singled out for a trip to Victor his official "Lada" to the driver.
 Victor decided to first perform mission chief to allow more time for Ergunova. But when he walked into the room OVIR, I realized that I had miscalculated. In the small room was full of people. Everywhere were heard angry shouts and curses. Wanting to leave Russia was too much for a small room passport and visa services. Call the roll. Because of the large iron door opens to the girl who, reading the names, as in a fairy tale, disappeared into the belly of the mysterious institution.
 In the corner of the wall was a metal box with a speaker, where you can be contacted with the duty and record their arrival in the book calls. Postnikov realized that the chance to get inside the premises of the business card for almost was not. Could only wait. Once again there was the secretary of the doorway, Postnikov lunged for it, pushing the visitors elbows.
- Excuse me, miss, I'm sorry! - The crowd was throwing it around to people.
In response came the hissing and a curse.
- Where you're going?
- What you climb out of turn!
- Che, the most brazen?
- A-ah-ah! Bastard, you come on my foot!
Victor somehow managed to get to his secretary. She shouted names indifferently.
- Girl! Here you have the documents, I was asked to be - this is from Major Ivanov from the police department of the city! - Victor gave her questionnaire.
But the girl, angrily looking at Postnikov paper has claimed.
- And that you pass me here! Of police of the city! Man himself should come and give away!
- Yes, it was agreed, he filled out, I just can not for you to get to the back door - barricaded themselves, as in the bunker!
- And to us and do not have a rear entrance, everyone is equal here, look how many people! - Maid nodded at the crowd.
- Why are you here? You never know that from the police! Everywhere you want without waiting in line! No, that's enough! I even leave you normally do not give to my homeland! - Shouted near thick dark aunt, spluttering.
- A woman, but I do not imagine - I just asked me to give! - Was justified Postnikov.
- So wait in line! You - representative government! We thank God for all of this madness leaving! - Echoed a short, plump dark gray little man.
 Postnikov angry. Looking toward the gray-haired, he shouted:
- Yes, I do-what? Bring down here! Just give me the papers!
- A! It's always! Here it is - the country of scoundrels! - Gray-haired little man appealed for support from other visitors.
- Let it ... just like everyone else!
- Yes, young man!
- Stand in the queue!
Postnikov realized quickly give paper chef fail. Most likely, the wily Major knew that everything will turn out well and has therefore sent Victor. This explains the surprising ease with which he let him go to work and identified the car.
- Here's an ass! - Major had called Postnikov, and step aside, was patiently waiting in line.
Obstinate secretary took the paper out after the third because of a steel door. Throwing a mocking glance at Victor, she muttered condescendingly:
- Okay, let's really your questionnaire, if I is not ordered, I would do them you do not accept it! Let this be your Ivanov knock myself here!
Postnikov she made a nasty face and began to push the door. Sitting in the car, he looked at his watch. At the Local Police Department was lost for an hour.

 "Mercedes" Ergunova was parked in front of his garage. Black hulk expensive car to be seen from afar.
- Strange! Vovk usually a "gelding" so does not leave, afraid that get stolen, - driver grunted Postnikov.
 Victor came out of "Lada" and came to boxing. The gates were closed. Postnikov frowned, and, taking out his cell phone, dialed the number, Vladimir. Long beeps goes to infinity. At the end there was no answer.
- Vova! Holy shit! You're still my nerves spoil! - With these words President pounded his fist on a smooth plane iron door.
But his attempts to reach out were in vain. Boxing door nobody opened. Postnikov, confused look on the "Mercedes". What he did not know. Leave for work, but his voice and talk on the phone Ergunova were too strange. Curiosity, mixed with anxiety, fought in the soul of Victor. And then he remembered that the garage was the second exit on the other side of the box. Ergunov made it at the request of fire inspectors.
- Wait, I am! - Victor shouted to the driver and walked around the garage.
 Bypass had a number of garages. Along the narrow streets rose several dozen such buildings - a sort of town garage for car enthusiasts.
The back side was a vacant lot. Heap of broken bricks and broken concrete slabs, iron scrap and household waste. Most likely, the owners of the garages in the construction of boxes dumped waste from the construction here. Boxing Ergunova Victor found immediately. On the back of all garages were similar to one another. Cursing, Postnikov stole heaps of garbage to a small door. Beside her were traces in the snow - see Vladimir recently somewhere out of the garage. Victor tapped his fist on the iron rectangle.
- Vova! Open up! Enough to Hide It's me, Victor!
Under the blows shook the door. Victor saw the narrow gap between it and the opening. He pulled at the corner of iron trim, hinges creaked, and the door opened. Victor cautiously peered inside the box. Inside, it was dark and quiet. Postnikov listened half-heartedly called out:
- Vova, where are you?
No one answered. Fear was replaced by anxiety. Victor did not dare go inside, frightened darkness which lurked something sinister.
- E-me! Any thriller ... - whispered Postnikov.
Trampled on the ground, Victor finally decided to get into boxing. Had to go back to work and leave, not knowing why he called Ergunov, he could not.
 Fasters got lighter. A tiny light its flame was the only tool in the fight against darkness. Door led into a small hallway tehkomnatu. Victor almost went to touch the electrical panel. He felt the switch, he turned the plastic handle. Immediately cracked fluorescent light. Their white flashes slashed across his eyes. Postnikov blinked for a second. But he soon got used to the bright light.
 In the middle box was "Land Cruiser" with open doors. Inside the SUV were all reversed. Cases were lying next to the car. First aid kit, some logs and mats spread on the concrete floor. Postnikov looked around. Everywhere there was confusion. Cans of motor oil lay a heap in the corner. Wrenches, rags, empty bottles and other trash were scattered around boxing. Victor stepped back and stepped on something soft. Looking at his feet, he saw a small leather bag. Postnikov immediately recognized her - it Ergunov kept his papers. Victor stooped and lifted the purse, called Vladimir:
- Vova! Where are you?
But he again received no answer. Somewhere in the corner of the sink with a faucet dripping water spout. Victor slowly walked to the viewing hole. Deep grooves in the floor was packed with blue tile with metal corners on the edges. At the end of the pit stuck two large hook to the winch. Postnikov cautiously looked down .... In the corner of the well tied down to the iron hinges hung Vladimir. His arms hung helplessly, barely touching the concrete floor. Postnikov froze in horror. Open eyes shone dimly Ergunova murky pall of death. Shirt unbuttoned. Under her slender streams running down the dark red stripes of blood. Postnikov rushed to Vladimir.
- Vova! Vova!
But, touching his body, Victor realized that Ergunov dead. Ice cold skin made jerk hand.
- My God! Lord! - Wailed Postnikov, frantically pulling out his cell phone.
 Tube slipped out of his hands and fell to the concrete floor.
- Oh, fuck! - Cursed Victor.
His fingers trembled, and he could not get to the phone buttons. Somehow dialing, Victor shouted into the phone.
- Hello! On duty? Duty, urgent, urgent outfit! In the box! Yes! Garages near the market! Street Myasnikov, turned aside to the right! Murder! - His cries resonated in the concrete walls of the box.
Victor realized with horror that it was not the last death. She, the damned old woman with a scythe - goes somewhere nearby. She tracks down. She looks at him, and maybe, just playing with him, the cat - mouse. And he, he - could be next.
From these thoughts in Postnikov went cold hands and pounded loudly in my head. Lord - how terrible! How terrible to live!



Chapter Nineteen



 - Do you see what the wall! How can you live? - Shouted an elderly woman.
Andrew turned his camera lens and sent to a large crack between the boards. Corner of his eye he saw the face of Eve Smirnov Stolz. German woman stood there and watched with genuine compassion at her apartment.
- Eva, you're a lot of video is needed? - Andrew asked Eve.
- Andrew, I do not know, shoot more!
- You know, the way we live? And all these officials and MPs on us shit! Shit! And I'm not afraid of you a foreigner? So tell me what we have here in Russia pensioners are forced to live in such a shit! And this we have won the war! A live-it is! Here - look! How can you live? - Not appeased pensioner.
 She assents housemates. They crowded into the narrow corridor hallway - two fat chick with red faces street market women and thin, unshaven man in a green army shirt and wrinkled pants.
- Yes, we live here for thirty years! Constantly there is no water! Repairs do not! Battery lukewarm!
 Eve and then looked at them and nodded. Andrew somehow felt sorry for the girl. Too many negatives at once came over her delicate Western consciousness.
- Tell me there in Europe, what are our rulers are thieves! - A man tried to grab Eve elbow.
 But Andrew pulled back his hand and shook his finger.
- Quiet, do not go! All she could see her hands do not touch!
 
 Fifteen minutes later, they came up to the car taxis waiting at home. Eva nervously smoked, while Andrew folded tripod in the trunk. Throwing a cigarette butt in the snow blackened February, she sat on the front seat. Andrew set top box with a camera in the back seat and slammed the door.
- Chief, went back to the studio - he said to the driver.
He started the engine. Yellow "Volga" with black checkered on the sides jumped on muddy potholes city outskirts. She watched the few local residents.

 - Andrew! It's horrible! How can you? - Eve asked excitedly.
- What do you mean?
- How can you live? In such a house?
- Oh, Eve, this is not the rotten house! That's how many live in our great country! And no clearance they will not .... - Sadly said Smirnov.
- Who are these people?
- Like who? Residents of the city, just people, people.
- Are they antisocial?
- Do not you understand?
- Well, this woman who is owner of the apartment, it is that life does not work?
- Why is it, then thirty years on a cardboard factory worked! And this is just from the barracks of the plant and built! Thirty years ago, as a temporary housing! But as you can see, nothing is permanent, as temporary, so that's a sad story ...
- Why then the state does not give her proper place?
- Yes, just so we have a state! Crooks and thieves in power - that woman lives in these conditions, and no it will not work!
- But this is wrong! So why are you living? - Eve was not appeased.
- How can we live if our country is that?
- No, it's not - you're a good kind people, and we did not want to live well!
- Well, you're nothing! All want to live well.
- Well, why do you live? Why do you have in power are bad people!
- Eve, you will understand everything, but later. We say, the mind can not understand Russia! So one of the great poet wrote ...
- How is it - do not understand?
- Well, you do not understand!
- Well, it's bad, do not understand!
- Eva! You reached into philosophy!
- This is not a philosophy - I'm just a journalist and want to comprehend the interior.
- Not inside, but the essence!
At this point, Andrew cell phone rang. Smirnov took the phone out of his pocket and put it to his ear.
- Hello, I'm busy - shooting! - No pre-entry blurted Andrew.
- Andrew! It's me, Victor! Urgent! Urgently come to the cafe "Olympia", in the center, well, where we used to meet!
- Victor ... I said that now I can not! I work with foreigners! A very important order! Come in the evening!
- No! Come quickly! Two hours ago, killed Vovk Ergunova!
- What! As killed?
- Come - on a cell can not be! Will understand!
The conversation was interrupted. Smirnov a stupid look on the phone. He could not believe heard.
- Are you in trouble? - Eve asked.
- I think so ... Eva, I must absent himself for half an hour, my friend was killed ....
- What a friend! What a mess!
- Yes, Eva, I'm sorry, I urgently need half an hour to talk to a man!
The girl looked with sympathy on Smirnov and bowed head, touching him on the shoulder, said:
- Andrew! Half an hour for me to not play the role! I work in an analytical weekly program. Speed here, as the news is not so important. Important content. Report will do later, let's go, where you need! We'll wait while you talk!
- Thank you! Please, in the center, on the World, near the cafe "Olympia", you know? - Andrew asked the driver.
 He nodded his head.

 Postnikov was sitting at a table in the corner of the room and nervously smoked. Before him stood a small bottle of vodka in a plate lay a sausage sandwich. Smirnov went over and sat down in front without removing the jacket. Postnikov raised his sad eyes and said softly,
- Well, that's ... Vova - the voice, it was clear that Victor drunk.
- Tell me! What happened?
- I do not know, he called me from somewhere, saying that the tube can not be! Said that with the machine. Feared. The voice was excited, saying that he was being watched!
- And how was he killed? What happened?
- I found it in the garage, everything was turned upside down there! It can be seen looking for something. He hung tied. It can be seen, tortured! The whole body cut up, you bastards! - Victor dropped his head and began to cry softly.
His body shook with sobs. Smirnov was looking at another tantrum and knew that Victor is close to breakdown.
He is an experienced detective, who often take dangerous criminals, suddenly became blurred. In a miserable and frightened man - not even able to fight for their lives.
- Victor, tell us where to where did you get that he was tortured? Maybe it was just murdered? Maybe it's competitors!
Victor raised his tear-filled eyes and looked at Smirnova:
- What are the competitors? Do they scatter machine oil would become? Everything is upside down! That's it! I found a purse! And there are thousands of dollars in cash! A cash! You know? And they do not get that! They are not interested in such a sum!
- And what then?
- What are you, stupid? They ransacked the whole car! The whole "Cruiser", you know? They were looking for something, these murderers, and you know that! And I, unfortunately, know - and Victor again shook with sobs.
- Yes, calm down! Enough to cry! - Andrew shouted at him. - Get a grip! You mean to say that they were looking for the papers that you and I hid those governors?
- Yes! What else was he to look? And they found them! And Vova died because of us, you know? He did not know that! A morning I did not tell him! And pull the rug out from under the could not, he would have noticed! - Victor again wept.
- Yes, enough! You're like a woman! Not so well!
- Enough! He died because of us! And Peter too! Vova did not know that there is paper, and they-they-we were looking for a host machine, that's found!
Andrew poured vodka and drank. Then, biting a sandwich, took out a cigarette and lit it. Victor was not crying, but only loud sobbing.
- Well, sort of calmed down.
- Hmm, yes ... - grunted nose Postnikov.
- Then let's think for us as of now to get out of this shit!
- And we, what? - Victor looked suspiciously at the other.
- Yes, and will look for the paper and those who read them!
- But they're killed Vova! They think that it is the "Cruiser" was driving. And the paper was taken! What do they look for someone?
- No, Vova, they were killed, but the papers were taken away ....
- How so? How not taken? There everything was turned upside down! All mats, all! No papers were not! In the same survey the scene did! Each veschdok described!
- That's right. There was nothing ...
- How was that what you mean?
- And then I want to say that these murderers would not turn over the entire garage. They're for sure the car would be searched and found these papers. And why would they shmonali garage?
- Why? - Victor did not know where Andrew was driving.
- Yes, then, that they did not find anything!
- How do you know?
- From a camel! I'll put the papers, but you do not say that you do not pull! And Vova did not know anything, and they did not know! They thought that it was he went to the Sayan mountains, but wrong!
- You hid? Here you bastard! You said that they must be destroyed! Burn it and forget it! And Vova now dead! We now have a whole will be a mass grave! Here you bastard!
- Oh, shut up you! We were already looking polkafe - Andrew looked around warily.
But they have no one was looking. Conversation was difficult to hear because of playing with a variety of music.
- As it is, shut up? You Framed Vovk and I sucked!
- Enough! Drew, framed. They would, and so he was killed. They still would be looking for, the damn paper! They're not just looking for them, but the witnesses! The people who read them! A search for them because they fall into the hands of someone as proof that the death of Gusev - not an accident or a coincidence! Got it?
 Postnikov scared looking at him. His cries were gone. Tantrum passed in the blink of an eye after hearing arguments from Smirnov.
- What do we do?
- What to do? First - do not panic! You - ment or pig tail? That dissolved the snot? They have, such as if it will be easy to take and strangle like kittens!
- What to do?
- What to do - it is necessary to stretch the brains! This is not the place or the time, come on - at night! But we must not meet in a public place and not on our address, because I feel like it - serious guys!
- Come on, I have the address ...
- Yes, you wait, the address! Come Ruskin, how can we be. The fact that they know that Vova not go - it's a fact, I think, before he died under torture them all about it.
- Why did they kill him?
- And they need a witness once? They learned that they had, and all!
- Well, what next?
- And then they know that the two of us had. Sure, and our names and addresses they know! They know that if the paper is not with us, then, at least, we read their contents. So ...
- What, then? - Alert Victor.
- And then! What, political militants looked? Means that we're condemned, and we need to clean up! This is the best way to cover up the problem!
Postnikov shivered. He suddenly sobered up in her eyes. Face contorted in fear. Andrew realized that a little too hard, and tried to comfort each other:
- But-but! Do not get into a panic again! You - the police! You also have its own system! MIA! Whole system, for which you can hide, and hide behind!
- System? Who will cover me? Do you know who is working against us?
- No, but I guess ...
- I know! Rather, certain that a committee feesba, Khrenova! And from them is hard to beat!
- Do you think that you and me against the whole system of security work? I do not believe! It works a department, most likely. Such operations are usually publicity even within the committee shall not be made, so no easier.
- The lighter-then?
- Yes, that against a bunch easier than to fight back against the army!
- A handful, and you know who in this bunch? There thugs trained, pro! Arguing against them hell!
- Well, let's, fins up and surrender!
- No, but ...
- Here I am! Anyway, I now have to go, meet on call. Do you have a phone - not in the office, but somewhere in the back, with whom you could talk?
- Well, I'll find ...
- In general, so that follow-up call - three! I - on the worker, the editor! On the tube do not call. And then figure out where perehlestnutsya you anything in its line of the brain, and I - in their!
Smirnov got up from the table. But before leaving, he added:
- And this is, do not drink, drunk - the worst! Drunk - the best target!
- All right! - Abandoned after the departing Andrew Postnikov.
When Andrew came to the door - he involuntarily looked back at the other. He was sitting at the table, his head bent low. Smirnov was suddenly afraid for Victor.

 Smirnov got in the car taxi dark, like a cloud. Eva looked at him and asked:
- You have a big problem?
Andrew looked at the driver and said through clenched teeth:
- No, it's okay, let's go to the studio.
 The driver pressed the accelerator pedal, and "Volga" moved forward smoothly. Along the way they spoke. Eve repeatedly dials the mobile handset, but could not get through.
Television building looked bright spot at the February greyness of the city. Yellow face brick made it somehow smart. A large plastic sign on the facade glow neon lights, although that was the day.
 The taxi driver tried to drive into the parking lot in front of the TV company, but fit his "Volga" I could not, all the seats were occupied by vehicles of employees and visitors. Smirnov realized that the tripod and the camera will have to drag a hundred meters.
- Damn! Necessary leadership to say that were not allowed on the site left the car! Now shove have for yourself! Okay, here, on the road to stop, - he asked the driver.
 He obeyed and stopped the car right at the curb of the street. Eve opened the door and asked:
- Why do not you help?
- No, I will do, we have not accepted that women were carrying tripods - Smirnov snapped out of the car.
- You, please park your vehicle there. And when we come out, you toss, you will reach here again. I'll write down your number! - Stolz said the driver.
He nodded his head and said:
- And we'll go somewhere else?
- I think, no, I drove to the hotel, well, this one hour. But anyway, do not leave! And then I know that in Russia it that drivers go about their business - busily ordered German.
- No, no, whatever you say!
Smirnov listened to this dialogue and smiled:
- It's obvious - rotting capitalism! All clearly! - He said, taking a stand in the trunk.
 Putting a tripod on the pavement, he adjusted the shoulder strap coffer. The street was moving thick stream of cars. To cross the road, had to wait. Andrew saw one of the drivers gape, and seizing a tripod, rushed to run across the road.
 At this point, jumped out of nowhere white "Volga". She carried with great speed, weaving between cars in a checkerboard pattern. Smirnov, seeing it coming, he realized that he did not have time to run to the curb. Prevents the camera and tripod. Andrew bent down and backed away.
- Oh-! Achtung! - He heard shouts behind Eve.
Involuntarily turning, he saw that the other side's claims it is coming "Kamaz". His huge carcass with a tent on the back, inexorably approaching, rumbling diesel. Andrew held out the tripod and ran to the "Volga". Fall under the wheels of the truck was the equivalent of death. Iron tripod stand like a spear, is aimed directly at the windshield of the "Volga". Smirnov had time to even consider the driver's face. Anyone seeing this attack Smirnov, startled and jerked the wheel to the left. Squeak rubber tires. Tripod, striking on a side car, flew out of the hands of Andrew, fell with a thud on the asphalt. Launched himself to stop. But Andrew stand. Meanwhile, the "Volga", jumped into the oncoming lane, passing tangentially touched "Moskvich", and growled, claimed further. All this happened in a matter of moments.
 Smirnov did not remember how to get to the edge of the road. He was breathing heavily, putting top box with a camera in the snow. To him distracted driver fled their taxi, carrying a tripod.
- How are you all right?! - Shouted somewhere near Eva.
Smirnov suddenly noticed that his hands were shaking.
- Here you go, I wanted to record numbers of riders, but there is no room! The "Volga", the white - there is no room! - Initiation of a taxi driver muttered, handing Andrew tripod.
 Smirnov looked at him, and sad smile, said:
- What's your name? And then we go together and not be met!
- Serge, Serge my name is ... - the guy said with a guilty smile.
- Yes, Serge, and you could become a witness to a fatal crash!
- You've got always go so fast? - Broke in Eve.
Smirnov said that she, too, was shaking.
- Yes, what Russian does not like to drive fast, Eve? That's you had to know when they come to our country - he joked grimly.
- No, this is wrong! That's not right! You! You really, as you were saying, do not understand! - The evil German said.
- Well, Fraulein Stolz, bitte - let's go to the apartment - has tried to defuse the situation Smirnov.
- You have a very bad German pronunciation, better not - speak Russian! - Answered very gravely Eve and walked to the building broadcaster.
Andrew trudged behind.
- Eva, by the way, you can brush up on me while I was teaching English at school.
- For three days, I can only teach you to speak properly and aufyuderzeyn sandwich, I hope you know the meaning of these words, - softer Eva said.
- Yes, a bit of bread and butter, and goodbye. By the way, are not you married? And then I'll call Fraulein? Maybe you Frau?
Eve stopped and took Andrew's arm, looked him in the eyes and said softly:
- This is an attempt of flirting - you call office romance! But we are not welcome, so I can deduct from your salary a certain amount of money. Of your fee.
- Come on, I made a joke - hurt Andrew. - Think! Me-what's the difference? I do, to learn more about each other!
He turned and walked toward the porch. German trotted after him. As they approached the door, she said.
- No, are you?
Smirnov stopped, holding the door down, puzzled asked:
- What, no, do not you?
- I say, no, I'm not married, are you? - Eva smiled.
Smirnov looked at her closely and said nothing. His head spinning thinking about the incident on the road. This he has not submitted the form to Eve to be frightened, actually inside him shaking. The fact that this is not just a random collision with a car, he was sure of one hundred percent.
 But now Andrew did not even bother it. He painfully recalled the driver's face, "Volga". While Smirnov saw the man through laminated windshield - just a few seconds, he had time to consider it. Not only that, Andrew felt that he had somewhere seen this driver.
- Andrew, are you? Do not you hear what I'm saying? - Eva shook his hand.
Smirnov, as if coming out of slumber, looked at her puzzled look.
- A? What?
- I say, I have to agree with the installation of reportage and Berlin e-mail message to send! You help me?
- And I, what can I do?
- Well, find me a spare room to mount the accompanying video!
Andrew smiled and adjusted the German woman:
- No room for mounting, in our opinion it is much easier to say: montazhku!
Eve stared him on the lips and, like a child, repeated:
- M.. It ... that .. HCS ... gud ... let it be ... montazhku! Funny that your Russian!
- By the way, where are you so well learned to speak Russian?
- Oh! It's a long story, I'll tell you later. I'm esti!
- Esti? Who is it? Bigfoot, or what? - Andrew joked.
- Eva intently at him:
- Who - Bigfoot?
- Well, this creature lives in the Himalayas, however, has not been seen, but his name is Yeti!
- And, Yeti? Nine! Esti - it was the Germans who lived in East Germany - you called it the GDR ...
- A? So you, too - a child of socialism?
- Yes, - Eva nodded and smiled - so I'm a first-class Russian taught many times in the school went to the USSR - in Leningrad, Moscow, Kiev. Well, I'll tell you then, go, to agree with this, as you were saying, m. It .. that .. Well .. ka ...
 - Good, smart girl! A good student!
- But-but! I'm your employer, do not be so! - Eva again became serious.
- Come on, Come on, Frau Stolz!
- Fraulein Stoltz!
- I'm sorry! - Andrew, with his tripod on his shoulder, and went down the hall.
Eva looked after him and smiled.
- Where the hell have I seen the kind of "Volga"? - Muttered to himself Smirnov.
Andrew realized that it's over innocent collisions on the road. They need the documents. And it certainly was an attempt to intimidate. A sort of a sign warning of silence. We had to do something, because sooner or later, they are blown on him, and he is not sure that will stand in front of their methods of inquiry.



Chapter Twenty



 - Hello! This is Victor Postnikov?
- Yes, but who's asking?
- Victor! We need to see you! - Nasty sounded unfamiliar female voice on the phone.
Victor took her away from his ear and looked at the plastic earpiece.
- What. do not already know their women, who pesters you this time? - Sarcastically asked his neighbor 's office of Egorov.
It was old and boring guy with a completely white head and a huge belly. Ilya Vasilyevich Egorov remained until retirement some three months, and he frankly upgrade this time.
- Fuck you, Ilyusha - Victor waved him back and put the receiver to his ear.
- Hello, who is this, I do not know ...
- I'm a fan of your old, still with the Institute: in the fifth year you may learn, and I'm on the ground, well, you can, and I do not remember!
- Yes, very nice, but what do you want? - Asked incredulously Postnikov.
- Well, what should a girl - I want to meet, just love to see their university. I hope you're not married? I do not want to be a problem, if married, then I'll put a straw!
- No, no! I was single, unmarried! - Victor looked at Ilya Vasilevich, the echidna made a face.
Although they are constantly made fun of each other, but there were real friends. Victor Egorov treated as a younger brother, he felt it and reciprocated, but sometimes they loved each other jokes.
- Hello, Victor, that you are there silent, something with communication? - Asked again, his voice out of the tube.
- No, just here my man came into the office. So where were we?
In fact, what I propose to meet!
- Well, meet - it's good, but when?
- Right now!
- Right now! Well, you know, no, I just can not ...
- Why not?
- Well, I'm just working, I have a lot of work.
- I have a lot of time is not a loan.
- Yes, but why?
- How, Why? Say hello and to agree on a more intimate meeting!
- Hmm, well I do not know ....
- Yes, do not break you agree! - Nodded Egorov.
Victor showed him a fig and turned away, said into the phone:
-But how did you find me?
- And this is the secret!
- Hmm, well, where we meet now?
- On the waterfront, near the monument and anchors!
- Are you, next you live here?
- Well, you come in and there will know. Thus, three, on the waterfront - and the tube sounded short beeps.
Victor wanted to say that in three of which he can not, in three important call him a friend, but it was too late. Postnikov angrily hung up on the machine and scratched his chin. Egorov, carefully watching him, he asked:
- Listen, Vit, and that this guy had stopped in the garage, it is that, your friend?
Victor significantly gloomy and unhappy said
- Yes, but what?
- And then, now, and you will, as a witness, to drag!
- I know ...
- You have something wrong? - Asked suspiciously Egorov.
- No, just a friend, after all!
- Do not lie! For you see! And you're drunk, or rather drunk! From you rushing fumes!
Victor suddenly wanted to tell what had happened to Ilya Vasilyevich with him and Smirnov in Sayan, but he restrained himself and said nothing.
- Maybe you did confess, that you have a nervous trembling?
- Yes, I have nothing, just ....
- All right! - Pursed lips Egorov. - As you know, - and rose from his chair, walked out of the office.
Postnikov looked at the closed door behind him and thought. Stranger's voice alerted him. Who could it be? Strange call. The time is almost three, have to go, somewhere to call Andrew, as agreed. Call from his office safe. Can listen. Rather, the most likely bugged. But who is this girl? How did she know his work phone? And suddenly it - a trap? But on the other hand, is open to kill or kidnap him near the city police department, in front of everyone, too risky. They can not be, they are all-powerful! Victor looked at the frozen window and snapped open the closet door, which hung outerwear.
 At this point, the office door opened, and appeared on the threshold Egorov. He looked at the case and said:
- Where are you going?
Postnikov waved his hand and said, putting on a jacket
- Vassilich, get dressed, just for five minutes, we need your help.
Egorov did not ask anything. He just nodded and put on his coat.



 Smirnov hypnotized telephone. But unfortunately, that soulless idol loomed at the edge of the table. It was already the beginning of the fourth, but Victor's not called. Andrew, do not stay in one place, went to montazhku. On the way he threw the editor Kate Safonova:
- Cach, if I'm asked to the phone, you are sure to call in three hundred and fifth translate this important conversation!
Kate smiled, nodded and said:
- Andrew, for you - at least that, but that's just you, a traitor, a German direction chosen.
Smirnov waved and walked out of the correspondence. In montazhku Eve director read a lecture about how she needed to submit material. The requirement Germans at times frustrating. Andrew quietly entered and sat in the corner of a chair. Stoltz casually looked at him again and stared at the monitor. Smirnov suddenly realized that if Eve is in another dimension. Work it exciting. A three-minute story was edited for an hour. Eva is constantly forced to change personnel director plans. He was annoyed, but Burch something under his breath, to obey.
 Suddenly, the room space cut trill phone call. Smirnov winced and grabbed the receiver. At the other end, he heard the voice of Katie. It is like a statement the company "phone sex," she murmured gently into the phone:
- Andrew, a man asks you, you will say?
- Yes! Of course! - Andrew stiffened and clenched his phone.
He was ready to hear Victor, but was mistaken. The tube nasty zabubnil unfamiliar baritone
- Andrey Smirnov?
Andrew was taken aback for a moment, and hard swallowing saliva, forced himself:
- Yes, but who?
- This is the person who found your jacket ...
- What kind of jacket?
- Well, the beautiful red jacket, "Columbia." You left it at the scene of the accident helicopter, is not it?
Andrew was taken aback, and paused for a few seconds.
- Hello, Andrey? Am I mistaken? Do not you lose the jacket?
- No, lost, that is, the left ...
- Well, then, all right! Then you just need to come and get it!
- Collect? Where? - Still did not understand Andrew.
- What, where? I!
- Do you? Who are you?
- Well, it does not matter, I'm a man was there with you, in the place of the accident helicopter. You will then be pushed over the police cordon, and then me, but I picked up your jacket!
- What do you want? - Andrew alert.
- I? It's nothing. I just want to give you a jacket, is it you do not need?
- No! Necessary, of course, and you are entitled to compensation for it?
- No, you wrong, Andrey. I - a fan of your reports, I just want to do you good, and you just talked about compensation ...
- Sorry, just fell through.
- Well, then come here.
- And you can not bring it to me in the studio?
- This is not! Thank you, I do not want to have displayed.
- And where do you propose to meet?
- Well, actually, I'm sitting on a bench in the little park near your TV, there is a monument to Sverdlov ...
- Right now sit? - Could not believe Andrew.
- Yes, here I sit, so if you were gone away for five minutes, you can pick up your jacket. Well, I expect you, as the conversation ends, and I'm calling on a cell, expensive!
- Wait a minute! And how will I recognize you?
- I'm in a yellow and gray sheepskin Pestsovaya forming. - And in the tube sounded short beeps.
 Andrew stared absently at the phone. He felt his shaking hand. Eve anxiously watched Smirnov:
- Andrew? What happened? Trouble again? The bad news?
Smirnov sad she smiled and comforted the girl:
- No, no, it's okay! I just have to go for five minutes ...
- Go! We have assembled the story, I would still go, rent one!
- Today? Since it's getting dark outside, it's better tomorrow morning, and the picture will be dark today.
-I know, but I wanted to record an interview in his office at one of your officials. I've already agreed to, called.
- Interview, well, you can interview. And with whom did you want to write it, well, who to interview?
- A deputy governor of your deceased, Mr. Popov. He now serves as the official Gusev, so he promised me to take a few minutes.
- With Popov? - Andrew even startled.
He remembered a list of names of the underground, adventurous government Gusev. Popov was listed there too.
- What are you so surprised? We have a solid broadcaster, good image, and your area is, well, in this situation, it is interesting to us in Germany! Even more so tomorrow begins the official day of mourning activities in Beloyarsk. I would like to get some comments on this. I am here because the wording of this posted.
- Yes, but so quickly the priests audience right now, well, it's ...
- Do not forget - we are a solid TV! - Eva winked.
- Yes, of course we'll go, but I've got five minutes to go, I have one person waiting-old friend - Andrew lied to her.
- And, well, if for five minutes, then go, but consider: we have half an hour to be the priests! I do not like to be late, and it is unseemly - Eva again suddenly transformed into a scrupulous meticulous German woman.
- Of course, of course - your famous German ...
- No, these rules are needed everywhere! - Pouting offended girl replied.
- Well, I'm fast!
Andrew got up and walked out of montazhku. He has three buckles down the stairs and almost knocked the guard at the entrance. He sent to his address a round oath.
 A cold gust of wind hit the February in the face. Andrew shivered. He wished he was not wearing a jacket. Wistfully look back Smirnov looked at the glass that separated him from the warm room TV. But did not return in the hope that the meeting with a stranger will not last.
 In the park of the people were not. Cleared of snow glistening asphalt track at dusk approaching winter evening. Trying not to slip on the ice crust rolled, Andrew trotted toward the monument. Lifeless granite head Sverdlov stood by him through the branches of the bushes. Smirnov, after a few yards, stopped to look around. Deserted park inspired increasing unease. Black silhouettes of crows and sparrows, like harbingers of something bad, swinging on branches of trees.
 The monument stood four benches. But all of them were empty. Andrew walked slowly around the monument, but no one noticed.
- What kind of joke? - He asked himself at home.
 After standing for a few seconds on the ground, he went back to the building of the TV company. But suddenly his attention was caught by a shadow near the urn, which was at the far benches. Andrew turned and walked slowly toward her. Moving closer, he considered the shapeless shape of man. The man in the yellow sheepskin coat lying between snowdrift and shop. His arms were pinned to his chest. Cap on his head was not long blond hair disheveled moving in the wind. Open eyes stared into the night sky. From the corner of his mouth stretched dark trickle of blood.
 Smirnov stopped and looked with horror at the stranger. Suddenly panic like an unexpected blow, seized his mind. Andrew ran down the avenue towards the studio. Corner of his eye he saw the two men in the bush silhouette. They are moving parallel to the adjacent track. Smirnov on the run and looking back at this point slipped and fell on the pavement, hitting his chest hurt. Filched breath, his eyes darkened. Andrew put his hands in the cold rough cover tracks and tried to stand. But at that moment was a major blow to the neck and lost consciousness ...
 


Chapter Twenty-One
 


 Postnikov was standing near a large granite rock on which stood a huge ship's anchor. This monument was built in honor of the opening of the century navigation on the Yenisei. The quay was almost empty. Only a few passersby hurrying about their business along the iron fence on the beach. Walking by the river in February, when the nasty prickly winds howl over ice Yenisei, not the most pleasant experience.
 Postnikov stood and shifted from foot to foot. He glanced to the side, checking the presence Yegorov. He hid behind a fence of thick trees on a small hill near the road. Ilya V. chose this place is no accident. From there, it was clearly visible near the embankment.
 Victor looked at your watch. He pushed for fifteen minutes, but the strange mystery fans did not come. Postnikov shivered from the cold and walked slowly toward the river station. He realized that no one would come. Most likely, it was just a drawing of some of his friends of the opera. They have long since made fun of each other, inviting visits on behalf of the mysterious passionate girls. Postnikov and he often participated in such amusements. But here in this moment he was angry, not to draw it was! Especially, broke an important call Andrew.
 Egorov, seeing that Postnikov went to destination travelers, too slowly out of hiding and followed him to the mall. City police department building is across the street. At the traffic lights Postnikov stopped and looked back. Egorov nodded, handing him a sign that all is well.
 At this point, near Victor pulled up black "Toyota." Power window slowly lowered the tinted glass. The driver was an unknown girl, who waved Postnikov, inviting to sit in the cabin. Victor hesitated uncertainly and sat in the car. Egorov, seeing this, cursed and ran to the intersection, waving his hand and showing that Victor did not. But it was too late. "Toyota" squealed the tires, ripped from the crossroads.
 Inside, "Toyota" Postnikov looked at the strange stranger at the wheel and said softly:
- It is you I have appointed a date?
- Yes!
- And what a strange conspiracy? Appointed outside like an anchor, and themselves here by car? What's going on? Who are you?
- That you have to ask, what happens? - With a question answered girl.
Short hair, brown hair. Bright lipstick. Small neat little upturned nose. Thin eyebrows. Pleasant centered person. In appearance she was about thirty.
- Do you have a phone with a cell phone? - Once again asked the stranger.
-Yes, there is - confused Postnikov said.
- Take it and remove the battery! - Said in the writ tone girl.
- What! - Asked Postnikov.
- I said: Pull the battery out of the tube! - More assertive said the stranger, suddenly clicking on "you."
Postnikov obeyed and nervous movements pulled out his cell phone and took out the battery.
- That's better .... - Meeting said the girl, looking at him.
- What's going on? Who are you?
- Your guardian angel!
- Why pull the battery from the phone? Anyway, where are we going? - Victor asked warily.
Girl looked back at him and sneered:
- And then, that your pipe listen!
- How, who, who cares?
- I do not know it you have to ask - what did you do that got under the hood fifth department of the FSB?
- Under what other cover? Who are you?
- Come, relax, nothing bad I do not do ...
Girl spun the wheel and forcing their "Toyota" to make a turn, turned into the yard.
Near the house, she stopped the car and turned off the ignition. Postnikov looked suspiciously at the window.
- Where do we come from?
- Yes, just in case: I fought back from the tail, thank God, like they were not.
- Who are you? You still have not answered!
- I told you, you and I studied together, Vitenka ...
- Are you? I do not remember you!
- Yes, many years have passed, however, I am not younger than you to the three courses, and over two, we are together in the farm to the practice went, sweeper, remember? Then, in Kulaevskom area, you had quite a boy. Well, country dancing and night in the hay ...
- Light? - Asked distractedly Postnikov learned in their university relaxed lady friend.
 However, the familiar, they were short-lived. Then at harvest after the dance club in the village was short-night affair - an adventure senior, and student-apprentices. Postnikov not even remember her name, and knew ever at all?
- Well, remember? - Svetlana asked sarcastically and smiled.
- Well, how to say, you then like the blonde was.
- Then all the blondes were, it was fashionable to discolor hair, and long ago it was! Well, now my husband does not like blondes, says all painted girls - whores, - Svetlana took a cigarette and by clicking the lighter lit.
- Hmm, Light, and why all this masquerade and performance? - Postnikov little bolder and tried to smile, but instead his smile turned a grin.
- This is not a view, Victor, this is very serious! - Svetlana, deeply inhaled cigarette smoke is released through the open slit windows.
 -What did you do that?
- I? Nothing ... - surprised Victor.
- Not Gundy, I now do not have to lie to what he had done, kolis?
- What do you mean, done? I do not understand you!
- Now you will understand! I work in the regional FSB, I was immediately after uni to the analytical department took, for the past five years, I - Captain of Security.
- Really? - Do not believe her Postnikov.
- Exactly! You want - Believe it - no, but that's only because I'll tell you. By chance I saw your cell phone number, address and telephone number in the list of checks! You see, Vitenka, the list of checks! And it means that you are under the hood! Will listen to all your conversations and, most likely, already have outdoor advertising! So I ventured here, coming to you! Instructions, so to speak, broke, and this is all - cognizable case!
- It can not be!
- Maybe, Victor, can come kolis me so badly, I have no time!
- Yes, I did not create anything! - Scared Postnikov.
- No, let's remember - I did, just for you guys out of the fifth division took!
Postnikov evil thought, and suddenly asked:
- And how do I know you're not on them?
Light nodded and smiled sadly:
- Good for you. Good boy. Immediately obvious - the police! - With these words, she took from her bag a thick dark red brown and stuck his face.
- On, read and relax!
Postnikov looked at the card and said sarcastically:
- So what? Well, it's true, you're the captain of the office. Well, love you and I had a short-term six years ago! Well, it was business! Now, who are you then? Maybe you, or rather, you're playing your game!
- Victor! I would not have come, I run the risk of his ass, and I have it sort of good! I have no time at all this junk to waste time, to convince you! I, really - in good faith! If you do not believe me, then out of the car and walk yourself wherever you want! But remember, I told you the truth. If you believe, then say it! Time at me, say it again - no! If you will tell, and that can tell you how to get out of this shit! - Svetlana deft click of a cigarette butt thrown out of the glass.
 Postnikov looked at Svetlana and after a pause, said quietly:
- In general, the case. Vlipli my friend and, for most tomatoes!



Chapter twenty-second



Well, as you better?
Andrew saw a person taxi driver. Could not understand, he tried to raise his head, but at the same time a sharp pain echoed in his head. Smirnov winced and groaned.
- Easy, easy, all right - he heard a voice somewhere near the security guard of the broadcaster.
- Lie down, now it will be easier!
Smirnov again tried to raise his head and look around. He was lying on the chairs in the lobby TV. Next to him stood a few people. Sergey - the taxi driver, security guard, and two more of some men whom Andrew knew.
- Here, bitch, what to do! Only the dark - and on! - Outraged guard.
- Yes! I see it running! Behind him, two, one turned, there's Andrew slipped and fell! I jumped out of the car and towards the, uh, to the park! Running and yelling, "What are you doing, you bastards!" And they, that is, one of them, as sadanet, well, Andrew on the head! Well, here I am angry at all! True, they saw me - and in the bushes, I am for them! And there, on the side, white van stood, tinted glass! Well - for gas and left! What should have been? Perhaps they had stolen a purse? - Emotionally told the taxi driver.
All stood nodding sympathetically.
- It is necessary to call the police - offered one of the strangers.
- Yes ... and in the hospital, he was right! - Echoed a second, nodding at Smirnoff.
But Andrew got up on one elbow, frowning, said:
- I do not need anything, all right.
At this point, the concrete floor lobby knocking heels women's boots. Came the voice of Eve:
- Andrew, what was happening, I asked you: only five minutes! - German woman ran up to the crowd and people stared at is sitting on a chair Smirnov:
- What is it? What's going on?
Andrew guiltily looked at her and smiled sadly and quietly replied:
- All right, Eve, all right - let's go.
- What is there again? Again you got in a story? - German looked at the people around him.
 - I do not like the way I work? I need an operator, not a person who gets in trouble!
- Do not you see? It is attacked by robbers in the park - the guard growled.
- What, again? Robbers? What have you - Latin America? This is too much! - Resented Eve. - I'm going to lead, let me give another person, so it is impossible to work! We're late for a very important survey!
Andrew stood up and looked at Eve, said irritably:
- Go on, just do not give you one, no people! I myself, will agree for the sake of a holiday in November not to go - and he walked slowly up the stairs.
The girl remained standing. But after a moment, coming to his senses, trotted after him:
- What? So you simply because this is not good! This is wrong!
- Come on! Right here was found! This is not your well-fed Germany. Here we have Russia! Siberia too! Anything can happen. Go better get dressed and go, - she waved Smirnov.


 The taxi drove in silence. Eve, pouting, looking into the windshield. Andrew sometimes rubbed the point of impact on the neck. Sergei was driving on the streets of an evening, and kept looking at Smirnova in the mirror and trying to catch his eye, winked, thus trying to encourage.
 The building of the regional administration was a whole cluster of cars. Exasperated by the inspectors, like small mills, spinning their batons, driving movement. Early February evening twilight intricately played lights on glowing vests.
- That's it! Have arrived! Not be allowed to continue! - Sergey said resignedly, pointing through the glass at cops.
- And if you say that we are from the television? - Asked Eve.
- Useless! Our traffic cops worse than your chief of police - told her Smirnov.
- And to you I will not talk! Only when necessary, the career. Ask my opinion I do not speak! We have been working the last day. Tomorrow arrives our television operator, and your services are no longer needed me. So I do not want to work! - An official tone, said Andrew German.
- Yes, for God's sake! - He chuckled and opened the door.
- What is good for a Russian, the German - death! - Added Andrew out of the car.
Eve with a puzzled look at Sergei and asked:
- This is it about?
He shrugged his shoulders:
- Who knows, it just got a lot today, looking to not drunk in the evening and then your statement will not come, well, you never know what - non-flying weather, and tomorrow you have no one to run to ...
- Drunk? You mean the vodka? - Asked in bewilderment German.
- What else? In Russia it is usually - when the man took along scrapes, so it became easier, hlebnet vodka - and better ... - said Sergey sympathetically.
- Well, it's not good! Wrong! - Eve rebelled, but Sergey only smiled sadly at her.
 We pass office lined up a whole turn. In the small window, like a draft beer in times of stagnation, tried to squeeze in a few people. Smirnov has put a tripod with the camera in the corner and Eve nodded at the crowd.
- Bitte, please! Try it, it is called an audience with officials in Russian! - Sarcastically he told the girl.
One chuckle nose, proudly snapped and went to the crowd - eager to break the window to pass office. Andrew shook his head. But at this moment the red tightrope along the hall as the fence, walked a short, a man in a black suit. Looking at Smirnova, he looked at him standing next to the stand and asked:
- Who is here to Popov German television?
Andrew nodded at Eve
- Won - Stolz, Fraulein Stolz, ZDF correspondent, and I did the!
A short in the suit nodded proudly squeaked
- Call it, I'll take you, Popov waiting, but he has only fifteen minutes! There's no time!

 Acting Governor, the first deputy of the late Gusev Anatoliy Popov met them in his huge office. He was a tall stout man with red hair and blue eyes. The whole meadow freckles graced his face. Popov was nervous, and it was visible. Getting up from the table, he came to Eve and stooping down, he kissed her hand outstretched. Smirnov, seeing such a greeting, grunted and turned away. Eve blushed and smiled. Popov, nodding toward the two chairs in the corner by the window, said a mournful voice:
- Please! Here - the mountain with us, you see ...
Eve sat in a chair and looking at the snare stand Smirnov said quietly.
- Mr. Popov, I have a lot of time will not take, I need some answers to questions - I have them sent to you by fax, from Berlin negotiated producer!
- Yes, I got your fax, we have consulted with my press secretary and decided that some questions do not answer.
Eve stared at Popov and tactfully asked:
- Excuse me, Mr. Popov, what, you think, is not covered by your comments?
Andrew himself said assertiveness and diplomacy German journalist. Placing the camera on a tripod, he brought upon Kitov lens and ready to shoot. Seeing this Popov, held out his hand and said, looking into the camera:
- No, wait, wait, I said, we first need to discuss the issues on which I will not answer!
- What are you so worried? Or rather, what issues do you think is not correct? - Eve asked specifically distorting his speech accent.
- No, you are, all the questions are correct - Popov continued to cautiously look at the camera.
- Just some I am not competent to answer!
-Which one? Do not be afraid, until I give the word, my operator starts shooting! - Calmed him Eve.
Popov smiled apologetically.
- Well, let's say you want to ask, what the late Governor Gusev gathering crews from the U.S., Britain and Germany, and why they wanted to be taken to the Sayan?
Hearing the question uttered by Popov, Andrey almost dropped the camera. Eva angrily at him. Wow! It turns out, Gusev wanted to collect those Western journalists to read the hit! Wow! That's the scandal should have been! I wonder why they were late, and incidentally, the helicopter is also not just fell!
- So, what's in this issue of it? - Eve asked a deputy governor.
- Yes, so nothing, but I can not answer it - is known only late Alexey! And I can say that I am - what is it you are going?
- Do not you know? You were his first deputy? - Do not believe Eva Popov.
He anxiously fidgeted in his chair, glancing back at the camera, said, as if to say the tongue twister.
- No, no, I do not know, he was a man of extraordinary general, Alexei Petrovich He did not always share his plans!
Smirnov knew Popov scared and not just scared - he is in a panic. A Paper Devoted to Governor Andrew, the death sentence of his career, and can be, and freedom! Yes, but then again ... do Popov was on the list? Do Gusev took to his surroundings a coward? Yes, no one knows who has worked with him recently? Maybe he is also afraid of physical removal? May already visited him.
Clearly, well, I'm not going to ask you this question, but what else you alarmed? - Calmly asked Eve.
- Well, of course, here: you ask a question about opposition Beloyarsk and Moscow recently. I do not know what you're getting at, and what is at stake, but to answer it, I can not either, because it is absolutely not true! - Assured Eve Popov.
- What do you mean?
- Well, there is no confrontation! And there can not be! There are some working moments in which there are difficulties, but it is only solved the working moments! Nothing more! And, in the end, now is not the time to make such comments - we still mourning! People died!
Eva looked at Popova and nodded:
- Well, Mr. Popov, but here's the highlight of my entire interview is precisely these two issues. I think you're wasting waive them. First, it is the image of your rating. Secondly, we in Germany have an interest in your area. To the area. But invest no real information ownership businessmen are unlikely!
- No, I'm sorry, Frau Stolz, is not it?
- Fraulein Stolz - corrected him Eve.
- Fraulein, I image now useless! And I am not authorized to talk about it - Popov smiled apologetically.
- And then what you agreed to do the interview? - Surprised Eve.
- Well, to refuse such a solid broadcaster would be impolite. We still have access to the information, and we are close to no one will! - Popov spoke, as if to read the instructions written for him a few minutes ago.
 Smirnov is well understood, but knew it Eve? And then it seemed who pushed inside. He turned on the camera and started shooting without a team. And Eve did not even have time to pin the microphone in his jacket buttonhole Popov. It only prepared to do so, but the question asked Andrew, dashed all.
Smirnov straightened up, looking straight into the eyes of Anatoly, suddenly asked:
- Excuse me, Mr. Popov, and whether you knew about those lists that were Gusev at the accident?
Popov's face changed. He jumped up, as if the frying pan, and, blushing, roared like a wounded buffalo:
- What! What are lists? I do not know! I will not tell you anything! I warned that any questions, the more provocative, I will not answer! Enough is enough!
 Eve of surprise drew back in his chair. Assistant, short little man in a black suit, rushed to Andrew, trying to turn the camera to the side. But Smirnov gave him to do it. Priests at this time, waving his hand, spun around and ran across the floor in the corner office, where the emergency exit.
- Immediately stop shooting! Immediately - squealed assistant.
- Fuck you! - Andrew growled at him.
- Andrew, what are you doing? - The second little man Eve.
- Let him answer! Let him answer the question! - Andrew cried in despair.
But it was too late. In the study jumped two guards and took Andrew's hands. Assistant calmly turned the camera and pressing the button, took out her tape. Breathing hard, he looked at Eve and said excitedly:
- Excuse me, Frau Stolz! But this tape will not leave the administration building until you have erased the footage!
Eve doomed silent and looked with horror at what is happening ....
 

After half an hour .... they lowered their heads out of the administration building. Andrew, as a prisoner of war, trailed behind with a tripod on his shoulder. Eva was slow, although it was boiling inside it. The girl knew that if he looks at Smirnova, it goes wrong, and this is unacceptable. Even before the trip to Siberia boss warned her that there would be an extraordinary situation that will take a lot of nerve. But leave them be with honor, because it is - the representative of their television. She unacceptably low as rudeness and vulgarity. Therefore, Eve walked, head down, and did not want to look at Andrew, realizing that may not survive and discard proprietary standards.
 Approaching the high granite curb the stairs, she stopped and took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit up. Deep puff relax a little.
- Eva, I'm sorry, but I had to ask. Tomorrow I will not work with you, I can not - sadly told her Andrew.
 Eve did not respond to his words. She smoked in silence, looking at the blue spruce for the border. Strange! How's it strange! Ate - as in the Kremlin, Russian power standard trees, solemn and sad.
- I have to leave now, or rather, to leave, I had to leave immediately! Eva, can you hear me? - Anxiously asked Andrew.
 Eve turned slowly and looked him in the eye. Sadness and anxiety. Face stressful. Handsome Russian man. So far away. Eva threw a cigarette into the snow, and I caught myself thinking that came as Russian: such in Germany it would not do, be sure to find the box.
- What kind of list?
- Lists? What are lists? - Did not understand her question Andrew.
- Well, you asked about the list, he was nervous, the Popov, after it all started.
- A list of, well, it is quite another thing ... it's hard! You do not need to know. This is not the ... - Andrew lowered his eyes in the land.
 - Eva, I have to go! Rather, go! Come on, I'll put the camera, or rather, I should give up and go!
- No, I want to know! Tell me, what is this list? - Insisted Eve, forcefully articulating every word.
 Smirnov, shifting from foot to foot. He carefully looked at Eve, and slowly put the tripod on the ground, said quietly:
- It is - it is dangerous, do not you know! Better, you know - call to Berlin, that they will send another operator. I can not work!
- He's coming tomorrow, I said ...
- Even better - in general, to go back home! - Do not listen to it, said Andrew.
- Andrew! I can decide what to do. I'm a big woman! I'm thirty!
Andrew smiled and replied sadly:
- We say no big woman, big girl. Or woman.
- What a difference! I'll now do not ask about it! Tell me, what is this list?
Smirnov looked into her eyes:
- I can tell you this, I'm sorry.
Eve took his hand. His hand was cold. Andrew winced and looked down, muttered:
- No .... not to beg ...
- No, you tell me! Want me to pay you? Like, right now? I have an extra thousand euros! Can not! Go to the hotel - the money in the safe! In your room!
 Andrew abruptly withdrew his hand. His eyes flashed anger and resentment
- One thousand, you say .... Fuck you! - And they took the tripod, he strode to the road.
Eva ran after him, tugging on the move Andrew's sleeve
- I'm sorry, Andrew! Sorry! I was wrong! Sorry!
Smirnov stopped and turned to Eve, said angrily:
- You know, not everything is measured by money! Not all! And you, you do not understand what kind of story you want to get! Get into a dangerous business! You there, in the well-fed Europe, damn did not understand! No shit!
Eva looked on his lips and asked in surprise:
- What is it - no shit?
Andrew looked around in amazement Eve up and down and said,
- What are you, stupid?
Eve just clapped eyes.
- Do not you know that's Russia? No jokes here, except for jokes!
- Dura - is a bad word? - Not listening to his beliefs, said Eve.
Andrew shrugged his shoulders and turned away and muttered:
- Dura, this is stupid! A fool is - a fool!
- Fool, is that you? - Naively asked Eve.
Andrew sighed and replied sadly:
- Fool - I, you're right. Where do you live - in October?
- No, at the hotel "Beloyarsk", number three hundred and five.
- "Beloyarsk," they say, well, expensive hotel! Let's go right back to the hardware, but I may not be allowed.
- I'll give the doorman a hundred euros ... - Eva smiled.
- And, then let them, but first it is necessary to drive somewhere and someone to call! Where's the fucking Serge and his "Volga"? Parked - God knows where! - Andrew cautiously looked at the road.
- A tape, which they took, will give? - Eve asked.
- Will be given when all erased! - Andrew, finding his eyes yellow taxi car and waved to Sergei.
To cross the street, he did not want to - no more, and two attacks per day.
- The brain can not understand Russia - quietly murmured Eve.
- Not the brain, and mind. The brain is at all, but the mind ....
- What an interesting and complex language! I do it for twenty years and I can not teach to learn. So many shades of meaning in every word - solid secret philosophy! - Eva smiled shyly.
 Smirnov gave her a hard look, but said nothing.



Chapter twenty-third



- Victor, do you realize that this is no longer possible to cover up! - Egorov nervously paced the kitchen.
Postnikov was sitting on a stool near a large wooden table. Absence tablecloth on it makes the surface of the lid-like airfield airfield. Thick gap between joints board layout reminiscent of the runway. A bottle of vodka majestically like a tower control room, and open bank sardines in tomato sauce was similar to the locator.
 It was a friend's apartment Yegorov. Local artist Drama was always a long trip and leave the key Ilya Vasilyevich. He used it for various purposes, but more for pyanok with friends and colleagues. Sometimes took the keys from Victor Egorov, to bring here the night some nice new friend. In this situation, the old house turned into a real artist, the safe house.
 Postnikov sat and stared absently at the tap. With his nose monotonically as metronome, dripping water, striking the rusty sink.
- Victor, you got into the trap! These boys are out of the office so it's not just leave. You know the principle of information hiding?
- Yes, the information is hidden when there are no witnesses, and even if the crime is obvious, it can not prove it! Basics ... - sadly threw at him Postnikov.
- That's it! - Egorov slowly poured vodka into glasses.
- Now the information you need to make accessible. Then they can not touch you, but for now we just know it, things are bad.
- But I, V., annoying one. Why the Light told me everything? I do not believe in its rush of old love and pity, maybe this game?
 Egorov thought, and after drinking vodka in one gulp, picked up a fork pilchards from the bank:
- Rightly so, I do not believe it - all too suspicious. I have the impression that they are playing with you. But that's why?
- Hmm, I do not know ...
- We need to see through everything and eat - Egorov chewed pilchards, wiped his mouth with a napkin and began to smoke.
 Postnikov also drank his dose and winced
- You know, V., maybe I fall to the bottom?
- So what? You're always at the bottom will be? For life? No, they will still find you! Office they serious.
- Yes, you're right, but why did she told me about tapping?
- I think that you're flustered, nervous. You-you do not know where to put Andrei - these idiotic paper?
- No, of course, when he told me that, I was taken aback at all! Too - good bastard!
- Hmm, you're wrong: in his actions is a reason. If you destroy the paper, then you really did not need! And so - a chance. They are also likely to suspect that you did not know about the paper, where they are! So you want through to reach them.
- And then?
- And then, well, my friend, you know, or that blockbuster was not looking?
- Damn! Is there no way out? - Doomed Postnikov said.
- Output is always there, just need to find it!
- But how to find one?
- I think I know how!
 Postnikov looked hopefully at his old colleague and splashing himself another vodka, nervously asked:
- Well, you say, do not wait!
 Egorov looked at him and grinned. He, the old syskaryu, it was clear the state Postnikov. And at the same time he realized that he could not help out player in this terrible game:
- First, it is necessary to publish the documents! Remove to a general alignment. When learn about them all, any of the offices will be meaningless. And to make it able to Andrew. He Zhurnalyugi, TV personalities. But we have to act as quickly as possible! Second, we need strong evidence that the papers - not fake.
- Prove? But how? - Postnikov confused drank vodka.
Egorov looked at him and patted his hand edge of the table, slowly said:
- What, what! There are witnesses, and without you, it was a planned disaster, but they do not realize.
- Witnesses? Who?
- Helicopter pilot - both alive! However, one of them in the hospital, but this is the second .... If they will say that we need, then it is half the battle! Imagine, unrelated people are talking about the same facts? This is something.
- V.! And you're right! Rights, the old gelding! - Victor said happily.
- But-but! Watch it in expressions! I did you good for anything in the folder - offended Egorov.
- Sorry, V., but you're right, well done! You're right! All the same case was started, and will be investigated! Prosecutor's office must interrogate helicopter! Now, by the way, they all start to hang. And it's to our advantage! They will be hard to look for a justification, excuse his actions! And in this we are allies! - As happy as a child, Postnikov.
 His sadness was replaced by a sharp burst of optimism. Egorov looked at him and shook his head and said:
- You do not strongly then rejoice.
- Why not?
- Because. Helicopter pilots have to offer, if it can be called that - a bargain! Write off their guilt by unexpected equipment failures, and they are silent. And I'm afraid they may agree. And second, Andrew could just find someone to give this paper. Or rather, who will be able to publish them, to make noise. So to speak. For now, all is quiet. You, and now I, we, therefore, will be pressed to complete the program! So here it is the party in the endgame!
 A spark of hope in his eyes went out again Postnikov. He dropped his head in disappointment and said
- And what do you do?
- Control - chances until all equal! But in this fight the main thing - do not make a mistake! And ahead of the opponent! Otherwise, what is at stake is not just a career, I'm afraid there smacks all our existence on this sinful world.
- What do we do?
- And let us act! Right tomorrow! But for this you need a young and beautiful. Now drink up, and no more alcohol: Alcohol can only hurt us. A drop in the mouth, or a millimeter, you know where! Prohibition! This is the first. Second - tomorrow will go to helicopter pilots, so I'm going, you have to be at work and pretend that nothing is happening, you're calm. Your task tomorrow - contact with Andrew, to meet and tell all he has to do! Suppose, too, thinks! He sucked it all in this madhouse, even works too. But speak to him only in private - no phones! And most importantly, find out - where he Affairs paper. Where! They should be stored in a safe place! And now it's time to sleep! Moreover, try to go to sleep right away. Thank God, this apartment, few know and tails you and I did not seem to fasten. So let's get down! And I'll go, my wife is probably worried.
- Maybe I - home, or my kin ...
- No way! By no means! Do not worry, I'll call them with a gun, I would say that you are in an unexpected and an ambulance trip left. Your mom will believe me, she respects me, I'm younger than her only five years old! Okay, take a bed there in the closet, in my opinion, have a clean set, and do not try to make a fool! Anywhere a step! By the way, give me your cell! Battery, then I have, but the best out of harm's way! - Egorov stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and left the table.
Postnikov dutifully obeyed and took out his phone. Ilya V. looked at the plastic pipe, and nodding his head, patted her on the shoulder Victor heavy hand:
- Well, Victor, okay - Do not worry!
- Thank you, V.!
Egorov looked at his young colleague and went into the corridor. There, wearing a coat and hat, he opened the front door:
- You're a fool, Victor! Thanks for the friendship did not!
 Old door, leatherette upholstered shabby, dull slam. Victor winced and looked at the empty hallway, found himself desperately lonely and abandoned. He was again left alone with their fears. What is an unpleasant feeling of inevitable evil - weighed on the mind.
After standing for a few seconds, he pulled out from inside his shirt purse.
- Therefore I will not suffer all night, it would be necessary to go more for a bottle - the good, stand at the window - he said aloud, as if to convince himself.



CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR



 Rashid Akhmetov opened his eyes and looked at the shiny bar above the bed. By elegant hook was attached rope that held lanzhetku with plastered leg. Rashid winced and turned his head. Outside the window was dark. Again he slept for a few hours after injection. Sleep was the only escape from the nightmare. Rasheed touched his palm to sweaty forehead and groaned. No, it was not a dream, it was all true - the shocking truth! They fell, they fell! Someone died, someone died! - Throbbing in the temporal veins agonizing fear.
 But why? Why? Where did that damn fog! I wish I knew, he would have insisted that he would not listen to the governor! Gusev could not convince him to fly on! Where did this fog?
 Rashid closed his eyes. Did not want to live. God, why did not he dead? Beautiful as the pilots are killed. That his passengers? Are all alive? Akhmetov has opened his eyes and looked around the hospital room. In addition to his bed and several complex medical devices in the room was nothing. Frightening and sinister emptiness enclosed space. States from a dropper, like a small tower crane, lonely hiding in the corner. If only someone had come! He needs to know if alive?
 Suddenly he heard the creak of the door opening. Because of the corrugated door glass shows two shadows. Rashid strained eyes, peering into unfamiliar shapes. But the faces he included were not visible. Falling out of the corridor light traceable only human silhouettes. Akhmetov warily watched the strangers sat next to his bed in the next deputed chairs. For a few seconds there was dead silence. Akhmetov waited tensely.
- Hello, Rashid Musanovich .... How do you feel? - There was a deep male voice.
 Duty question confused Akhmetov. How can he feel in this situation? How can feel the crashed pilot with lots of fractures after prolonged anesthesia? Stupid question. Rashid licked his dry lips and forced a:
- OK, thank you, who are you?
- That's right! - Noticing the issue, said the second man.
 His voice was low and monotonous.
- Rashid Musanovich, we have come to ask you a few questions.
- Who are you? - Worriedly asked again Akhmetov.
AZ Regional Prosecutor's Office investigator Gorin. This is an investigator from the Federal Security Service Makeev.
- I see ... - already answered indifferently Akhmetov and turned to the wall.
- Ask ...
- You all remember? How is it a disaster? - Asked the one who introduced Gorin.
 Rashid thought. How did he respond? What if something is wrong. Suddenly, he only hurt himself, his answers? Suddenly be silent? After all, you first need to know the details of the accident. Why not let him wife and children? Rashid guard and said,
- And as the one you have now to be questioned?
- Hmm, so far as a witness - unkindly said the second.
- So far? What does this mean? - Rashid turned and looked at the detective.
- Now, now, calm down, Rashid Musanovich, calm down, you can not worry too much. And so we somehow convinced your doctor on this conversation.
- I'm cool, I just do not like his tone, - Rashid nodded toward Makeev.
- No, a normal tone. What are you, just all tense - such grief ....
- Woe? - Rashid started. - What do you mean?
- What do you think? That we may have in mind? - Again sternly asked Makeev.
 His voice felt threatened.
- What did you mean when you asked, or rather told about the mountain? Who was killed? - Doomed asked Rashid.
- Unfortunately, Rashid Musanovich, killing seven ... six at once, but he died last night from injuries another person, local TV reporter - Gorin said sullenly.
- Seven people? Lord! - Akhmetov groaned again and turned his head to the wall.
- So you do not remember anything after the accident? - Assertively asked Makeev.
 Rashid was silent. He was struck by the news. The horror! He is to blame for the deaths of seven! What an injustice! Lord, I wish he had died!
 Akhmetov touched her hand to her eyes and was surprised to realize that she was crying. Big tears like great drops of rain running down his cheek, burning skin.
- So you remember or not, what happened? - Repeated the question Makeev.
- A governor that the governor? - Rashid said, without turning around.
- Unfortunately, the governor Gusev died.
 There was silence. Rashid wiped his tears with his hand, and slowly turned his head and looked out the window. Behind the glass, he saw the dark sky with the February unfriendly nasty gray clouds.
- Why have you come at night?
- This is not the night, and the night. Simply, we are, as soon as we were allowed! - Said Gorin.
- Who else is dead?
- Deputy Gusev, several journalists, the head of the local area.
- Kostya? Kostya Simigin? He's alive!
- Simigin alive! Calm down, he was lucky - only arm broke.
 Rashid relieved. He suddenly realized that not one. This grief came over him, but there is a friend who's alive too, which can survive this nightmare!
- Where, where the bones?
- Take it easy. Kostya is now at home with him all right.
- Where's my family? Where his wife and children, why they are not around?
- Rashid Musanovich, they are here, waiting for us to talk to you, they will start up to you.
- I want to see them! Immediately! - Demanding Akhmetov said.
- Let's talk - it will not take much time - tried to persuade Rashid Makeev.
- No! I said, let me go to my relatives! - Insisted Akhmetov.
- Well, Rashid Musanovich not capricious, we understand that you have stress, and psychological trauma. And you should not worry, but you did and we realize we need to report to management. A case control in Moscow! And not just anywhere, but in the Kremlin! You know - killed the head of the region! This was all over the world are saying! Therefore, we need to act quickly - to report on the causes of the accident, - convinced Gorin.
 Akhmetov knew he was telling the truth, but the fact that it really works against him, it was scary! Now they will try to find the culprit - and a better candidate than surviving commander of the helicopter, they can not find it! Akhmetov, sighed and said:
- I understand! But I'm not the enemy himself. I understand that you are looking for a last - a scapegoat! But I'm also not a fool! I have two children, and sit for twenty years in prison, I will not!
- Well, why are you so! We are not looking for a scapegoat in you! We're just trying to find out the true picture. A conclusion will be given by experts committee, you know, we're just gathering facts. From your testimony will depend a lot - trying to convince Akhmetov Makeev.
I changed the tone of the committee members. The voice sounded notes of confidence and compassion.
 He was supported by an investigator. Gorin touched hands Akhmetov and said sympathetically:
- I want to, on the contrary, that you are out of the story innocent! Trust me! But to do this we should have to talk to you! Not upryamtes Rashid Musanovich!
 Akhmetov tried to consider his eyes, but he did not. He saw only the dark outline of the face.
- Well, just ask ...
- That's right, that's fine - pretty replied Makeev
- Tell me, when you saw the helicopter flying on power lines?
 Akhmetov thought. For a few seconds there was silence. He then, as if waking up, said:
- I saw a power line a few meters before the collision. Why do not you write? - Rashid asked, suspicious.
- While it is not required, we are promised that the conversation will be pre - assured his Gorin.
- Tell me, Rashid Musanovich, why are you so late notice power lines? You did not listen to the helicopter? Seized control? Or refused onboard instruments? What happened? Why were you car on power lines? - Bombard Makeev.
 Akhmetov alert. He did not like the tone. It sounded as if he suggests the answer, offering options.
- What are you implying? - He asked indignantly.
- We did not hint that, just ask and you answer - as if offended, snapped Makeev.
- I did not see power lines, because there was fog! That's it! It was impossible to see anything! And it was impossible to turn around! We walked along the gorge and could crash into a mountain!
- Fog? Strange, but the weather forecast it is not! - Somehow evil said Gorin.
- What! In a weather report? Yes, to hell with this summary! Weather in the mountains changes instantly! Ask the surviving passengers! Kostya, in the end, ask! He will tell you that the fog - was!
- Calm down, calm down, we have asked, and now you have to ask! - Conciliatory said Gorin.
- And what they will say?
- They say that there is no fog ever seen! Yes, there was a fog light, but at the bottom, at the bottom of the valley, where the helicopter crashed, and it quickly dissipated, but at a height of fifty feet - there was no fog!
- What! Yes, as it was not? Kostya could not say such a thing! Bring him to me, I want this to be it for me again! - Akhmetov got up as far as he was probably out of bed, but then fell back - much rezanulo a sprained ankle and chest.
He fell on the pillow, he groaned in frustration and resentment.
- Calm down, calm down, Rashid Musanovich. Just maybe, something you confused? Well, anything can happen - stress! Maybe you did not listen to the helicopter - refused devices, well, is this - you are lost, - insisted on its version Makeev.
- I know what happens, read the books, but I never thought it would happen to me! - Akhmetov growled furiously.
- What you did not know? The helicopter can not you obey? - Asked hopefully Gorin.
 Akhmetov, breathing heavily and clutching his lips angrily replied:
- No! I do not know you, so that someone will play! I did not think that it's all possible with me! You are lying! You all know! You know! - Roared Rashid.
- What do we know? - Bent over him Gorin.
- You know why the helicopter crashed! It was a trick! This was a planned disaster!
- Calm down, you crazy! - Hissed Makeev and warily glanced at the door. - Brad! Are you ill? What conspiracy to whom it should have been?
- But I do not know, but you know you are! And now forced to accept your version!
 Makeev jumped up from his chair and looking at the writhing on the bed Akhmetov, angrily:
- You - fool! Fool! Why would you? We actually you out of your hopeless situation offer! Think again! Because you have a wife and children!
- Oh, you bitch! Bitch! Did you even think of touching my children! - Akhmetov again tried to get up.
But Makeev crushed his chest with his fist and said quietly:
- You do not jerk! A first listen! I understand you. You're upset that you remain marginal. But remember, you're not one of us also make a scapegoat! Who needs the death of the governor of the terrorist attack - to us! Yes, no way! We do - no need to fuck! But we, like you, will pull out the eggs, if by your testimony is so fucking will! Does it matter who and how he died? Now it does not matter! He's dead! Dead, you know! But you're alive, and you have to live! And your wife - to live, not live to her husband on the disabled zone parcels to carry! Your children - to learn! We are, after all, the ladder must crawl, damn you! We also have children! We are not to blame for it all turned out! What this martinet and loudmouth Guseva finished! How do we know? It's a big game, you know? Big! And like you, it peremelyut as biscuit grinder, zahrustet in no time! - Quickly and quietly whispered Makeev.
He suddenly noticed that Akhmetov shaking with sobs.
 -But, but, come on. And think before you talk! Exit is not present!
- Rashid Musanovich, I think you have to agree ... - mockingly said quietly Gorin.
 All this time he was watching Akhmetov and stroked his cheek hand.
 Rashid twitched several times and died. There was a silence, only sensors in medical devices squeaked by flashing colored lights. After a few seconds Akhmetov said quietly sobbed and hoarse from crying voice:
- What should I say?
- Well, now, that's better - Makeev said with satisfaction, and again sat down.
 - This is a man.
- You generally do not have to speak - quietly uttered Gorin.
- How is it? - Do not understand Akhmetov.
- So. At the very least, the fact that you are now talking to us. Remember - once and for all!
- And what about that?
- And what do you remember the bad things, but remember one thing - that you did not listen to the helicopter that the devices failed, the engine is not pulled.
- Yes? But what about the flight recorders?
- The black boxes? Well, this is not your concern!
 Akhmetov again groaned and closed his eyes.
- Are you ill?
- I feel that I have betrayed, or rather, I want to bring! - Pathetic said Rashid.
- Who? , Rising from his chair in disgust asked Makeev.
- Himself ... and Lesha ....
- Oh, come on! - Committeeman for the door.
Gorin put his hand on his arm and gently Akhmetov said:
- Rashid, not dope, do as they say, and you can help anyone this scandal is not needed!
 Akhmetov sadly sighed:
- Who did it?
- Hmm, if only we knew ... - cryptically replied Gorin, and rose from his chair, walked to the door, too.
At the entrance, he turned, and, pausing, he added:
- Tomorrow morning we'll be there. That said, it's official - a lawyer and witnesses, witnesses. You officially sign the minutes of the interrogation. And now - the rest, if you can. And my friendly advice to you - do not fool! At the entrance to the ward - sobrovtsy stand - with these words he stepped out the door, slowly closed, trembling fluted glass.
 In the House it was waiting Makeev, who nodded commandos in the mask, embraced Gorin's shoulder and whispered softly in his ear:
- Oh, I do not like a client! Oh, do not like it, no matter how false rip out!
Gorin nodded and replied:
- Yes, the guy is in shock, and the devil knows that he injured in the pumpkin, presumably, there is no need to let relatives, protokolchik will issue tomorrow, then.
- Or maybe it safe?
- Yes, stepped up security - and Gorin looked at riot police.
He nodded his head, white eye sockets zyrknuv slots.
               


CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE



 Andrew stood under the hot shower jets and closed his eyes, turned slowly, putting the body under water cords. Those gently tickled the skin and invigorate the blood. But pleasant not apperceive. A feeling of doom and heavy thoughts swirling in my head dreaded carousel. No, it's not him! No, this can not be! As if some evil and wicked director turned in a stranger's life script. Search sensations. The desire to find a hot topic. Zhareha! And that's what it was all over! And it was over? Ahead is likely still the worst!
 Where did Postnikov? Why he was not at work in the afternoon? What happened? Lack of information about Victor instilled excruciating anxiety, finally cornered. What to do in such a situation?
- Andrew? Are you all right? -The voice of Eve for the bathroom door.
 They had come to her room. It was dangerous, but the choice was not simple. Andrew did not know what to do. To go home? But they deal with it easier. Mom. She does not know, but she is also in danger. They can at any time to come to her. And then ... But you can not call home. Need a way to tell her that he was alive and that he is all right. Andrew has chosen for this mission Sergei - a taxi driver. He promised to call a street machine and say that Smirnov had gone into an unexpected trip. Even if the phone is tapped, the voice of Sergei did not sign. And bring on the trail of this message is not expected to. But on the other hand, they might know that he was there, in the room of Eve. They could follow. Eve, she does not understand what game you want to enter! Poor girl! She wants to be like dream recently and he was a famous reporter. But will it?
- Andrew, are you all right? - Worried door Eve. - Dinner is brought in, get out, you're in the shower and forty minutes!
- Now! - Andrew responded irritably.
 He reluctantly got out of the shower. Vytershis towel sadly looked at his reflection in the mirror sweaty.
- Lord, she hurries! - Smirnov mumbled to himself.
 In a room on the coffee table was a tray with dinner. Steak salad with crab sticks, mineral water and cherry liqueur. Two elongated glass and white napkins.
Yes, the service has grown significantly in the "sovdepovskih" hotels! Can it be brought cockroaches? Andrew smiled. Eva was standing near the TV and watched the news. It was a pretty silk robe with a belt instead of buttons. Feeling eyes on him Smirnov, the girl turned around and with a guilty smile, nodded at the chair.
- Sit down, we will have dinner, you stayed!
 Andrew examined her features. Collected in the dissolved and whisk hair fell over her shoulders. Eva looked pretty romantic. If not for his position, and events, all would be like a beautiful date.
 Smirnov sighed and sat down. Eva got a job on the contrary, cross-legged on the seat.
- Why do you look at me? - She asked him.
- Hmm. How?
- Well, you look sad and a little angry. Do you still take offense at me for what I yelled at you? Sorry, but the work is - first and foremost.
- No, it's okay. Simply, I do not know whether doing.
- What do you mean, he came here?
- No, I was going to tell you everything.
Eve was confused and, pulling shoulder, grunted resentfully:
Well, if you do not want, do not say maybe you have little money, which I have suggested?
- Money is not and you're just so beautiful and delicate, you may suffer, but I would not like about me and already killed a man!
Eve did not respond to his words. She took a bottle of liquor and poured into glasses:
- This is my favorite - real German liqueur. I brought it from Germany. Drink - she nodded at the glass.
Smirnov took the glass and took a sip, said:
- Uh! Yummy! We rarely drink it.
- What, mainly vodka?
- Yes. Well, beer recently. Cognac is a last resort.
- What does it mean, in case of emergency? - Did not understand his Eve.
- Well, that's when you just want to show off as nothing more or drink - smiled Andrew.
- Strange, strange habits. You Russian at all - strange people! - Eve mused.
- Yes, we have it - supported her tone Andrew. - Why are you even interested in Russia? Out of curiosity, or call of the wild?
- What does it mean call of the wild?
- Well, you Germans are generally always interested us, even with the Peipsi.
- With Chu ... ds ... Quogue ... lake?
- And, you do not know the story? On this lake Russian prince Alexander Nevsky defeated your Teutonic knights - jokingly said Andrew.
- Oh, yes! Was! But no, not so interested, but because it was forced.
- That is, how to make? - Which in turn did not understand Smirnov.
- Well, I'm up to eighty-eight, she lived in socialism - GDR and all that. We had a mandatory program of studying Russian. So I studied. Then he got carried away, was involved in the institute taught. With me even funny incident was in Leningrad. We went there on the voucher, in the eighty-sixth, of the class.
- What's the story?
- Why, we arrived in Leningrad, I was the first time in Russia were. Girl was.
- So what?
- Come with a friend and decided to try to practice the Russian language - to talk with this Russian guy, and that before all talking to each other, and this is not it! We're going in the subway, I'm worried, standing beside a young man, blond, freckles. Well, a true Russian! I said to him in Russian: "Hello, how to get to the Palace Square." And he looked at me contemptuously and said in English: "I do not speak in Russian! Speak in English. " I was surprised as well - Russian in Russian do not say? And then the conversation - my friend was talking in English.
- And that, to a foreigner that you ran?
- No, he was a Latvian from Riga, just did not want to speak in Russian, did not consider themselves Russian. He wanted to be Latvian. Latvia was then still in the Soviet Union was. And they have called the occupiers!
- Yes, they called us and now, it is strange - you have them too occupied in the war, and they just call us and you like them now friends.
- We are only occupied for three years, and you are fifty! - Eva took a sip from a glass of liquor.
- So, we're bad, and you're good?
- No, not in this case. You just did not want to recognize evil.
- You're about communism?
- Yes, he has brought so much misery to all, and you pretend like nothing happened. This is not correct. We here have admitted that Nazism - is evil. And you know, our nation has become even easier. After all, is not that a great nation that is strong, but the one that has the power to admit his mistakes!
- Yes, that the Germans - philosophers, I know you is all talk and life - is not only beautiful words, is much more complicated!
- That you, Russian, it's complicated. In fact, everything - just.
- So you know what we need to do to live well?
- Yes, I know ...
- Hmm, so what?
- You just have to love yourself, love of others, respect the near and far! And cultivate a respect. And then you do it. I'm just as an outsider can see everything. You do not respect yourself, and angry at others.
- Hmm, I'm not mad at you, you're not done anything wrong.
- Well, you and I - a special case, and I mean - you Russian. You get mad at each other!
- Yes, interesting recipe, and how to get people not to be angry at each other? After all, society is so imperfect, our society. Everyone wants to be well, to be rich, and at times in our life on the primitive is not enough, as there are not angry?
- To be rich, you should respect your work and labor of the people around you. Only respect for the work could lead to prosperity. A business can not be built on deception, and labor - is part of the business. No need to envy and successful business people. And they do not need to build your business on the cutting profits. But almost always sharp profit - this is not good, it is always associated with crime, with fraud.
 Smirnov smiled. Naive argument sounded like a foreigner writing in school. Romance of human dignity and a just society! Oh, if the same thought many in Russia!
- No, Eve, I see you're not familiar with our country. We have seventy years in a person killed a person, seventy years in a person killed respect for private property, and this is your work! We just do not know what respect for his work. That is why our society is sick! This is for you there, abroad, it seems that our people do not want to live in a democracy. He wanted democracy, but by trying, spit! Love to work because he did not catch the Communists. And the belief in the good king is still strong among the people, a belief in strong and fair hand! We think we live in a totalitarian state is easier and safer than in a democracy, and there's no getting around it. Therefore, all your arguments - not for our people! While I'm with you largely agree.
 Eva looked at him and, like a provincial actress Drama, said pompous remark:
- Andrew. This is - I'm not saying. And you can with it to agree or disagree, it tells the story, it shows common sense!
- Lord, how pathetic! Hmm, you're trying to instill in my mind the love of democratic values? But I'm so democrat! I - a journalist, and in our country, unfortunately, the most democratically minded people - only the press! Even intellectuals now considers democracy crap! Some of them call it - dermokratii!
- How-how do you say? Shit-fold! Ha - interesting! - Eva laughed.
Smirnov offense:
- You're funny.
- No offense, just Winston Churchill once said, very true words. If you translate it into Russian, it sounds like this: "Democracy - a very nasty form of government, but, unfortunately, did not come up with perfect people." He was smart, the fat man. - Eva suddenly became sad, placing the glass on the table, added seriously:
- All right, something we shy away from the main, hide important. I invited you to my room not in order to talk about the causes of poor device of your state, and a romantic dinner. I do to my men like that do not invite, so please, tell me what you promised. About the money we agree. I love you, believe me, not hype.
 Smirnov also darkened. He suddenly realized that at that moment I forgot about the problems. He was fine with this strange and distant German. Sit there and talk. It is a pity that all the good ends too soon. It destroyed all the delicate charm of his reminders. It woke up the businessman - a cold and calculating, meticulous Western journalist, indifferent and picky! He suddenly felt sad.
Andrew poured almost full glass of liquor. Looking at Eve, he evil through his teeth:
- Again, about the money. Say, is a good one? Okay. But there is one condition!
- What?
- I tell you everything. And this, believe me, pulls on a small sensation, and you for helping me to leave it to the west, at least to you in Germany, or, in any country. Living here I can not. And dangerous will happen after this story.
 Eva took a sip from his glass and putting it, lit a cigarette. Smirnov was watching her reaction. But the girl calmly held his gaze and with the release of smoke at the ceiling, calm steady voice answered:
- Well, all I can, I will. But it really has to be a sensation, or I do not help you.
- Trust me, it's a sensation.
- Well, tell me.
 Smirnov, poured volley after drinking liquor, pushed to his plate of steak and took a fork. Eva smiled
- You're right, we forgot about the meat, it has cooled down!
- Now I his heater, - Andrew muttered, chewing a piece. - Hey, how you feel about secession?
- Hmm, to separatism? This is when they want to divide the state into pieces?
- Yes, as this piece of meat. Abruptly! - Andrew shredded steak knife.
 Eve watched his movements and asked:
- This is the beginning of your story?
- In general, yes.



Chapter Twenty-sixth



 A cold gust of wind howled hungry wolf in the arch thoroughfare. Fasters walked down a dark alley, turning his face away from the nasty and prickly gusts February blizzard. Ahead loomed the lights Laundry pavilion. Victor stopped and looked back. In the archway was empty. Only twisted stray dog trailed behind him, tail between his legs. Postnikov looked at the dog and said sadly:
- What, my friend, is not lucky in this life?
 Dog whined piteously and flashed hungry eyes. Victor squatted down and held out his hand. A cold wet nose poked into the palm:
- Now I'll buy you something, kid. Lord! How it all seems! Lord! Just some kind of "Heart of a Dog" - muttered Victor.
 The pavilion was empty. Shelves with beer cans and a fridge with a transparent door - a standard set of interior night eatery. Postnikov went to the little window, made directly to one of the windows. From there, it looked fat face saleswoman. Bright red hair and blue shadows under the eyebrows - combat color night employee catering. This will scare away any burglar. Aunt lazily looked at Victor and a couple of times moving his cheekbones, froze in anticipation of an order.
- Girl, you have a good vodka?
- We have everything - good! - Saleswoman smiled vulgar, thick bright red lipstick ominously flashed on her lips.
- No, I advise this, well, you do drink, so that the head does not hurt tomorrow.
- Oh, dear! This has not yet been invented. Who came up with is probably this one, what's her - the Ig Nobel prize will get! - Aunt laughed out loud.
 Postnikov smiled sadly her jokes, and taking a hundred rubles and handed out the window:
- Give something to your taste.
 Saleswoman, as an illusionist, picked bill from the counter, and dived down, put the bottle in front of Victor. He looked at the glass cylinder and nodded
- And give some canned.
- Saira - good, flounder in tomato sauce is! What to give?
- Give in tomato sauce, with a childhood love.
 The saleswoman took the jar and put next to the bottle. Then her eyes fell behind Postnikov. Aunt frowned and cried
- Well, go away!
 Victor looked back. The entrance was a wandering dog and were looking at him. Postnikov winked at him and turned to the saleswoman said:
- Do not swear, it's - my, I now its taken away. Do you have a sausage?
- Only liver sausage.
- Give a pound.
 Aunt muttered something softly and trudged to the fridge. Taking out a stick of sausage, she shrugged off her piece with a large knife. Weigh it in the balance, the saleswoman said:
- There is not enough, we must add twenty-three forty.
- No problem, - said Victor, putting on the counter three tens. - Keep the change.
 Saleswoman sadly sighed, smiled, and said:
- Wow, so well dressed, and a skinned dog. What, do not you feed him?
- Why, was on a business trip, and he was hungry, the poor, now well-fed - joked Postnikov, and left the hall.
 Outside, the wind died. Victor looked up at the night sky. Dog whined near the feet, sensing the smell of sausage. Postnikov unfolded the paper and put it in front of him a piece. Dog, greedily munching, eating treats. Victor smiled and sat on his haunches, stroking dog at the withers. He winced and growled softly.
- Here's your time, I treated you, and you growl at me?
 At this point, because of the angle of the pavilion came loose man. Gray sweatshirt and silly rabbit shapeless hat on his head. A man stood on shaky legs and stuck to the wall. Victor looked at a late buyer and jokingly asked:
- What, how much vodka do not take - still twice the run? The plan came to do?
 Evil man looked at him and got closer, he stopped.
- Do you know who works there? Varka or LYUSKA! In debt want to take!
- Sorry, bro, I do not define, for me they are all on one face!
 Man sighed sadly and said:
- For me, too, and the owner is not in the hall?
- No, like empty. Yes, it is too late, the owner is asleep, probably a long time! Only now we, dog sharimsya!
- It's true!
 Man quickly looked around. Postnikov suddenly worried. He did not like the look in the eyes of the drunk. Nervous movements, suspicious inspection area. Victor tried to get up, but could not. In his hand the stranger flashed a knife blade. Steel plate, breaking a paddle jacket, pierced through the heart. Postnikov felt the blood in it, as if exploding, gushing into the lungs. Victor wheezed, but at this point the murderer, pulled a knife accurate motion of the back, fast polosonul them Victor's throat. Dark brown fountain of blood hit the snow. Postnikov fell like a sack of potatoes, and, pulling his feet, still. The dog whined and jumped to the side. The killer looked at Victor and lying disappeared around the corner of the pavilion. The dog, seeing his shadow look back. Sniffing the warm pool of blood, grabbed a sausage dog and ran into the driveway.


Chapter Twenty-seventh



- Rashid! They will not leave us alone! Think about his son! You have still not able to fly after these injuries!
 Akhmetov looked pitifully at the back of his wife, trembled with sobs. The woman was lying on his chest and muttered desperately words in the folds of clothing. Akhmetov was waiting explosion despair of his wife.
- Rashid, changed his mind! Not need these principles! They all can! I'm afraid to walk down the street! I always think that they are being watched!
 Akhmetov stroked his wife's head and gently pulled from his chest:
- Light, they come?
- Yes!
- When?
- Yesterday and the day before! Very vile and terrible types! Their faces show that they are all you can expect!
- It was the investigators Gorin and Makeev?
- No! It is these are normal, they are here, and allowed me to you, but before that and the threshold is not allowed! Others are coming!
- Who?
- I do not know! They are not, saying only that members of the commission from Moscow!
- What is the commission?
- Well, what about you? About this catastrophe all Russia says! Even abroad a couple of times said! Everybody knows!
- So that they, from the commission to investigate the causes of the accident?
- Yeah, like, yeah. There was one type of such a short, dark, glasses, face, like Beria! Bastard! Immediately obvious - gebeshnik says, like a toad, would not understand! No emotion on his face, the same impish smile, his name is Paul, S., I suppose. - The wife wiped her palm edge tears from her face. Mascara on her eyelashes began to flow, and the black marks on her cheeks looked like evil shaman patterns.
- Light, calm down, calm down and pull yourself together! I need to know everything - soberly, without emotions!
 Svetlana sobbed like a child, and with a trembling hand took the nightstand next to the bed with a glass of water. Greedily swallowing liquid, it ikala, splashing water directly onto the sheets. Akhmetov looked at her and realized that she was treated to the full. Psychological pressure she could not stand. What will happen next? There's still the son Victor, first-year student. God, if they will take him?
 Akhmetov closed his eyes and said:
- Light, tell me what they said? Detail.
 His wife had calmed down and looked at Rashid, gently stroked his cheek. Nasty gray stubble rustled under her hand:
- You would have to shave, Rashid, all overgrown.
- Light, I beg you, pull yourself together! - Whispered Akhmetov and beckoned her with his finger. Svetlana bent.
Rashid whispered in her ear:
- I forgot, is not necessary here to say, if you can whisper! Only very quiet, I think we listen here!
 Svetlana nodded understandingly. She started and were banned from Akhmetov, got out of bed my purse. Poking around in it, removed the pad and pen. Akhmetov, saw it, nodded his head in approval. Svetlana jotted pen to paper. A minute later she slipped into his hand a sheet. Akhmetov held it to her eyes, but could not read it, it was too dark. Svetlana, looked around, took a lighter from her purse. Flame flame lit headboard. Rashid read the writing, and crumpled paper. He sighed and shook his head knowingly.
- They have offered it? - He whispered to his wife.
 She shook her head.
- What would I say that? And Kostya agreed, he was with you?
 His wife smiled sadly.
- I need to write something, you can make it? Or you check?
Svetlana shrugged his shoulders helplessly.
- Of course. You do not know. Well, anyway, let's handle, I will write this vynesesh and paper, and we have to figure out where to put it - very quietly whispered Rashid, tilting her head to her lips.
 Svetlana sighed resignedly.
- And Viti all good, he also wants you to come, it is not only allowed, - deliberately loudly said Svetlana.
 Rashid smiled, picked up her game, as loudly replied:
- You know, light, nothing in my head will not go.
 His hand exasperated ballpoint pen words on a sheet of paper. The rod pierced her a couple of times. When you finish writing, Rashid put the paper in his hand to his wife. She carefully folded it, unbuttoned her blouse and hid it in her bra. Akhmetov smiled and shook his finger and nodded at her breasts. Svetlana grunted loudly and said:
- And how I miss you!
 Rashid looked impressively on a broken leg.
- Do not worry, I can handle it - languid wife whispered, putting his hand under his blanket.
 Akhmetov could not help laughing.
- I still can not, Light, wait.
 His wife shook her head and got up from his chair, said quietly:
- Okay, I'll come tomorrow, will bring more fruit and mineral water. More-then you do not like the doctor said.
- Wash your face, it's all in a divorce. Ink-it flowed. And Vitka hello, let him come, and Kostya, if he can, - Akhmetov waved to her.
 Svetlana backed away. Poddernuv chest hand, she pointed at the door and said loudly:
- Rashid, you think of us think. This is serious!
 Akhmetov saw that she had played. He realized that she did not give up under any circumstances. He clearly realized that he loved her more than life. Rashid smiled and closed his eyes.


- You want to say that here, in the heart of Russia, in Siberia, there are people who dream of creating a separate independent state? - Wondered Eve.
- Yes! - Andrew and confirmed, taking the cigarette out of the pack and lit up.
- That is, the Russian did not want to live with a Russian? Who came up with this crazy idea?
- Eve, not cut from the shoulder! You do not know all the circumstances, there is, in Berlin more clear!
- What, then, do not chop the shoulder?
- Well, in our opinion, rather, we say that when someone makes a jump to conclusions!
- Oh, I see, I'm in a hurry to make conclusions! Well, tell me why this is possible, when the governor is, one might say, a rebel, in your opinion, a traitor?
- Eva, you are again in a hurry, it's much more complicated - Andrew closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.
His head ached with fatigue.
- Well, explain to me, you promised me a sensation! So far I only hear your story, so to speak, a story in which you can not believe it! It's impossible!
- Okay, calm down, I tell you, explain everything, you are so violently react to my story, which I doubt, that you German. You're more like an Italian, - Andrew smiled sadly.
- No, I am German, but I am a journalist and used to check the facts - in contrast to many of your Russian journalists - retorted Eve, not taking his peaceful tone.
- All right! All that I tell you, I'm telling you, the supporting documents are handed over to me before he died governor. They are the proof! Moreover, all these cases with me today, they are also linked to this, I was just trying to clean! The death of my friend with whom we took the car to go to the Sayan Mountains, also a direct consequence of what I told you.
- Well, I believe in this chain! But I do not understand one thing - why Governor Gusev, who died in a plane crash, it was necessary? After all, he knew that he was doomed to lose?
- Yes, and then I'll explain! There is a situation! This seemingly Russia like a big country where all is one. But in reality it is not so! We have become like the British Empire, where there is London, and the islands of Britain and the colonies? All that is in Moscow to the Urals - the center. Well, we here in the boonies, have become colonies! We are pumping oil, gas, gold, wood! That's it! Without giving anything! Moscow takes all! The local population is living hand to mouth! Their life is no different from the life of the Papuans, who were subjugated by the British. But even those carrying their culture and democracy, and our leaders, who sit in the Kremlin, they just shake their money out of us! So it goes. Ahead there is no clearance, - said Andrei hotly, stung to the quick.
- Is this you say? Is there such sentiments in your community? - Do not believe him Eve.
- There are, as you see. Many people know this, but are afraid. Gusev was the first who dared! But, as you can see here, he was not even allowed vyaknut - removed! I do not think there Chechnya or Ingushetia. As you know, in these republics - the Muslim religion, and when they did not want to live together with the Orthodox. Muslims, as you know, is not very well apply to Christians. But then, Chechnya and even Siberia!
- And I mean it! How is this possible in Siberia, because there Russian live!
- Well, not exactly, you said yourself, Siberia - is, in fact, their own country! Historically it was considered just a part of Russia, but it is a separate country - its culture, its people, its traditions and its own interests! - Convinced Eve Andrew.
- No, nationality determines the language. Well, here, for example, the Ukrainians have their own language, and although they are Russian, or, well, whatever you say, Little Russians, but they have their own language!
- No, you're wrong, and how should the option with Austria? There, residents speak German, but it is not Germany. It's another country! Or the United States and Canada - the official language - English, but this is not the same as England or Australia! There are many examples.
 Eve said nothing. Smirnov appeared to her arguments persuasive. The girl took a sip from a glass of liquor, and do it too.
- I mean, this situation develops, it becomes clear that to live in a huge country - just not efficient, cost margin will always live in poverty! We, the inhabitants of Siberia, are doomed to backwardness. One way out - to separate. Disconnect! Economically, politically! There may be different options - well, the same confederation! But we have to have their own state! We can not live forever on this earth - and not to be their masters! Communists simply did not have owners, and current leaders - all selected elementary and rob us, without giving us anything!
- No, this is wrong! You can not divide! You then take over China or anyone else - did not agree with Andrew Eve.
- Oh, come! Who we capture? Worse than the bondage, which is now, and there will be! Estonia won - they only have half a million people, so what? Nobody does not catch them! We have a population of more than a million Beloyarsk! It does not matter. Just Moscow - an empire, and it will never give up what belongs to her! But always it can not continue! Let's not even now, well over a hundred years, but is no longer Siberia Russian raw materials appendage. Once something happens! Gusev just made the first attempt, and it was unsuccessful. Now all they want to hush up! Because if all of this will leak, it becomes a serious problem, and turn away from it already will be impossible! Kremlin and so problems with the Caucasus missing, plus also the Kaliningrad region, among other things, the former East Prussia! Far East! Kurils! In fact, the Empire goes to pieces. The Kremlin pretends that nothing is happening. And it indefinitely will not continue! And you have a chance to speak and tell the first problem Siberia. It's yours, it can be said, the historic mission! - Andrew looked to Eve's eyes.
 She broke his gaze and looked away. Shaking off his cigarette ash, she quietly said,
- Well, where these documents? I want to see them!
- Well, I see that you believe me. Documents hidden, I hid them, as if feeling that all this is twisted to a spryata ... - Andrew did not finish.
On half his sentence interrupted warble phone call.
 Smirnov suspiciously looked at Eve, then glanced at the clock on his hand and asked anxiously:
- You're waiting for a call? Now two o'clock.
 Eve shook her head excitedly.
- No, I do not know who it could be.
 Smirnov got up from his chair and, with a nod to the phone, said:
- Pick up the phone!
 Eve disobeyed. She nervously grabbed the phone out of the slot machine:
- Hello ... yes ....
 Her face tightened and she held out the phone to Andrew, said to him in amazement:
- It's for you ....
- Me? - Andrew frightened.
 Raised to his ear, he asked cautiously
- Yeah, who wants to talk to me?
- It Ilya Vasilevich, you know that? - Roughly sounded on the other end bass Yegorov. -Just do not say my name!
- V., Lord! How did you find me?
- Shut up and listen, now is not the time! You, I hope, this German woman blabbed about where are the papers?
- No, - said Andrei confused. - So do you know?
- I know! Listen and do not interrupt! You probably listen. I do not know, as a number, but just listen to your tube. Remove the battery! Better yet, throw your cell phone in the toilet! Or somewhere else. Do not talk out loud! They all learn, then you cover! As we do! Do not make mistakes! All negotiations - only in person! I'll find you! Tomorrow! The main thing - to agree with her on the report! And yet - look for witnesses, or Disaster!
- How Vic? Where is he? I lost it! He had to call! But - silence!
- He's all right, do not look for it yet! I'll find you, you still do not talk too much: open your card - do not go out of the hotel and try to be in public places, where they would be afraid to attack! That's it! - The conversation abruptly broke off, and the tube squeaked short beeps.
 Andrew looked aghast at the receiver in his hand, then put it on the machine. Eva cautiously asked:
- Who was it? How did he know you're here?
 Smirnov, without answering her, rushed to the closet in the hallway, where the hanging clothes. Pulling from his jacket pocket a cell phone, he ran to the window, opened it, threw sotik out. Eve watched in amazement for his actions:
- What are you doing, Andrew? What happened? You're scaring me!
 Andrew came close to the girl and asked quietly:
- You have a cell on?
- Yes, but what? I always keep it on, waiting for a call from Berlin.
- I ask you to turn it off! Remove the batteries. This must be done now! - Demanding whispered Smirnov.
 Eve, as if spellbound, pulled from bedside phone and did as asked Andrew. Once the battery was on the table, Smirnov sigh of relief and sat down. Eva looked at him, anxiously asked:
- What does it all mean? What the spy passions?
 Andrew looked askance at a German woman and sarcastically replied:
- Welcome, Fraulein, a game called "the KGB under the hood!" - And very seriously said: - We need to get away from here!
 Eva put her in amazement palm to her mouth. She realized that the situation is very serious. Smirnov flustered and began packing. Camera and tripod, he took to the door. Eva stood and watched him for a loss. Andrew, seeing her hesitation, shouted:
- Well, what's up? Get ready! We're out of here.
- Where to? - Forced a girl.
- I do not know, the main thing that goes away! Move it! You'll have fun Siberian Safari!



Chapter Twenty-seventh



 Nasty hoarse bell echoed through the empty corridor. In the stillness of the night it looked like the cries for help a cold alcoholic. Shuffle of slippers on the plank floor - and disgruntled woman's voice asked through the thick oak door:
- Who else is there?
- Konstantin Simigin live here?
 There was a pause. Woman asleep pondered how to respond.
- Hey, are you there, deaf? Kostya Simigin live here?
- Kostya? Yes, to him twice on the need to press the blue button! What the hell are you push the button on my fucking! - Heard the angry response apartment dweller.
- Sorry, it's not written, it is possible to call?
- Are you stunned? Two in the morning! Or even three! What the fuck? I tell you what, the maid? - Cursed woman.
- Excuse me, but I quickly, and seems to call it does not work!
- And I-what?
- Come on, come on! Open up, your mother! The police! - Suddenly yelled overnight guest.
 Aunt trembled nervously turned the knob and lock. Light, burst out of the door into the dark slit aperture, for a few seconds blinded her. Wrinkled fat face and a hefty black eye. Wild hair sticking out in all directions, like pieces of wire. Aunt closed her eyes and covered his eyes with his hand, murmured:
- So at once and said, Citizen Chief! And then you never know who's knocking at night! I thought, what the bullies.
 A man pushed a woman aside and stepped into the apartment. In the dark, large corridor was nothing to be considered.
- You've got a light-up? - Demanded a guest of a mistress.
- Yes, of course - the aunt bustled and felt the button on the wall switch.
 A dim light without shade hardly lit hallway space. A long corridor communal left in the dark. On stretched from wall to wall, ropes hung wash things. The air was persistent smell of dampness and mold. The man looked at her and said amiably:
- Are you a name?
- Anka, Anna Petrovna. Strugatsky, oh, and you're out of which department? - Woman tried to smooth hand tousled hair.
- Of the city. Major Egorov.
- Oh, Major Egorov from the city. And your bones? And what did he do? - Curiously rattled Strugatsky.
- Do I need to talk to him! Where is his room?
- There's the hall, second door - red upholstered. Nothing, and come out at night, the evening comes, the day comes! - As if to herself told gossip Strugatsky.
 Egorov looked at her and guard:
- Who is coming?
- Yeah, who knows? Without introducing any guys. Here, in the evening the two were! The costumes! As if from the prosecution! - Gives information Anna Petrovna.
 Ilya V. chuckled and walked down the hall. Strugatsky trotted side by side:
- Here, it's the door! - She pointed to the red box, covered with imitation leather.
 Anna Petrovna put his ear to the door and listened, rapped:
- Kostya, open the door! Kostya!
 Egorov turned at the door and muttered irritably:
- Anna Petrovna You go, this is the door close - draft! And here I shall understand!
- Well, well, - she replied politely and walked back.
 Ilya V., looked after her and shook his head resignedly:
- Do not change, the same faces, the same play!
 At this moment the door of Simigina opened, and in the hallway of his tousled head appeared.
- Who's there? - Constantine asked fearfully.
- Citizen Simigin? I'm from the police, Major Egorov.
 Kostya, unhappy looking at stretched Yegorov certificate winced
- Well, as you can? And at night, no rest, what else?
- I can enter? - Demanded Ilya Vasilevich.
Well, come on, just let me get dressed, sleeping, after all! - Simigin opened the door.
 Egorov entered the room and looked around. Wardrobe, table, antique buffet on crooked legs, and the old, almost broken-down sofa. Typical interior of a bachelor whose life it is of little interest. Simigin stood with his arms folded across his chest. This position seemed absurd, since it except blue boxers and a yellow T-shirts, there was nothing. Egorov looked at him and smiled
- Can I sit down somewhere?
- Yes, there's a stool by the window.
 Ilya V. looked down at his shoes, but did not take them. Going to the stool, Yegorov took off his jacket and placed it on the edge of the couch. Kostya hesitated, not knowing how to behave.
- Constantine, so you sit down, I will ask you a few questions and all - took the initiative in Egorov.
- Uh, yeah, yeah ... - Simigin sat on the edge of the sofa. - I just do not understand that for the visit in three nights?
- Circumstances.
-But I have already questioned the evening, I gave testimony, what else you want from me? - His voice was heard Simigina irritation.
- This examination - completion, rather, it is not an interrogation, but a conversation, so to speak, it is necessary to clarify something - replied sternly Egorov.
- Yes, but it was impossible to do this morning? Still night, any idea you have about your personal life? - Muttered resentfully Simigin.
- Excuse me, but is a serious matter! With your permission, that all ended quickly, I will record your statement on the tape. - Egorov took out of his pocket recorder and put it next to Simiginym.
- Yes, that's it? And if I refuse?
- Well, it's your right! But I wanted so to speed up the process. We have something for the committee to quickly learn the expertise rushed from Moscow, and experts are working around the clock! So I thought that you will meet us - sadly Yegorov said, and reached for the recorder.
 Simigin chuckled and waved
- Yeah right, then, write, just let us quickly! I want to sleep! I recently, so do not sleep! Here's the first night managed to fall asleep, not given!
- Thank you, let's start then, so quickly! - Egorov included the record button on the recorder. - When you see that fly on power lines?
- When? Yes, I do not see the wire in front of a cabin there! - Simigin surprised at the question.
- So, the fog was thick?
-How to milk, visibility - about two meters from the cabin, well, it is, of course, relative, speed-then we had sixty kilometers.
- And when he come from? When you saw the fog in the mountains? Do previously could not turn? Back back?
Yeah that's the thing that the fog-then this we do not see. How to go to reduce the mountains, so he came to us, and! We have repeatedly asked for the weather - no fog, sunny, visibility - twenty miles away! I told all this to your, well, prosecutors!
- Yes, I know - lied Egorov.
- Well, that again ask? You yourself have asked to speak to another, and now again my version back or something, pull?
- No, now need true story, it is necessary to draw up the examination.
- But I'm honest and telling - Simigin yawned and rubbed his eyes with his fist.
- Tell me more.
- Well, ask!
- A helicopter was serviceable?
- Yes, it was all right, but when we flew into the mountains, well, went over the ridge, that's when it all started! Devices like sdurel! All arrows to zero! Finder failed, we immediately felt that something was wrong! Rashid wanted to go back, but it was too late!
- And the earth? That the land, the manager is something you said?
- So it's a film you can listen to the talks, you yourself can explain everything! What can I say something? - Outraged Simigin.
- No, the film is one thing, but now it is important that you can explain. Do you, in person, had the impression from everything that happened? - Probed Egorov.
 Simigin stared at him and quietly, as if afraid of his words, he replied:
- So I immediately said that it was similar to what it all a trick! As if someone was specially made! Devices, fog! We have this, I have in particular, for all my flying practice was not!
 Egorov looked to the recorder. He prayed that those words written on the tape.
- What are you so ask if you do not know? - Became suspicious Simigin.
- No, no, everything is fine.
- You yourself have requested that I did not say that! About Rashid said that he, well, at least, give conditionally, that the family had! And me, well, too, because I still want to fly! What has changed anything? - Constantine wanted to know.
- No, no, calm down, calm down! - Egorov turned off the recorder and put it in his pocket.
Strangely, all of it. Some come - one asked me to do it is not so! Then the second night, already - the opposite! - Konstantin muttered irritably.
 At that moment he heard a faint noise in the hallway. Slammed the door, and there was a thud. Egorov looked at Simigina. He waved his hand and reassured him:
- Yes it is Anka, again, probably in the stall crawled for vodka. She crawls around the clock. Cutting all that is in the room. Now, the TV was, probably, and it soon! All anything, but here's cronies-buhariki her tired!
 But Konstantin Egorov not listening. He got up from the stool, and tiptoed to the door. On the move Ilya V. took the gun out of its holster and pulled the axillary shutter. Simigin with frightened wonder at the scene. Egorov, catching his eye, put his finger to his lips, indicating that he made any noise. Simigin hiccupped loudly and stared at the door. Yegorov came to standing near the closet and stood behind him, lay low.
 A few seconds in the room was completely silent. Then he heard a faint creaking floorboards. Behind the door, someone stepped carefully on the floor. Egorov froze like a cat about to throw on a mouse.
 Suddenly there was a strike, and the door swung open. Sitting on the couch in horror Simigin opened his mouth, but did not have time to scream. Two bullets hit him in the chest, lifting the purple fountains of blood. Kostya fell to the floor, his face buried in a dirty rug. Egorov twice shot at an open door. There was a sharp cry and moan. Ilya V. rushed to the door, trying to surprise the enemy surprise. The door on the floor writhing in Simigina killer gunman. Egorov jumped over him and bounced off the opposite wall.
 At this point, a sharp pain seared his shoulder. Ilya V. took two steps back and leaned against the wall. It rained mortar and plaster. Egorov realized that the second assailant on Simigina, shoots a gun with a silencer. Ilya V. sat down and rushed to the side. There was a passage to the kitchen. The policeman fell to the floor and turned over on his back, pointed the gun in the passage. The corridor was heard scuffling and muffled male voices.
- Help me! This bastard to hit me!
- Be patient, you have to clean up!
- No! And it raised the alarm! Now the cops descend, he his "Makarov" half-house woke - must go!
 Yegorov was panting in anticipation of separation. Again was heard scuffling and rustling of clothing on the plank floor. Rather, the wounded killer portage his partner. Ilya V. looked at his right shoulder and realized that wounded. He felt that the whole shirt on her side was wet and sticky with blood. Egorov tried to move his hand, but could not. Shifting the gun in his left hand, he began to crawl to the fridge, standing in the corner of the kitchen. At this time the front door slam. Egorov crouched and listened. The apartment was quiet. Ilya V., barely rising from the floor, went to the corner and looked out into the hallway. It was empty. Only the front door lay a shapeless body of local alcoholic Anne. The woman looked at the ceiling, his arms spread wide. In the middle of her forehead gaping entrance hole from a bullet. With open eyes were frightened. Egorov limped to the door. Pausing at the door, he looked at the floor hallway. On it ran brown trail of blood.
- So, one shot bastard! - Ilya V. grunted and went on to the landing.
 At the entrance was quiet. Egorov, leaning over the railing and looked down. Prior to his share six spans.
- Just do not lose consciousness - he whispered.
Step by step, barely stepping on the steps, he went down. Somewhere above the door slam, and heard voices. Male bass interrupted nasty female falsetto.
- There Anka again, or what?
- Yes, what Anka? There were shooting!
- So maybe this bitch some fancy man with pistol went?
- Yes, what's the fancy man! Some guy limped down! I already call the police!
- Yes, maybe he's lame, that drunk, like a beast! Now the cops come - will only swear that we caused them!
- Let him swear! They would have been better, bitch, for the following order! Stalin, they do not! Half of the wall to put it!
 Egorov leaned against the wall and opened the carriage-door, quietly muttered:
- Raskudahtalos, Raven!
 The street was dark and quiet. The snow crunched under the boots disgusting, like rubbing the glass foam. Egorov, wincing in pain, walked to the front garden. With difficulty climbing over the low iron fence, he fell to the ground. From the corner house on the brick wall darted headlights. Like two yellow wolf eyes, they lit a small courtyard. Verse and the roar of the engine was heard slamming doors.
- Oh, mother! I can not sleep these brutes! Again, the thirty-sixth! In the past pulled duty at this address, bichiha there any lives!
- Come on, check it just in case.
- Ugh, what kind of work is a dog!
 Two shadows in gray jackets police hid in the stairwell. Egorov breath and crawled to the side of the little park opposite. There it stood in the bushes, "Lada". Standing on all fours, Ilya V. hardly got the key to the small slit of the castle. Cold leatherette seat slightly eased the pain. Ilya V. started the engine.
- Just do not lose consciousness - whispered to himself.
 


Chapter twenty-eighth



- Of course, I watched the militants of the Russian mafia and killers of the KGB, but thought it was just a Hollywood fantasy? - Eva whispered anxiously.
-I think so too, but now - he changed his mind - Smirnov looked at a German woman, and slowly opened the door of the room.
 The hallway was quiet and empty. Somewhere in the back burning table lamp hostess. Soft track on the floor helps to move quietly. Smirnov Eve pushed in the back and quietly closed the door of the room. The lock clicked, like cutting off retreat.
- Where are we going? - Eva fearfully looked at Andrew.
- I do not know, the main thing for us right now - to get out of the hotel without the "tail", and to think there will be!
- Do you think that they want to kill us?
 Smirnov did not answer. He pulled the German woman's sleeve jacket. They are treading carefully on the floor, moved towards the room hostess. In the hall stood a tall pillar. But her duty was not. The door of her room service, too, was closed. Andrew came up to the counter and opened the top drawer. Next to a tray for keys lay the cell phone. Smirnov did not hesitate to put it in his pocket. Eve watched in horror for theft. Andrew looked at her, nodded to the fire escape.
- On the elevator can not go. But down the hall, too, we have to go through the back door. Come on down!
 Eve meekly obey his commands. Flight of stairs to the fire exit, the sound of footsteps echoed a resounding echo in an empty room. Trying to keep as quiet as possible, Smirnov stepped on toes. Eva clung to his hand, afraid to fall behind. Andrew always poddergival shoulder bag with a camera. Heavy video equipment full range of motion. States, he did not take, believing that it will only be a burden for them to escape. On the second floor they stopped.
- Then you can not go! There's only way out into the hall - whispered Andrew.
- What to do? - Eva just moving her lips, but Smirnov understood her question.
- We need to get out the back door. Here you can get in a restaurant, it is on the second floor, but I do not know to which the hours he works. If, before the morning is good!
- Then let's go!
- We'll have to go by on duty, but it can alert our visit in three nights! We must think of something.
 Eva looked at him and pulled him firmly. Andrew even taken aback by this behavior girl. It gained confidence from somewhere. Eve opened the door and stepped into the room lobby.
 In one corner stood the same rack as the other floors. Behind her, her face buried in a book, sitting on duty. The blonde in a blue suit with a shiny label on the chest of surprises started and was surprised to look at the night visitors, emerged from the fire escape.
 Eve smiled and walked over to the counter and, leaning over her, muttered in German. Upon hearing foreign speech, duty was relieved and smiled. She obviously did not know German. Concierge nodding in time to Evin phrases and hope for assistance and looked at Andrew. Smirnov understood what Eve sought. He put the bag on the floor and smiled and said the hotel maid:
- Froehlich said that her immediate departure - now, at night! She is a journalist from Germany, she called and asked to fly to Yakutia, but no plane in the morning. Only now, at night. And she had no time to eat. If she could order anything on the road in the hotel restaurant? - Andrew pretended to translate words Eve.
 She played up to him and shaking his head, repeating:
- I ... I ... I ...
 Hostess again smiled sweetly and replied:
- Honestly, I do not know, I think the restaurant is closed, but if you want, I can ask for anything in the kitchen! I've got a friend works, but it is not freshly made, you know. Will she have? - She nodded at Eve.
- Let it be where it anywhere. - Andrew pretended to be tired of the escort capricious foreigners.
 Concierge he smiled sympathetically and, standing behind the counter, pointed to a door in the right corner:
- Then let's go, I'll try anything for you to do.
 In the restaurant was empty. Dim room dispersed only dim sconces on the walls. At four in the morning all the customers have left. Bright lamp was just in the corner of the table administrator. Behind him was an open door to the kitchen. From there, voices and the clatter of dishes. Hostess, tsokaya heels sandals on the marble floor, imperiously called to the servants:
- Hey! Petrovich, you still awake?
 From the doorway old fat man in a suit and white shirt. A beautiful dark red tie twined thick neck.
- Ira! We work until the last client, but today something went all already, but what do you want? - Administrator with astonishment at Andrew and Eve.
- Why, the German was late, it urgently needs to go somewhere, well on the road wants to take something to eat.
 The man shook his head sympathetically and smiled Eve duty servile smile. Such grins were inherent only to the employees of expensive catering. Proschityvaya advance in mind, as you can rip off foreigners, administrator purring baritone answered
- Of course, of course, for our guests, which deigns Frau?
 Andrew replied for Eve, showing that it is the translator:
- Frau wants kakih-nibud salads and a few sandwiches.
- Do you have something decent?
- Of course, of course, a seafood salad, eating vegetables with walnuts. Salmon, salami!
- Come on, that is, - casually Smirnov.
- Are not you going to transfer it to the menu? - Surprised administrator.
- No, it relies for my taste - disdainfully replied Andrew.
 Eve smiled and nodded:
- I! ... I! ...
- Well, tell me how. I ask you to sit back a little bit, I'll have all cook at the same time and thought - busily said administrator.
 Andrew looked at Eve. She understood his hint and took out a melenko handbag. Administrator eagerly looked at the flicker in her hand bills and sighed. Smirnov, seeing the suffering, took Eve hundred euros and, thrusting a piece of paper the fat man in disgust said:
- To you, I think, account currency will be more convenient?
- Yes, yes! - Glad administrator. - Of course, as you wish.
- Only one condition: we want to see how you are preparing us sandwiches, and then throw at any leftovers!
- To take offense, young man! Everything will be done in the best possible way! - Outraged fat. - Please, can go to the kitchen! Cook for you and cook!
 Andrew shook his head and looked at Eve. He gave her hand a sign that she went to the kitchen. The girl got up and moved in that direction. Fat man trotted after her, bent back like a slave to Pharaoh.
- I will no longer need? - Asked the hostess, who was standing all the time on the sidelines.
- No, no, - smiled Andrew.
 The girl moved to the door. Watched her, Smirnov took out his cell phone stolen them from the concierge desk, and by dialing the operator cab, called a car. He asked the dispatcher, the driver pulled up to the service entrance of the restaurant.
 
 Ten minutes later ... they came to Eve in the hotel courtyard. Yellow "Volga" with black checkered puffed engine waits for customers.
- Where are we going? - Eve asked anxiously, clutching a bag of restaurant meals.
- Let's go to a friend of mine, it should give us shelter, - mysteriously dropped at her Smirnov, opening the door of the "Volga".
 Eve sat in the car on the front seat. The driver turned on the counter and asked:
- Where to go?
- On Karbysheva eight - called Andrew address.
 Car started and drove through the city. Andrew turned around and looked in the back window. The street was empty. They certainly managed to break away from surveillance, if it existed at all. Gloomy thoughts were spinning in my head. The plan was absurd.
 Smirnov pointed home, where his old friend Tatiana Sukharev. He was with her longtime romance that is flashed into flame violent feelings, then faded and glowed like embers taiga raw deadwood. Unfortunately, now there was a period of corruption ....
 Tanya was jealous. Good in bed, she spills out feelings of love to all the other realities of life. Selfish, narcissistic emancipated babe with looks Creole. Dark skin and jet-black, long hair. Burning dark brown eyes and beautiful long legs. Exterior top model and the nature of Indian shrew. Affected in the presence of family Sukharev Bashkir blood. Her maternal grandmother was probably a descendant of Salavat Yulayev. Tatiana did not forgive Andrew his volatility and required him to complete spiritual and physical impact in their intimate relationships. Smirnov is depressed, and he regularly sought a quarrel, to two or three weeks rest from the passionate girlfriend.
 Roll up to the Sukharev with cute foreigner in four nights was the height of folly and arrogance. Things could end in smashing plates on his head and scratches on his cheek fat. But Andrew decided on this choice he had. Where to go as far back as the time of day, except for Tanya, he did not know.
- Who are we here? - Eve asked, when the car stopped near tankinogo home.
- So, a familiar one - Andrew and growled, paid the driver opened the door. - Come on, no other way we do not have!
 Eve out of the car and looked around nervously. Head wind with the February frost immediately slipped under his jacket. Eve was cold and shivering. Andrew looked at her, smiled, and, with his bag on his shoulder with the camera, opened the front door.
- I ask you - he gallantly offered to Eve.
- You did not answer me, to whom we come from? I do not like this story, I'm tired of being afraid, a bad voltage. Who are we here?
- Oh, we have come to my, well, Boyd Gurley, what-if, - muttered Andrew.
- To whom? - Eve stopped on the stairs and stared into his eyes.
 Smirnov he saw in her eyes twinkle jealousy.
- To my friend, well, familiar. It is - you have it called boyfriend or whatever, Boyd Girl!
- You brought me to his mistress? - Indignantly clarified Eve.
- Well, not a lover, a lover - is when a man is married, and her friend.
- To the girlfriend? But you are a member of it like this - in an intimate relationship? - Try to find out Eva, her voice betrayed a notes of irritation.
 Yes-you-what's the difference? Come on, the main thing - that it has taken us to the house to spend the morning, and see what happens, think of what to do!
- I do not want to go home to your mistress! - Categorically stated Eve.
 Smirnov, looked at her and, placing the bag on the stage, said:
- I can not understand you, madam, or how you got there - Fraulein Stoltz! Now this is not about my personal life, but of our lives. And in general - what do you care about my love life? We've got business to do!
 Eva chuckled and vzdernuv spout turned away.
- Let's go! We need somewhere to sleep, tomorrow, or rather today have called in Berlin! And maybe tomorrow, go away! Think about the best, - said Andrei peacefully.
 The girl sighed and said softly:
- She let us? Home?
- I do not know. Let's see, maybe it will be a scandal. But the choice, it is still not. Let's go! - Andrew threw the bag on his shoulder and began to climb the stairs.
- I would not let him! - Sarcastically said Eva.
 On the fourth floor Andrew stopped near one of the doors and pressed the bell. He mewed like a little kitten. The call went unanswered for a long time. Finally heck clanged and the door opened. In the doorway appeared a slender girl, dressed in a silk dressing gown. Tatiana frowned at the bright light driveway. Her face was sleepy aggressive discontent. But when her eyes fell on Eve, she shoved the door down. Brown eyes flashed with fury.
- Yes! Smirnov! You do have oborzel! Here with their whores pinned! - Hissed evil Tatiana. -At three o'clock in the morning! In four! Night! Bastard! You luck!
- Tanyuha, wait a minute, I'll explain everything! Can we get in? - Andrew stammered.
 Sukharev but was not listening.
- You ruined my life! Bastard! Pinned here, what do you want to prove? Now that you have the taste - the blonde? - Tanya nodded at Eve.
- Tanyuha, stop it! Let us in the apartment, not happy here scandal! - Persuade Andrew.
- What a scandal! You're quite lost conscience! Pray to God that I love you with your whore with no stairs going down! Did you get drunk? You're drunk! You do it all especially like? Hung about a week, and now appeared! So even with a girl!
- Tanyuha, come on, give, we'll go, I'll explain.
- He said, no, you look at him! - Do not listen to him Sukharev.
- Sorry! I'm not a whore! And not a girl! I - his employer! - Suddenly came into their squabble Eve.
 Sukharev amazement looked at her and asked quietly:
- Who? Who?
- The employer! - Eva said defiantly.
 Coming close to Tatiana, she added softly.
- If you are a decent woman, girl, first let us home, and then we will talk, the conversation will be serious!
- I wonder what it is you give him a job - service itself? - Furious Tatiana and slapped a resounding slap Andrew.
On his cheek was red imprint his fingers.
- Yes you sdurel! This Fraulein Stoltz, from Berlin! She is a journalist of ZDF! Are you shame me in front of Powers! - Yelled Andrew.
 Tatiana looked at Eve
- Stoltz? From Germany?
- Yes, Stolz. Eva Stoltz, from Germany, the city of Berlin! Here is your friend - money job offer, and it turns out nothing! I somehow calls his girlfriend a whore, tomorrow, I think we will break the contract! - Grimly confirmed Eve.
 Tatiana's eyes widened in surprise and said:
- Excuse me, I think ...
- First, you need to find out everything, and then beat in the face! - Eva said angrily. - So you will release us into the house or not?
 Sukharev, as if hypnotized, stepped aside for guests in the apartment.
- Of course, of course, come in, sorry - confusion she murmured.
 Eva went into the hall with her head held high, like a Roman soldier in Alexandria. Andrew pushed against the wall, and put the bag on the floor and closed the door. He rubbed his cheek. The slap was strong.
 


Chapter twenty-ninth



- You, V., quite mad, perhaps, in his old age? - Said a gray-haired man in a white robe, shoulder bintuya Yegorov.
 Ilya V. frown, but bit the bullet. He was sitting on the couch in tight large cabinet with white tiles on the walls. The room was a strong smell of drugs and animals. It was a job Pyotr Morgunova, veterinarians and an old friend Yegorov. Dr. Feelgood, called Egorov his schoolmate. Feelgood was a reliable man. It is for him Egorov went after the shooting and killing of Simigina. They knew each other these forty years and in that time have become like brothers. Although Morgunov treated domestic small animals, and Egorov catch thieves and bandits, they had a lot in common. Together constantly went fishing, went to football and walking with their grandchildren in the city park. Sometimes they get drunk as hell after a visit to the bathhouse morgunovskoy cottage. But the family forgave them all, seeing the sincere affection of the old investigator and veterinarian.
 From a bullet wound to the shoulder of the Egorov was through. The bullet grazed only soft tissue shoulder. Morgunov finished bandaging his friend's shoulder, took off his rubber gloves and threw them in a bucket:
- Well, get dressed, very lucky man. A little more - and the bullet shattered a collarbone you!
 Egorov frowned and, with difficulty putting on a shirt, dissatisfied asked
- Pass-through, you say? Why do I feel so shitty? As if about to fall into a swoon? Permanently black goose before your eyes!
- Hmm. And how people should feel, if after the soft tissue was thirty-eight caliber bullet?
- Thirty-eight? How do you know? You're a veterinarian, not ballistics expert?
- Veterinarians also often have to extract the bullets of the dogs. People and animals in the firing! Absolutely vile creatures! Twenty-five years of practice, I learned to identify something! - Muttered irritably Morgunov.
- Well, the weapon can be determined?
- Well, you give! No, but like a "Makarov" or "Stechkin", according to the nature of the injury, though, and I can make a mistake.
- Why would I mind, then almost lost?
- Well, sir! You had a painful shock and loss of blood! At your age, doctors recommend not to participate in such events! - Morgunov came to the clear glass cabinet and pulled out a large bottle of pot-bellied with sharply on its side and a rubber stopper.
- What's that for castor oil, Dr. Feelgood? - Egorov pointed to the pot in the hands of Peter Ivanovich.
- Castor oil? -Offended one. - You're the castor oil, it is - alcohol, you, by the way, is useful. Let's go to the staffroom, there's drink, get up, bring your ass!
 A few minutes later they were sitting at a table, on which lay the old aside from books and reference books on the diseases of animals, were thick glasses and a plate of sliced sausage. Morgunov busily poured alcohol and without waiting Egorova, drank his dose in one gulp.
- Well, tell me that this time? - Sighing, he asked Peter Ivanovich.
 Ilya V. paused, and took his glass, drank it, too. Biting cold cuts, he frowned and said quietly:
- Ugh! Strong! So, Peter, history - foul! It seems unnecessary and your help!
- What, crooks neutered, as cats have? - Grimly joked Morgunov.
- No, worse! I got involved. Rather, got me my naparnichik in a political adventure boevichok. With a very sad ending!
- Who pulled? Vic, what? Jerk that he has done? - Morgunov again poured alcohol into glasses.
- A! Boy - disappointed dismissed Egorov. - Looks like they are with this his friend Andrei, well, broadcasters, found-the same sensation on your ass!
- Come on! - Morgunov drank alcohol and, frowning, hissed: - A Th, so serious?
- Yeah, can not be serious. Then, you know, politics! They have some papers, for which our late governor, Goose migratory - that - finished! Very well!
 - Governor? Hmm. It's funny! And Vic with Andrei here with?
- Well, they have in hand, I tell you, some documents remained. They, like, Gusev himself before death Andryukha gave.
- Those guys themselves! - Whistled Petro. - Well, you do with it?
- I though all know that, and now you, too, here! And there is little people-hunt, out of the office, that's me they've been shot. Policy!
- Well, e-my! I'm a veterinarian! Fuck me on this shit! And why all this is for you!
- Well, I too think! The horseradish - by age? Only now it's too late! The game went on a grand scale! I just got off a helicopter pilot who was taking Gusev. So it - that - finished right in front of me! I do not have time here - Egorov drank a dose of alcohol.
- Pilot? What do you mean? You're on mokruhu smeary? Oh my! What do something now? And anyway, what is it all began? What market is said to your criminals.
- A fair, Peter, - serious! Gusev, I wanted to make a revolution! He wanted our area - to separate from Russia. Well, to create an independent state, and it's finished! And our guys, idiots, in a heap of shit!
- Ugh! Hour on the hour is not easy! I told you in the ninety-first, that this is over a big mess! Americans think relieved that the Soviet Union collapse? No! They now want to destroy Russia! Into small principalities like sausage cut! A Gusev this fool, seen danced to their tune! - A person Morgunova red, the veins in his temples swelled.
- All right, Peter! Stop me his heresy communist bear! I know you're in the shower with this crap Soviet live. Not about this now!
- Yes! I had the current government did not recognize! Yes, I have always respected the communists, and I will respect! They gave me a home! They've learned! They gave me a job! Apartment! Free tickets! And those that? Dermokratii! It was they have done for the country, for the people? Destroyed everything! Stolen! The needle half the country planted! The other half of men drank themselves! Why do I love them and recognize? - Morgunov excitedly slapped his hand on the edge of the table.
- Quiet, quiet! Take it easy! You're not at the rally. And I - not your electorate! I am a friend to you. Homeland you, by the way, not the Communists gave, and your mother! And it sucks! And I got in trouble! And these guys got it! This is not the light of past market! Now it is necessary for Khrenovoe and gloomy future to think about! And to think is: otherwise the next time you have been in a smart suit, a red box with a black ribbon on the edge of the cover you will see! If at my dead body found. And then so I will be missing a number. I came to you for help came! A Communist, I do not touch your.
 Morgunov hurt pouted and turned away from Yegorov. He was breathing heavily. Ilya V. hand touched him on the shoulder and said quietly:
- All right, Peter, help, stop sulking! Or say you scared that he did not want to soil oneself that shit that you have children and grandchildren! Tell me, I will understand and not be offended. And go.
 Morgunov shrugged his shoulders, dropping his hand Yegorov. Angrily puffing, he turned and, without looking at other's eyes, poured alcohol into glasses. Ilya V. silently watched his movements, waiting for an answer. Morgunov drank alcohol, and said softly:
- What should I do?
- Thank you, Peter, - Ilya V. breathed heavily.
- Come on, thank you, too early, that something should be done, how to help a kid and you?
 Egorov and thought, after a pause, replied:
- Well, the first thing to check on Vitka here and carry it, hide it! You got in your hospital can escape for a few days?
- Well, think of something! Chief doctor is now on vacation, I like as for the main ...
- That's right!
- Well, what next?
- And then, besides our conspiracy, one must go to her aunt. To his wife commander, helicopter pilot Akhmetov. To him, then do not get it in the hospital under guard, and that's it-it!
- And to her, why?
- I'll explain, write one to do, and, if so, take the paper from her husband. They have to pick carefully, so that no one will suspect! And third, to hide the tape's not. - Egorov from his pocket and pulled out a tape recorder. - This is the trump card, the last dying Simigina questioning. She can beat any ace!
- So you have to use as a coherent want? - Indignantly asked Morgunov.
- Yes, Peter, yes! You love a conspiracy and the revolutionary struggle? - Grimly joked Egorov.
 Morgunov twitched and rose from his chair, took a tape recorder with Ilya Vasilevich:
- Fuck you, Ilyusha .... Hide it in a cage for cats kassetku yours.
               

Chapter thirtieth


- Captain, you know, things do not go according to plan! We do not control the situation! Someone playfully and boldly lead the game. And we can only watch it all Katabasia - tall trim man in an expensive gray suit nervously paced the room.
- Comrade Colonel, I understand, but you have to understand - to play, not knowing against whom, moreover, that all the threads of the puppeteer lead to Moscow, just unreal! - Gave him a young woman with a spectacular appearance.
 Dressed in a strict business suit, she sat at a big long table and tapped a pen at a high polish. This was Svetlana Popova, school friends Victor Postnikov.
- Yes! Yes, Svetlana! I know everything! But you understand! Do you see what I personally from Moscow's Lubyanka Square ask! General almost every two hours on the carpet pulls! - Irritation reprimanding her boss's office FSB Colonel Alexei Martynov.
 He stopped at the window and leaned against the window, staring at the thick glass in front of him. Behind him in the gray haze of the February morning on the street slow flow stretched string of cars. Blurred lights in small drops on the window and a reflection-abstract blur. The colonel put his forehead against the cold glass plane and closed his eyes, took a deep breath:
- And you, Major, what? What else do I lift?
- Nothing comforting, Comrade Colonel, until no leads. - A young man sitting in a chair in the corner office.
- How so? Who are you, the head of the analytical department, or - just walk out? - Colonel angrily turned and glared at the man in the chair.
- Excuse me, Comrade Colonel, but ...
- There is no "but" major, no! To the afternoon I was presented a real plan and a real note on the damn group superkillerov! By the evening! Do you understand, Major Seregin? And your wife will be excused for the spilled yogurt, retired, if you leave it out of our office! - Colonel utterly mad.
 Svetlana felt it and tried to reduce the temperature worsen the situation:
- Sergey ... - it is specifically named Colonel by my name, he loved it. - Sergey, I think we need to make clever move, as we have tried to do, it will help us turn the tide.
 Colonel interested in her words, and he went away from the window and sat down on a chair. The table in the hands cupped, he looked into the face of Popova and asked quietly:
- What do you suggest, Captain?
- I think we should go to Smirnov before it will be released this dashing arrow. And to offer a deal.
 Colonel tapped the polished and thought. Silent for a few seconds, he asked hoarsely:
- What's the deal?
- Well, I think he should be given a guarantee of security and the ability to resolve this situation. Instill in him confidence that everything can be fixed, if he gave us these documents Gusev.
- Hmm, we can give a guarantee of security? - Colonel asked skeptically.
- Absolutely, no. It needs to be temporarily isolated, well, for a while, until we understand who work in our city, and find out the purpose of these people! Smirnov to hide in one of our apartments.
- Well, let's say, and then what? We can not hide it forever and even more to know that he will be silent! After all, he - a journalist, and who knows whether he will give us the damn papers, and a copy of that if he did? Then the scandal hit the press? Especially as he is now, as you say, this German woman Stolz works! I just do not know. We can not, we just remove it, as conventional cleaners! We're not the CIA or the NKVD, thank God those days are over! And, by the way, where is he now? - Colonel looked at the Major.
 He lowered his eyes.
- I repeat the question: where Smirnov and Stoltz?
 Major stood up stiffly and silently reported:
- Excuse me, Comrade Colonel, they're gone ...
- How does it go? Are you shot monitoring of this sweet couple?
- No, but they ran out of the hotel at night, seen through the restaurant, we asked the servants, they confirm.
 The Colonel stood up and leaning his hands on the table, bellowed like a wounded bear:
- Mmmrr! Are you there to breed? What do you want here - a day care? Did you allow? Not only that decided to allow the development of this situation, so more out of control the main figure out! Are you willing to become a captain? I can give you to make a sweep of the thirty-seventh!
 Popov frightened look on the chief and, touching his arm, trying to calm him down:
- Sergey, here the circumstances ...
- What the hell, the circumstances, the captain? - Waved her Colonel. - Not only that night killed it, whatever it is - Postnikov, shooting in the house and the body Simigina! So more and Smirnov this German woman was gone! You what? Completely lost their minds? You have that, it is necessary to work to relearn?
- Oh no! - Bolt upright, timidly replied the major.
 Tatiana looked at him sympathetically. She felt sorry for his colleague. He sighed loudly:
- Do not you breathe me here languidly not breathe, Tatiana! This game is very, very serious. Perhaps, in your career, it may be the last! And how do you play it, depends on your future! And my - Colonel wearily plopped down on a chair. - That evening I knew where German and Smirnov!
- Yes! - Major snapped.
- Do not you just stand there like a dummy, you are out of the army - angrily nodded at him Colonel. - Sit down! What with shooting and killing Simigina?
- There's cops and prosecutors worked. We asked for the case, but we must wait for the reaction of
Attorney General. While previously known in the apartment, except for the dead and the local Simigina lodger, found traces of blood of two more people. This means that in a skirmish opponents hurt each other. And judging by the abundance of blood, wounds serious! - Rapped Major.
- Hmm, Attorney General's office. Yes it will now pull - muttered irritably Colonel - And what makes you think that they hurt each other, and not one hurt others?
- The nature of the traces of bullets. They are found in different directions and released from the different weapons.
- What the?
- Perhaps, the PM and "Stechkin", perhaps - "Globe".
- So "Globe" or "Stechkin"? Or is the PM? - Puzzled asked the colonel.
- Most likely, all three.
- What does this mean?
- It means that the attackers were armed with modern weapons. Special equipment - working pro, the action level is quite high. This all looks like a pre-planned operation.
- But the fact that our city employees are professionals, I've heard. I am interested in what the group and who does it work? - Colonel reprimanded displeasure. - What did you tell me about these guys can tell? How many people, at least?
- Well, how many people just can not answer. But judging by the handwriting and the next, in a group of at least four people. Have accurate information about the area. Superbly have skills conspiracy. It seems that there is access to a telephone exchange. They have special equipment for wiretapping. Wave trap - this is not even in our management,-with sadness in his voice reported to Seregin.
- What the volnoulovitel?
- Well, it is a device that allows you to intercept cell phone conversation. Moreover, the phone can be used even in a passive state. He works as a transmitter. A man does not call it, and you can listen. We have a similar, but only stationary. They also, according to information, the mobile device. Moreover, we detect it, too, can not. Our experts at the Department of reconnaissance and electronic access, simply can not get a signal from them this damn station.
-What do you want to say, if my phone is turned on ... - Colonel nodded at his desk, on which lay his cell phone, they can listen to me quietly? All I'm saying, just listen?
- Well, like this, but, of course, your listen-they can not, in a building set special protection. A simple, narrow-minded - please. It is only necessary to know the number of the object.
- Damn it! I wonder where these bastards such equipment? It's obviously all said that behind them is a serious one! But who? - Thought the colonel. - Hmm, and how to fight it? As of this wiretapping go?
- A way until one: No power - no signal! Need to remove the battery from the phone. Then they do not hear. By the way, you've got scolded. But I want to draw your attention to one thing: Smirnov and Stolz went on our observations in this way.
- How is it? - Do not understand Seregina Colonel.
- They took the battery of the phone, and therefore disappeared from the airwaves. We, too, are using such a system. A number wiretapping was ineffective. They hardly spoke on the phone the city. So they went away from our kids.
- So, it turns out Smirnov and Stoltz know about how wiretapping?
- Yes. They warned people as unidentified. He called Smirnov and told him to shut off the phone.
- Take that, Grandma, and St. George's Day! - Colonel sighed. - So, does anybody know about this game? And he knows Smirnov and Stoltz! It seems he has told all. Holy smoke! We heap! - Colonel muttered. - Now we need to wait for some action from Smirnov and Stolz. A little more - and they were forwarded the information to Berlin! Simply merge on the Internet! Okay, back to the shoot-and-kill Simigina. He defends and wounded people. who was at the time of the murder in the apartment, from which he fired?
- From peema - said the major.
- It is interesting, and it was a man? Who could it be?
- We suspect that this is a senior investigator Egorov, partner killed Postnikov - Insert Popov.
- How do you take?
- He's gone, and it was not at home, and in general, before his death Postnikov was in his company. He saw me in a meeting with Postnikov, the Egorov - Tatiana her hair on her temple.
- Well, well, already something! - Interested murmured Colonel. - Who's the Egorov that we know about him?
- It requested is currently working, but on characteristics - normal hard worker, cop! Prior to retirement he remained for three months, has a family, children and grandchildren. In general, a man like a man!
- Yes, it is warmer - a new person involved, that's how! Well, well, work, like as it is now our ally! And he - the only one, besides Smirnov, our uninvited guests have seen! Well, well, work! By evening, so that I knew and was told where the Egorov!
- I think it must be sought Akhmetov with his wife, he will go out on it, and one more! On the morning of Beloyarsk arrives Gerhard Hongqi. This operator broadcaster ZDF. It caused Eve Stoltz. It seems that she and Smirnov had problems after a scandal in the administration. This is also our advantage. Because at this Gerhard Stoltz sure will! - Said Tatiana.
- That's it! See me, do not miss! - Colonel shook his finger at the major. - What about this scripture Akhmetov?
- It is with us here! - Major Colonel handed the folder.
 He looked at the sheet of paper and set aside.
- Well, it's better! It is even possible to send to Moscow! And you personally, Tatiana - I need this Smirnov! I need these papers Gusev, at any cost! Any! This is a matter of national importance! Pass information - and we are, one might say, the unemployed - at best! That's it! - Colonel stood up, showing that the meeting is over.
Popov and Major got up and left the office. The office of lieutenant on duty sympathetically watched them.







Chapter thirty-first
 


- You know, I've always been afraid of flying - blonde rolled her eyes wearily. - For me, flying is an extreme sex!
- Sex? Hmm, this is nice, why do you say that? - Red-haired man with astonishment companion and put down the magazine.
The blonde glanced at a color cover and smiled and said admiringly:
- Oh! You are viewing "Der Spiegel" in German? Are you German?
- Oh! Yes, I own - redhead sighed.
- Why do you say that? You have a nice accent! Are you from the Baltic states?
- No, I'm from Germany.
- You - German? How funny! Why did not I get it? - Blonde again bared her teeth in a smile.
- Well, for me it is - the highest recognition! - Said proudly redhead.
- Yes? Why?
- Well, because I am, therefore, quite properly speak in Russian for if I did not recognize Russian German!
- Hmm, interesting! - Blonde straightened curl on his temple.
- Yes, me too. Let me introduce myself - Gerhard Hongqi, I'm from Berlin!
- Oh! From Berlin! Great! I Irina or simply - Ira! I'm from Irkutsk, but that fly to Beloyarsk there transplant. And you, why do you fly to Siberia? - Blonde glanced at the window.
Him blackened night sky. Billowing clouds of black smudges somewhere down there, covering a vast ocean of the taiga. Aircraft engine noise was barely audible, only a faint squeak escaping jets of jet fuel a soft background was in the cabin. Most of the passengers were sleeping sweetly aircraft, covered blankets. Irina turned to fellow travelers and quietly whispered:
- You know, all my life I dreamed about this for romantic? Somewhere at the height of the clouds, to meet a real man, a foreigner! That is hilarious! And this is really happening! I, frankly, somehow uncomfortable.
- Why not? All is well! - Gerhard smiled and looked at his neighbor on the right.
- He's asleep - said his fears calmed Irina.
- No, I just wanted to offer you a bit of good to drink whiskey! I'm taking with me! And here, I want you to entertain! - Gerhard slightly flushed with embarrassment.
- Yes? It's easy! - Happily agreed girl.
The German reached under the seat and pulled out a small leather bag. From there he took a flat bottle of whiskey.
- That's just the glasses have to ask, I have with me - blame Gerhard said.
- Oh! It now! I take from the flight attendants! - Irina got up from his chair and walked down the aisle, treading softly on the soft cover tracks.
Gerhard looked between the seats and having considered the slender figure that accompanies it, smacked his lips:
- Sehr gut!
A neighbor on the far chair yawned sweetly and turned to the wall. A few minutes later, Irina returned with plastic cups and a bottle of mineral water.
- We have taken drink, such a tradition, snacks and some do not! - She said, sitting in a chair.
- Why drink? This is not Russian vodka! Here it is necessary to keep the taste in your mouth - Gerhard surprised.
- Well, we in Russia are wrong! Wash down with whiskey, vodka zanyuhivaem and beer pohmelyaemsya! - Irina laughed softly.
- Hmm, I wonder why?
- Because our country is special! Vaughn - flying for two hours, and the lights, then almost none. From one large city to another few hours of summer! You during this time you can fly all over Europe!
- Oh, that is what it is! - Gerhard whiskey poured into cups.
Irina, a glance at the proposed dose, curled lips and muttered resentfully:
- Gerhard, Gerhard! So we poured only enemies. But we're not enemies? Were once! And now - friends - and she took the bottle and poured almost full glass.
The German looked at her and said cheerfully:
- And I do not want to go to Siberia. Thought there - brrr! - Cold! And bears walk the streets. And now I see - wrong! This trip can be enjoyable!
- Yes, as they say, from Siberia with love! - She nodded at the glass and drank.
The German looked like she swallows whiskey winced slightly and repeated her same. Irina washed down with mineral water and breath, said:
- You Th in Siberia then flying? - And, embarrassed, covered her mouth with his palm: - Oh, I can be "you", was easier...
- Oh! Nothing, nothing, come on "you"! - Answered cheerfully flushed German. Alcohol has much effect on him. Gerhard took a sweater and throwing it on the arm of his chair, rubbed his hand in hand:
- Well, as they say in Russian - I do not remember, but something about the break at the bus stop!
- Ha ha! - Irina laughed. - Who taught you this?
- Oh, a familiar one, work together, he was in Russia, at work, and here I am. And all the time say that when we are together to drink alcohol! - The German was a little stutter.
- Do not, do not, we say, between the first and second - pereryvchik small! Come and acquaintance! - Irina again poured into the glasses of whiskey.
- Oh-oh-oh! Yeah, so like and say it! - Gerhard tipped his glass to his mouth.
The second dose, he drank a lot easier.
- So why are you going to Beloyarsk?
- I - TV cameraman. I fly to work. I will shoot for our company - drunk Gerhard began to speak with an accent.
- A! So that's it! Well, for the operators of television - Irina winked and drank his whiskey.

Half an hour later ... completely drunk Hongqi unsteadily toward the bathroom. There, bent over the shiny stainless steel bowl, he published a savage growl. At this time, Irene pushed to the side sleeping neighbor and said quietly:
- I think the client is ready, you can change.
- Do not bother, a colleague - not opening his eyes, the man said. - Arrival, probably a local outdoor advertising firm put out there to come off right. The most important step - to put that drunken bastard in the car, it's your problem, well, the rest was - we are!
- Oh, Vova! Forever you me some whores forced to play!
- I do not order you to sleep with him, but if the cause is required, why not? - Man chuckled sarcastically.
- Fuck you, asshole! With you, I just do not lie down in bed!
- Okay, okay, sold! Work! Look, I do not upeysya! Here he comes, your Fritz, - the man turned to the wall.
Gerhard with all the fluff flopped into a chair. He was quite drunk, but trying to appear sober.
- Oh, Hera! Can I call you'll Gera and then Gerhard somehow sounds sloppy? Like "Mein Kampf"! Disgusted - whimsical and gentle at the same time said Irina, holding his cheek his palm.
German smiled and forced himself:
- I! Yes, there is! Let the call, I'm good! Well understand - Hera! And Hitler - bad! We do not love!
- Fuck it, your Hitler! Bastard! Come on - for "Hitler Kaput!" - Irina poured whiskey left in the bottle.
- Nine! Nine! - Tried to protest Gerhard.
But Irina her arms around his neck, and kissed her on the cheek and forced to capitulate.
German drunk and rolled his eyes. Irina little scared at the thought that he fell ill and he was about blyuvanet her. But Gerhard released air and grabbed Irene's hand and began to kiss her fingers.
- Good - is used das fantastic! I dream that I love and kiss Russian women!
- Well, well, here's arrival, I'll kiss you for real, - Irina patted his hand on the head.
- Really? But you're from Irkutsk! You fly another burg!
- I'm doing at Beloyarsk stop for two days, I got a brother. He meets me at the car. Can carry with you for some time together - offered Irina.
- Oh! Got Mine! I, I, I! Let's be together!
 Half an hour later ... the cabin swept announcement landing. Purring voice from the speaker asked the fasten seat belts. But Gerhard has not heard it, he was sleeping peacefully, his head on his knees fellow traveler. Irina patted his red hair and a thin heel pushed an empty bottle of whiskey on the floor. She rolled and clinking, and lingered at the edge of the board.


 -Girl, girl! Keep your drunken buddy! - Burly man in a flight jacket evil shoved pulled hard on him Gerhard.
Irina smiled apologetically and tried to push the drunken Germans to the ladder. But he fell out of inertia on the shelf with bags.
- Gerhard! Where is your luggage? - Shaking his girlfriend.
- A woman! Won his bag - a young flight attendant nodded to the far shelf. Irina smiled gratefully and leaning Hongqi to the counter, took the green trunk.
- Men! Well, help bring someone to the car! - Addressed to Irina coming out of the plane passengers.
- Let me help you! - Call the man in the gray coat.
 It was a neighbor on the flight from a side chair on the right.
- Be so kind, - Irina nodded at Hongqi.
Neighbor caught busily German arm and embraced by the waist, dragged her to the door. On the tarmac in the face blew nasty prickly February wind. Drifting snow was driving on concrete slabs airport carousel gray snow. The roar of aircraft engines and bright, cutting eyes spotlight Gerhard woke, he started, and bellowed:
- I have met here, too, there is for me to come too!
- Go! We still need to get to the parking lot - calmed his man in a gray jacket.
Near the exit to the buses was a whole crowd of greeters. Cheers and bustle of the crowd. Crowds seized arrivals. Irina was trying to keep up with any leading Gerhard and companion in a gray jacket.
Suddenly someone pulled her by the arm. Irina, throwing a glance at the guy in the black down jacket, put his hand a green bag German. The guy instantly disappeared in the confusion. Irina, seeing to Gerhard and a man in a gray jacket approached two others in black down jacket, stopped. Assessing the situation, she headed toward the station. On the corner waiting for her gray "Volga". Irina dived into the cabin in the back. The driver was a broad-shouldered man. He said, looking at her in the rearview mirror, said quietly,
- Well, how?
- Ugh, okay! Need to get to the corner, they're probably one! Documents it from me, I took it, stuff it in a bag. Are you ready?
- Yes! We are waiting!
- Who will be Hongqi?
- Lt. Kolobkov.
- Note Hongqi - red!
- Kolobkov too.
- German as he owns?
- It's OK!
- See, and that Stolz may bite through it ushlaya woman!
- Do not see through! We have put all the standard - hemmed driver - She does not know Hongqi face. He on the other broadcaster. We have got a whole legend! And should something - just a couple of days! Vytsepit documents and everything, and then went to the office blizzard! Local colleagues fuss raised. Play to the utmost, to the very first rumors dragged!
- By the way, where are they? Is there? - Irina asked excitedly.
- What, the three groups! We searched the their work. We'll have a full rip!
- And if Crossover?
- Well, all bets are off - oh!
- What does this mean?
- We can not light up, we will go to the dump - put all! Or are they - we, or do we .... - Grimly explained the driver.
- Oh, I do not like this whole thing! Play against their own, and even the first number, for some lousy papers!
- Well, Ira, I'm sorry - this job! You to our office force had not been asked. But the paper is something - not lousy! If they resurface, boss us disperse. Count up - country and so scattered, and then went to Siberia in the mayhem! Then, exactly - finished!
- Oh, come on! Touch a little, - Irina by clicking the lighter, lit a cigarette.
- Do not smoke you had before the surgery - bad luck!
- Come to me here! I have four hours in the air hanging! Yes, and the whiskey was fighting with this red asshole! Ate a bunch of converter, sick already! Give me a couple of puffs to pull!
- Okay, smoke too - and snapped the driver started the engine.

 Gray strip of asphalt went away. Climbing a small hill, it seemed to get lost on the junction of the land and the gray sky. The morning was nasty. Thick shroud of endless clouds discolors paint coming day.
 "Volga", blinked yellow flame front position, go on the road leading to the city. After arriving in Moscow on the road trip was pretty busy traffic. A whole string of cars moving towards Beloyarsky.
"Volga" settled down for a clumsy carcass buses, packed full of passengers flown. Irina looked around and tried to see the car tracking. But nothing suspicious in the surrounding cars she saw. The driver noticed her efforts, said dryly:
- You lose skill.
- So hell knows, now divorced machines! Everyone strives to hood "flasher" stick. Saw even Cossacks flashes, like the president travels. Full amazing! What's going on?
- You want to say that the guys with the office "flasher" us go?
- No, nothing. I understand that their car should be invisible.
- Right. Out a hundred yards behind the green "nine." Tinted glass, inside - three. Two other teams - the "sevens". But all of the engines forced, if that - to a point will go! Power - two hundred mares! So to compete with them on the road - bespoleznyak! They lead us to the position of the traffic police! It will try to slap.
- A post away?
- More - fifteen kilometers, at the entrance to the city.
- So, what do we do?
- Now you will see!
"Volga" swerved off the road onto a side road. Snow clouds flew out tires, raising a white cloud. Motor strained roared, the car began to shake the potholes. Irina slumped in his seat.
- Hold on! Now would be a small rally on the road!
- Where do we rush? - Irina cried, clutching the door handle.
- This is a bypass maneuver. It is necessary to share! I'll meet you at the point!
- Where's ours? They are - what kind of car? - Irina tried to examine the rear window after him.
But she could not. Thick shroud of snow covered the survey.
- Where are we going? - Irina shouted to the driver.
- There is about two kilometers through an abandoned farm, where a meeting! The second group will go the other way.
At this point, the cabin resounded metallic clatter. Irina did not understand what it is. At first it seemed that the "Volga", just - falls suspension bolts and turned away - knocking on Lockers. But it was much more serious.
- Females! Shoot! - Shouted the driver. - Lean your head to the RPG!
Irina realized with horror that the sharp blows to the body - nothing like bullets. One of them, breaking the glass, rubbed on the chair and hit the dashboard.
- That bitch! Never did we think that they will capture the loud! - The driver growled.
He confidently gripped the steering wheel in his hands, not allowing the car to come off the narrow track. One little slip-up on the move - and the end. The machine is hopelessly stuck in a snowdrift.
- What they do not go, there is a wilderness! Taiga around! The road to nowhere! - Shouted Irina.
- We have no choice! - Rasped at her driver and I fell down.
- They're gonna get us all the same!
- Not gonna get! Even a little, there a blockage! - Shouted the driver and spun the steering wheel.
The road went sharply to the right. "Volga" and lurched like a last effort, blended in a sharp turn. Over the roar of the engine was heard the crash of falling trees. A huge pine tree fell on the narrow road. Shaggy branches, clinging to the other trees, like a drowning hands, frantically slowed the fall. Pine tree fell, blocking the passage. Green "nine" pursuing "Volga", stopped dead. Jumped out of it and three men fell to the snow.
"Volga" krutanuvshis at the next bump, stuck in the radiator grille and the huge snowdrift stalled. Irina fell off the seat and hit the back of the front seat, she fell to the floor. There was silence. But it was short-lived. Somewhere behind heard popping shots.
Irene moaned and tried to rise. Sore shoulder and knee.
- So you did not say that, then our dam will do? - She asked the driver.
 But he did not answer. A man was sitting with his face buried in the steering wheel. Irina touched him on the shoulder. The driver fell to the side. Irina saw on his back a large dark spot. Torn hole in the down jacket brown oozing blood. Irina started back and opened the door. Near the fallen pine were heard sounds of shooting.
Irina got out of the car and instinctively clung to the ground. Standing on all fours, she craned her neck and tried to look around. But through the branches it was impossible to make out.
- Your mother - Irina swore and crawled to the edge of a snowbank.
Suddenly came the chirping of the top screws. Black-and-blue helicopter emerged from tops of trees and, putting a sharp turn, swept over cars. Irina fell in the snow and turned over on his back, carried helicopters look. From the open side hatch helicopter stuck a long barrel gun. Irina crawled to the car and dived into the cabin, and began to rummage through his pockets jackets killed the driver.
- Where the hell is it the fuse .... - Irina felt for a small metal cylinder in your pocket. Right at the heart. As if the last mandate in this life. Terrible will!
 Such fuses had all the senior teams. In the case of failure, they or their teammates must destroy the body, not to allow the enemy to know something about their personality. Secret unit should be kept secret until the end, even after death - that is the law of their terrible profession.
- What are you doing for the operation bronnik something not wearing? - She said reproachfully dead driver.
Scary, but she did not even know his last name, first name only - Fedor, and the name was not present.
The helicopter landed in a clearing around the bend of the road. Shooting from a fallen tree slightly abated. Irina crawled out of the car, hidden by the snow, looked toward the dam.
Several figures in camouflage, deftly jumping from a snowbank on the snow, surrounded by "nine" and "Volga" on three sides.
- Well, well, Fedor, we were just a lure, what you just said, it is not, I would understand ... - whispered Irene.
Escape was pointless. Shooting almost subsided. May have arrived by helicopter snipers, and it must have been members of the local special forces of the FSB, worked goal as "excellent."
And who were those people to ambush? Surely mercenaries. Irina was certain - the staff their units so clumsily did not work. She understood everything. Theodore knew what was coming. He knew that they would probably die, he knew they were bogus ....
Irina has climbed back into the "Volga" and overpowering himself clung to the dead Fyodor. As if trying to keep warm, she clung to his body with his hands. Because of pine seemed commando. Irina had time to consider his eyes through the slit mask. Fighter, deftly rolled over his shoulder and fell into the snow and sent a submachine gun on the "Volga". Irene smiled, closing his eyes, pressed a button detonator. Powerful blast rushed through the cabin of the "Volga", spreading apart two bodies. Car and jumped like a frog, turned over and fell on the roof.
 


Chapter thirty-second



 - Yes, there was there - no Gerhard! Was not! I waited for an hour, watching, no! You say he's red, so there was not any red! There's generally no push! No one! I spun and taxi drivers, there was no foreigners. They are in fact seen a mile away. One was not there! Just telling you! - Hurt justified Tatiana Sukharev.
She flushed from the cold, sitting on the sofa, legs crossed. On the contrary, in the chair sat Andrew and scowled at her. He realized that the lie she just can not. Eva was smoking at the window, nervously flicking ashes from his cigarette right into a flower pot.
Smirnov looked at a German woman and myself noticed that the houses in Berlin, she would not have allowed myself to that. And here, in Russia, where everything began to turn, started where emotions and the risk to the limit, there is no place where the correct behavior and suspension action - ashes in a pot, please. No, Russia - is an infection! Russia - a way of life and behavior. And no matter where you were born in Russia, you still broke! Forced to do what ever you would not have done it, at home.
- Maybe you were late for the plane? - Asked suspiciously Tatyana Smirnov.
- What? Well, Smirnov, you and insolent! Not only that pinned me to the middle of the night ... - Tatiana stopped short and looked at Eve.
But seeing that she looks out the window, she continued:
- It was secured with a stupid story, after you hurt me! So more and sent me early in the morning in the fucking airport to meet any of your damn Gerhard there! He told me srodu not needed! So even now you do not trust! No, Smirnov, you - and the impudent scoundrel! You just brash style! I'll never forgive you!
Andrew frowned wearily.
- Well, that's enough! Enough, Tanya. I've heard this a hundred times, now I do not know. And you, I do not blame them, I'm just asking. Gerhard was to arrive, you know?
- Yes, we usually have a TV so is not accepted. If the editorial says that he left, so he went - Eve of the votes cast.
She kept looking out the window. Her face was stern.
- So where did he go for? Race is more in the morning and not - Andrew asked distractedly.
- What do you do, do not go, then I have something shipped? What a conspiracy, do not understand something? You've done something, afraid? What are you to me here noodles, then hang about any uploaded assignments! You have not gone anywhere! - Angrily asked Tatiana.
She alternately rotating head then Andrew, then Eve. But they do not even look at her.
- You do not have to know anything. The less you know - the longer you sleep! - Andrew sighed.
- How is it? - Tatiana opened her mouth.
She did not expect such a response, and was taken aback by what he heard.
- She's right, we have to go to your TV station, we can not just sit here with her, doing nothing - not paying attention to the Sukharev, Eve said Smirnov.
- Are you quite oborzeli! I do not ask - almost cried Tatyana.
- Yes Uymis you, Tanya - sorry it Andrew. - I'll tell you then, well, when you can.
- I now want! - Sobbed Sukharev.
- Believe me, Tatiana, you do not need to know - supported Andrew Eve.
- Yes, and you, he tells all! I do not really like it. Maybe you my brain powder, that you have a business relationship, but in reality you have, it is that - love is cool! - Angrily Sukharev.
Andrew grinned. And Eve, listening to the last words of the Sukharev, asked:
- What? How cool is that? Love? What does this mean?
- Nothing that does not mean she was joking - laughing, calmed her Smirnov.
And then he added seriously:
Yes, do go to the office. Do nothing. And Vic is waiting call. I wonder what's in it?
- Yes, let's go. Today begins the ceremonies, funerals Gusev. If Gerhard did not come, we need to be with you at this event - Eva said sternly.
- Yes! So you also refuse of my services! - Andrew sarcastically teased her.
- Well, you can say, I changed my mind, the more choice, then I do not. By the way, do not forget - we have a contract! - Replied Eva.
- No, you guys are cheating me - sadly said Tatiana. - You obviously have something ...
- Yes we do not have anything but trouble! Okay, call a taxi - Andrew sighed and stood up from the chair.


- You know, Major Seregin you ruined the whole operation! You know, now that the effects can be irreversible! Now it's just become an international scandal! - Shouted the colonel.
Seryogin, head bowed, sat at a long table. Tatiana sat opposite him and tried not to look at his colleague. Although Colonel basically scolded Seregina Captain Popov failure at the airport and taken to your account. Colonel, as if reading her thoughts, looked at the woman and said reproachfully:
- Well, are you? What Popov, tell me? You - one of the most experienced analysts, one of the most promising candidate! Surely you could somehow affect the course of the operation?
- It was all according to plan - approved! Uses four groups and back - in a helicopter! - Justified Popov.
- So why the failure occurred? - Shouted the colonel.
His face turned red, the veins in his temples swelled. Gray hair on his head began to move from the tension.
- It worked real professionals, they can develop and implement a plan and need to admit that it is they had a good - his voice Seregin.
- And you do not say anything! - Waved him Colonel. - I'm not asking you now. They are - professionals, and you, then who?
- We have done our best, but they have introduced non-standard course! The German just disappeared! We lost the first few meters, and therefore failed! They had a band and a group of diverting false retraction. Unfortunately, we fell for this - has stood up for Seregina Popov.
She decided to take the wrath of Colonel. With her he behaved more cautiously. Perhaps somewhere in the shower old fox colonel was just partial to Popova as a woman. It is not just catching his views, secretly dropped on her slender legs and bust. But further views Colonel afford not allowed. Tatiana and liked it at the same time angry. She sometimes wanted to play with the head, twist an affair with him. But the old security officer knew all the rules.
- Hmm, his mother, of German! - Colonel looked into the eyes of Tatiana and shook his head sadly. -Where could they do it? That he vanished into thin air, or what?
- Looks like it ... - Popov tried to smile.
But the smile turned like a smirk. Colonel jerked and went to the window and stood in his favorite pose - leaning his forehead against the glass.
- Well ... this ... dead ... with what? Who are they? There is any tips? We can at least some information on the corpses to get?
Tatiana sighed and tapped his fingers on the table, said:
- Comrade Colonel, here too, a complete zero. Only managed to identify the gender of the two people blown up in "Volga".
- As I understand it - a man and a woman? - Sadly joked Colonel.
- Just ...
- And the age of the age, prints, crowns - well, at least some signs? - Colonel rubbed his forehead on the cold plane.
Gray hair on his forehead wet from misted glass.
- No, nothing, imprints are erased, will not, and do body so mutilated that the pathologist will have several months to tinker to find anything.
- What the hell is this? What kind of people that the division? Anyway - who is against us so play! Lord! I feel - tired, it's time to retire! And after all this, it seems, to go, or rather, ask me .... - Doomed Colonel sighed.
- Well, why did you do that? - In the voice sounded Popova comforting tone.
Colonel waved his hand, not looking in her direction:
- Oh, come on, Captain! Yourself, then wait, perhaps, when this old bastard will fall down! Oh, sorry to leave his career in the minor note. But oh well! - Colonel, as if to cheer up, vigorously away from the window and, beating the table, plopped down in a big leather chair.
Silent for a few seconds, he adjusted his wet hair and carefully looking at the employees, aggressively asked
- Well, what do you suggest I do, how we act now?
Seregin looked hopefully at his boss. The Colonel nodded his head and said:
- Well, you say, Major, I see - ask for words.
- I think we have to work on the individual program! Tatiana Popova captain can reach this Smirnov! It is too late, we must open the card in front of him. Otherwise there will be no Smirnov nor Stolz, neither this Hongqi.
-Do you think this Gerhard Hongqi still alive? I think it has to do, and we do not find a corpse - skeptical growled Colonel.
-But-Smirnov is alive and Stoltz, too! They, incidentally, was not at the airport, most likely, there was someone else, but who - we have not defined. And not until this happened. But if the delay is, we and they may lose the initiative. Therefore, I propose to give the nod to work individually Popova.
- That may be so, but then we risk Popova already. Those damn elusive pro and it will start to hunt. Rather, they know it. I do not want to talk to you, but there is a leak out of our control. I realized this when you reported to me the details of the failure of the airport. Most likely, someone knew about this crucial respect. Too smooth them all out. All escape route has been calculated. And as these two bodies, I think it was immediately scheduled. By the way, there some sort of explosive-it was? Plastids?
- No, as long as the chemical composition determined. But this is something new. Very compact, light weight and incredible explosive power and temperature combustion - Seregin reached for the bottle of mineral water on a table.
Opening the lid, he poured a glass and drank sizzling liquid.
- Yes, this is another proof that someone is out there! - Colonel pointed to the ceiling.
And Seregin and Popov understood the gesture. Tatiana, again tapping nails on the table top, looked at his chief and said:
- And where did you get the idea that there is a leak in our department?
- Tanya! I, too, was an analyst and work, thank God for twenty years in public safety! Something seen in my lifetime, and I know the smell of gunpowder leaks.
- Yes, of course, we will not want to talk to you, but we also have an opinion formed. All too neatly they do! - Seregin newly poured mineral water.
- I need to say what you think, everyone! - Colonel replied irritably. - If you say anything, then the probability of failure is reduced to zero.
- Yes, but to question his friends as a ... - said Tatiana.
- No, Captain! No! So you can not argue! Remember, it's not uchtesh! But you can prevent the leakage of information always! Do you think that I should not mess around here with you? With only you in my office I pull? No, and no again! I fear. But, mind you, there are people and more experienced, and more important in our management. But they are not here! All that we are planning, and only you know the general - everything! Well, Moscow, of course, but nothing can be done.
- Maybe, Moscow? - Timidly hinted Seregin.
- Maybe so, but that we should avoid leaks! - Colonel wearily closed his eyes and rubbed his temples with his fingers.
His gray head bent to her chest. Tatiana - felt sorry boss. It is not feasible Nava burden. All the bitterness of defeat, he will pull one. The joy of victory and success - they all share. Lord, it is not fair!
- So, what do you think, who can be this mysterious body - working against us? - Roused Colonel.
- Or maybe it's GRU? - Said quietly Seregin.
- Hmm, the army .... Hardly! Although - according to head, like ... - Colonel sighed.
- No, I think we have to do - with a new unit! It's not even in the state is not in the same office! Most of all - it collects the best professionals from different services! And they conspired - also in full. - Express your opinion Tatiana.
Colonel, started after her words, but said nothing. For him it was obvious that he painfully talks about how to proceed.
- But then why do we need such a unit? If the president and so strengthened us, and all of the GRU special. services - who cares? - Emboldened Seregin and glanced at Tatiana.
- Yes, the president himself may not know - about the group. - Weary said colonel-only, do not talk about it now, not talking about that let's get back to our sheep - what do you suggest?
- Hmm, I suggest. To act according to our contingency plan - personal contact Popova, there is simply no other way! - Disappointed Seregin said.
He wanted to develop a theme with Moscow, but he realized that the Colonel just tucked him up.
- Hmm, well, well. And you own Tatiana - what do you say?
- I think, comrade colonel - Seregin rights ...
- Are you ready?
- That's right, is ready.
- But, keep in mind the risk is very high, perhaps, the enemy knows you in the face and not let work like this. - Sad said the colonel.
- I know, but I do have a point about this, and as for the risk - so nothing ventured - nothing gained!
- Well, here gusarstvo superfluous! I forbid you - so to speak! We are not the cops from the show - a place on the web! And I will not Zheglov!
- No, I just ... - Tatiana justified.
- No, not even easy - to nothing! Okay, you're out there trying to think or have already come up with - let's spread! - Snapped Popova Colonel.
She understood - that he cares for her. She was pleased and a little funny. Old boss all - still crush on young chicken! But chicken is not simple - eggs, of course, is but just to give them will not.
Tatiana, smiled slightly and sighed said:
- Comrade Colonel - I think we should go to Smirnov through his mother.
- Hmm, that's interesting ....


- They surrounded me, you bastards! Inclose! - Andrew cried like a baby.
Sobs shook his shoulders. Fists clenched convulsively. He put his head down on the table and bob his forehead on the plastic cover. Eva stood bewildered, leaning over him. She did not know - what to do.
Affectionately palm down on his back and trying to calm - she stroked shaking shoulder blades. This Russian man - suddenly became to her. Eve found herself - that she was afraid for his fate.
Before her eyes filled with tears. A strange sense of guilt for her helplessness, inability to help.
- Andrew, I'm sorry ... - murmured the girl.
Colleagues gathered around Andrew. Cabinet chief editor was beaten by the people. Oppressive silence broken only by sobbing Smirnov.
Chief editor Pronkin, poured into a cup of cold coffee and placed it on the table, next to Andrew.
- Listen Andryukha - drink coffee, drink, relax - it will be easier! And, then - let's talk!
- Yes, what to talk about! About what? Vic is dead! Is dead! My friend! Lord! Vic! Peter, Anzhelka! Lord! - Sobbed Smirnov.
- Can you explain to me - what is happening? - Asked Pronkin to Eve.
So looked at the chief editor, and lowered her eyes.
- Do not you see, he lost a friend ...
- Yes, it is clear, but it seems to me - then what - else. Is he not agree? Maybe you know? - Suspiciously insisted Pronkin.
German woman he bored look. She wearily sat down on a chair next to Andrew and sighed. Smirnov stopped crying and grabbing a cup of coffee made some major Glotov. The gray tabletop shed a few brown spots. Andrew angrily smeared them and looked at Pronkina:
- It is nothing to do with! To do with! Do not try it - it does not know anything!
- Okay, okay! Andrew, calm down! Just if you told us, maybe we would find along the way to solve this problem together is always easier! - Chief Editor also sat down with Smirnov to a nearby chair and patted him on the shoulder.
Andrew looked at him bleary-eyed from crying, and then looked around at the audience. Sighing heavily, he said quietly:
- This is a very, personal story ....
Pronkin, understood his hint and jumped up from his chair, waving his hands
- So, well, all on jobs! We have today and so difficult day! Come on, come on!
People are reluctant to go out of the office. There was a murmur of discontent. Pronkin, glared at his subordinates, and shouted:
- All - who now will not start, will be fined - in the form of additional working time on Saturday!
When the door closed behind the last released employee Pronkin looked Smirnov and demanded:
- Well, Andrew, now let kolis - what have you got? I see the thing that tobacco! I then do not have the brains to powder!
Andrew looked at him and sighed. His eyes flashed sadness and fear. Pronkin, pulled up a chair and sat on it - like a saddle horse, threw his arms around her back.
- You know, I have little idea, the meaning of words - puff brains, but I thought you mean cheat? - Suddenly Eve said.
Pronkin wearily looked at her and grinned
- Hmm, you're right - it is so.
- But Andrew was not cheating on you! He really does not know anything!
Smirnov gratefully looked at a German woman and smiled sadly. He was pleased that she stands up for him.
- All right, Frau Stolz. Okay - we'll see, but you will understand! You do, you're not able to work normally! Operators that have not, and it is! - Pronkin nodded at Smirnova: - It is unlikely to be able to work today! You do need to remove the funeral Gusev? Activities have already started in the city hall of the DC.
- I Fraulein, if you want to be nice, but what about the event - do not worry, I'll decide! - Defiantly replied Eva.
- All right, Eve shut up, I'll tell you everything ... - doomed Smirnov said.
Pronkin nodded and looked at Andrew:
- Well, Victor is killed at night and as I understand it - is not easy. I got a call this morning ... I have one man in the police department of the city. He said that he found it on the street - like slaughtered, what that bullies. But I do suspect that it is not and you have to know - what happened there?
Andrew remained silent and lowered her head in thought. Pronkin, looked at his head and waited for an answer. At that moment the phone rang. The chief editor of displeasure picked up:
- Yes, I'm listening! Yes here is that from? - Putting the handset to the machine, he looked at Eve
- Like - down there, a colleague arrived from Berlin. Gerhard Hongqi called, is on the watch.
Eva got up from his chair and happily exclaimed,
- Gerhard! Well, you see - everything is normal! I knew - that all will be well!
Smirnov, looked at it - with the anxiety in her eyes and slowly got up and said:
- Eva, Eva! Wait a minute! How could he go? He had been seen ... - Smirnov stopped and looked warily at Pronkina.
- Contracting, cook a little longer, even for a secret? - Pronkin offended made a grimace.
- No, no, come on, get down - look at Gerhard, and then I'll tell you. - Blame replied Andrew.
- Well, go, go, but then to my office - we need to talk! - Pronkin offended and turned to the window.
Andrew jumped from his chair and left the room after Eva. She literally ran down the hallway. Smirnov overtook her and grabbed her arm to stop. Looking into her eyes - he asked excitedly:
- And you, Eve itself is know by sight - that Gerhard?
- No, but where does it? He works in another program - we have since more than five hundred people in the television! And what do you mean?
Smirnov was silent, and had sent a girl muttered sadly:
- No, nothing - so ...
Eve patted his hand on her cheek and whispered:
- Andrew, calm down, everything will be fine!
Smirnov suddenly felt her voice notes of sincerity. It was not just the standard polite expression of condolence. It was more than that. Andrew smiled sadly and said:
- Okay, let's go! I think - he's a good operator!
Tall red man standing near the guard. Noting down the steps Eve he loudly shouted something in German. The girl ran to him and held out his hand. Andrew stopped on the stairs and watched the conversation above. Eve, the excitement, said the red-haired, the back, just nodded his head.
Andrew slowly descended and came to know him better. Auburn carefully looked at him and that - then asked Eve.
She smiled and answered:
- Ah, Andrei Smirnov! He shot me! Something - that we have time, but not all. I hope that this work we go!
- Very nice! - With a noticeable accent, said red, and held out his hand to Andrew.
- Gerhard Hongqi!
- Andrei Smirnov, a Russian journalist! - Defiantly replied Andrew, and shook his hand limply Gerhard.
Smirnov did not like the look Hongqi. What is prickly - as if he pierced from head to toe. His eyes flashed anger and curiosity. Andrew looked away and said quietly.
- Okay, are you sort it out yet, but I'll go - I need to call immediately! - And turned down the corridor.
Eve anxiously looked into the track and shouted:
- Andrew! Come to the second floor to Mr. Pronkina! We'll wait for you there!
 - Let's see, and I need you now ... - sadly muttered under his breath Smirnov, and turning loudly said: - Okay, I'll come ....
In my head, there was fog. Victor is dead! Victor is dead! They killed him! Stabbed to death - like a dog on the street! Next, who's next? Mouse trap shut. How much more so you can survive? Hunted wolf hunters chase him on boxes. Lord nowhere to hide! You can not just run away all the time? Smirnov rapid pace moving along the corridor.
No! Enough! It is time to put an end! How many more will bring grief, the damn paper! Pronkin guess everything! It's time!
Smirnov, going to the toilet door - pulled the handle and pulled the switch. Small room, fashioned light plastic - filled with nasty, bright fluorescent lights. Andrew closed the latch and lowering the toilet seat on the toilet - as he sat on a chair. Taking out a cigarette and lit up.
Since the end of the tap in the sink rare drops pounding on the sink water. One drop of the second. Cup overflows. Life is too bowl - there comes a time when one drops excess. And then, when everything, everything - the flow over the edge! The end. One drop! A small particle of water - collapsed ball flying moment and crashing on the expanse of the earth ...
Andrew looked at the sad sink. Not finished his cigarette - put out on the edge of the toilet, then jumped up, turned around and got down on the toilet seat. In the false ceiling he pushed one of the plastic plates, and, rising on tiptoe, put his hand into the hole. Fumbling in the lateral recess, Andrew found the parcel.
- Here they are, that's ... - he whispered softly, looking at the package.
After jumping to the floor, Andrew sat down again on the closed toilet seat and taking a package of paper, carefully unfolded.
- Devil's waste paper, waste paper .... damn - Smirnov murmured, looking at the documents.
Contacting the Governor a list of the transitional government. Still, what that order, to establish a special committee.
- From - for, this nonsense, people died - my friends! - Andrew, peered into neat lines.
Hand, he fumbled in his pocket a small cylinder of lighters. Dry and click the blue light lit up a small gas flame torch - killer. Hand slowly brought the fire to the papers. Another moment and the flames clutching the paper grip Bull Terrier - to destroy it forever. Ashes, ashes, which simply shatter the dirty bathroom floor - will be the only witness to the cause of all ills in recent days. Ash ...
But suddenly - a sense of the futility of struggle, anger and stubbornness changed.
- A's ... you! - Andrew uttered a curse, with some sort of sophisticated enjoyment.
Hand twitched, fingers burned Incandescent plate - at the end of the lighter. Andrew sighed loudly, blowing out the flame. Shaking his head, he put his hand on documents.
No! He can not do this! No - otherwise all the efforts and with them, and the death of friends - were in vain! No! This is the easiest - to burn the paper! But, all the same - it does not leave you alone! No! It is necessary that - then do that - do something!
Andrew rose again on the toilet and podtyanuvshy - put the package back to the cache. The time is not ripe. Time to burn - there always! And here, in the toilet - the ceiling, the paper is still no one will find.
Smirnov went down on the floor and going to the wash - rinse face with cold water. Looking at myself in the mirror, he muttered:
- Well, that limp? That limp?


Pronkin in his office met his impish smile. No - it was not an expression of gloating, no it was a grimace of man to uncover the secrets! Chief editor nodded on a chair and said:
- Well, sit down and tell me.
Andrew sat on the seat, and with a heavy sigh, quietly replied:
- What to tell you? So all told ...
- No, no, my friend! - Loud exhaled air from the lungs Pronkin.
Andrew looked him in the eye
- What do you mean?
- And then I have you I myself am all about it! I feel - his sense of smell! Scent of old TV journalist sleuths that here smacks of sensation! Did you try it, like - then hush! So after Andrei?
- Hmm, I do not know what you mean?
Pronkin stood up from the table, and turned to the window sill took a mug of coffee. Stir a small spoon black drink, he sat up slowly and as if the investigator Stalinist disgusted eyes narrowed.
- You Andrei tricky - a wise man! I, of course - you'll show a cynical! You friend was killed and there is not a laughing matter, and certainly not up to my morals. But, nevertheless, I'll tell you one thing, and then - you decide how you do that!
Smirnov tried to smile, but his face has emerged only sour grimace:
- You are what you say that - I do not understand?
- Understand, understand ... - Pronkin took out a spoon out of the cup - carefully placed it on a paper napkin and took a sip of coffee.
- So, Andrew! - Pronkina face suddenly became serious. - Victor died, he was killed in the street, and before that I already know - killed another friend of yours! The one in which you took a car that would go to the Sayan Mountains. Right? - And again Pronkin disgusting squinted.
- So? - Andrew tried to say indifferent voice, but it is not work
Pronkin caught this tone and added:
- A! You see! So, I say sure! My shells fall - just as a whole! And again he took a sip of coffee - and I suspect that all of these deaths are related! More! You did not tell me - that there, in the Sayan Mountains killed a young couple! Newlyweds - your friends, too!
- So what? What of it? - Petulantly threw Smirnov.
- And the fact that this is not all!
- As this is not all! - Andrew frightened look Pronkina.
- And so? So! All of these deaths are related, connected! Andrei! And yet - what do you know! In this issue of our news will be subject - the death of the governor of the second pilot helicopter!
- What! - Andrew jumped up from his chair.
- In! You see! And here, too, lining! Means and the pilot - this Simigin, then was killed in a single bunch!
But Andrew, without hearing the last words, leaned across the table and grabbed Pronkina lapel jacket. Someone dropped a cup of coffee, and it smashed on the floor - leaving a big black spot on the carpet.
- Damn! What are you doing? - Screamed Pronkin.
- Repeat what you said?
Chief editor, pulled away from Andrew and kicking, in fragments foot - sadly replied:
- I say this Simigin died. Damn! You do the whole floor poured coffee!
- Yes, to hell with him this coffee! Say - what do you know!
- Tell me what you know .... - Pronkin again made a nasty face.
Stalin investigator in the guise of a modern chief editor.
- Andrew! So come on! I tell you, something - that'll tell you. And, you give me in return, shepnesh what it all - again, for hunting, started in our city?
Smirnov, sighed and put his hands on the table, chef, clenched fists
- You better not to know. I understand you want a sensation! Fame!
Pronkin, puffed out his cheeks and holding the air - has become like a Buddha temple in Nepal. His eyes narrowed and lips crawling nasty smile.
- Well, this is some truth there, but you just might take part in this! - The air he breathed.
- Hmm, I'm already involved in this ... - Andrew muttered.
- Well, well, kolis, speak.
Andrew looked at Pronkina and after a pause said:
- And by the way where Stolz with Richard or whatever it is Gerhard?
- What! Like a German girl? Note that, I did here - cherished! Dibs and earn you see, familiarity zavedesh abroad.
- Fuck you! - Dismissed Andrew. - Tell me, where is she?
- To go to the shooting. Today, after all - the coffin for public farewell governor put in the city recreation center!
Andrew shook his head sadly.
- Are you from the issue will not equivocate, saying you? As I understand it, and your life is at stake? After all, if these people killed, and you can suffer, and together we Smirnov - still easier to find a way out! Even through greed. All benefits will be! And I'll be of use! Kolis! - Urged Pronkin.
Smirnov, lowered his head and looked at the shoes sighed
- Oh, boss - I do not know, the story is quite crap, really. Look, do not pity myself, that got into this stuff!
- Do not be afraid! Do not be afraid! All will normalek! Tell us!
At that moment the phone rang disgusting. Pronkin winced and grabbed the receiver. His face fell. Smirnov tensed, knowing now that - that happens.
- You .... - The chief editor handed him the phone.
-In my opinion, your mom.
- Mom!! - Andrew got up and reached for the receiver.
- Andrew! It's me mom ...
- Mom! What happened?
- Andrew, trouble - then what! Vitenko killed! I am now his mother Valentina called, crying, you know?
- Hmm, yes ... my mother ... but I know ...
- Oh! Andrew! Oh! Mountain - then what? You would have to go to her, to talk, to calm down!
- I will go, Mom, I'll go ...
- Oh, Andrew! We ought now! Bad she did with her father!
- I will go, mom and you go down ....
- Yes, Andrew! Then I forgot it at home visit!
- Guests?! - Andrew stiffened.
Here it is the next bad news.
- Who are my mother?! Who? - Andrew shouted into the phone.
- Andrew, calm down, calm down, it's a nice girl. She did not want that - I would say that it is here! She said that you had a fight with her, but she came to me - this is your bride! At least she came. Light. Light!
- What?! What is the bride? What is the Light?
- Well!
- Whether at home Mom, I'm coming! And do not even think it is not far to walk! - Andrew shouted and hung up.
Pronkin looked at him. Smirnov caught his eye and assertively asked
- Do you have a car?
- Yes, but what?
- Give the keys! - Asked Andrew.
 

 A huge crowd. Endless endless stream of people. The area in front of a large building of yellow brick crowded. In the air was the spirit of the tension and the excitement. People move a narrow column. This giant snake curled noose on the steps of the palace of culture and disappeared in the doorway, as if in a giant mouth of the womb.
Standing around police patrols and soldiers in gray short overcoats. Very young children and then rubbed their ears stilled gloves and shifting from foot to foot. Their dirty gray shapeless boots - looked ridiculous against mourning ribbons and flag at half-mast. On the facade of DK - a huge portrait of Gusev, a frame of thick, black stripe of shiny fabric. Gray, almost funereal skies and dirty snow. Terrible pomposity of the last farewell ...
Eve was staring intently into the face - came easily with the dead governor and she could not catch it, the general mood of the people.
In some sad, some genuine curiosity. What brought them here? Gusev is not it possible that they did so dear, or pushed ordinary curiosity and order superiors?
Mysterious people, mysterious country? Really, this is - the truth that says Andrew? Do these people really want to live separately from Moscow? No! Brad! Russia has always been an empire! With the king, under the Bolsheviks, under Yeltsin. Russian always been fans of the monarchy, as if it was not called. This nation has always loved and loves to obey the master, owner, commissioners, secretaries and the president. This, the people - he was not used to run the country. This nation - always wanted and wants that are in control of one person ...
Brad! The victim Gusev could rather simply could not make this local revolution! The people would not go for it! The people have just turned away and waited, waited, when everything resolved itself!
Eve saw the body of a chronicle of many funerals of Soviet party leaders. It's very similar to them. Do not understand everything that happens people are just going to look at the dead man, so out of curiosity, what would later boast of a bottle of vodka on the presence of these dark events. Funeral for Russian - a sort of "party", for the last sight - the dead ruler, and then the strange wake, at which he drinks a lot of alcohol. Feast or Famine? Farce, complete implementation. Strange country, strange people and customs.
Eve staring at moving around the crowd and jumped in surprise when someone - that touched her elbow. This ball Gerhard, he put the camera on a tripod next to a questioning look at Eve - not knowing what to do.
- What, you nasnimal around? I am an important person, a person close-up! - Told him Eve.
- Yes, yes - everything!
- Look, we now need to send material to Berlin! Important. That everything was ready!
- Yes, of course! All right! But that's just the battery quickly sit down! Over! I'm afraid that if we go inside the room - just sit down!
- So why did you not take with you - spare? Strange, usually operators take stock, and you?
- Yes, I take it! She just stayed in the car! You would go, and then all of a sudden now, that may be, it will happen, well for a picture, and I do not have time to take off! - Gerhard said apologetically.
- Wow, well, you give! Weird, you know that here in Russia - started their illness sloppiness suffer? - Eva chuckled.
At that moment a voice was heard from the crowd. What a Russian woman said loudly to her neighbor:
- Won foreigners scratching on - their own way, their human here has brought?
- The Germans! Language heard - and seen them Gusev interesting still was a strong man .... - Sadly told her neighbor.
Eve wanted was - to ask the women to tell that be about Gusev at the camera, but she thought that the battery has Hongqi and had to fulfill his request. Really - it's better shoots yet. Who knows what the operator must always be ready. And then you can arrange an interview - now Russian love talking to the camera, not that under socialism, when they were all trapped. Eve, of course, did not remember if she was a girl and she lived in the GDR, but her senior colleagues in the television before her trip to Beloyarsk have told on the closure of the Soviet people in the USSR. But this is a story.
A Hongqi - what is indecisive operator, slightly moving. Usually operators - often change their position taken in order to change the angle, and Gerhard!
Eve made its way through the crowd to the road. Policemen standing in a cordon unfriendly glances at her. Eve tried to smile, but I caught myself thinking that now is not the time for smiles. Funeral governor ... Eve took from his pocket a journalistic "badge" - a bright card, covered with transparent plastic, and showed it distracting guards. One of them - you can see the officer nodded his head and missed Eve's ring cordon.
Taxi car in which they arrived at the shooting - was standing in the corner of the square. There's a special fenced area with ropes - was organized that - a bit of a parking space for vehicles.
Eva hardly find a yellow "Volga" with black "checkered". But having come to her, she is disappointed clicked her tongue - in the car was not the driver.
- Where did he go? - And she muttered, looking around and looked around.
Suddenly, in front of her rose a tall man in a gray coat. He smiled wickedly, and took her by the elbow.
- Fraulein Stoltz? - The stranger asked in Russian.
- Yes! - Eva opened her mouth in confusion.
- You are looking for a driver?
- Yes, but how do you know?
- Hmm, I saw you on this machine arrived!
- Yes, so what? - Eve did not like meticulous man in a gray coat.
- Well, nothing - it's there! - Stranger waved at the corner of the house next door. - To meet what is familiar and I went here asked if I see you, say! - A man in a coat again smiled wickedly.
- How do you know - my name? - Eve asked suspiciously.
- Well, I told you that your driver asked me - he said. With a film crew from Germany carries, that's the name of your call!
- A! Clearly! - Eva calmed down. - And you could not call it here?
- Call you can! But, just so I, too, now his passenger waiting, as will, I'll go! - Stranger replied apologetically.
- And no, I'm sorry, I'll, I'll go. Where did you say - there is around the corner?
- Yes, there is a minibus, a blue - it is next to it and you in it. It's cold, you know!
- Thank you! - And Eve, moved in the direction indicated stranger.
Around the corner is the house really was blue minivan. Eva even a little happy - it was a "Volkswagen". A part of the homeland, seemed to her - what - is beautiful. Approaching the car, Eve knocked into the side door. Black tint on the windows - not allowed to consider the passengers. The door creaked, slid opening the passage to the salon. Inside were two men. They smiled affably. Eva smiled at them the same in return and asked:
- Excuse me, hi, I was told that there should be a driver of my taxi?
Strangers did not answer. But he heard a familiar voice from behind.
- He is there believe me ...
Eva unwittingly turned. It was a man in a gray coat - the one that sent it here.
- Did you know ...
But Eve did not finish. Strong hands grabbed her by the elbow and dragged into a car. Eve tried to scream, but she who - then deftly glued patch in the mouth. Eva mad with fear. It is dropped on the seat and one of the men - cheeky and cleverly hands searched her body, and especially hard he squeezed her bra. Eve tried to pull, but it was immediately pinned to the seat.
- Like anything, but you still need to be, then check clothes suddenly what be vshil microchip! - Said sternly to paw her insolent.
- Okay, check pants, too! - He muttered second.
Eve horror felt a cold hand groping under her panties. She tried moaned - but then he received a blow to the solar plexus. She, filched breathing and dark eyes.
- Fraulein! Take it easy! - Ordered her examiner.
Eve was still. She realized that it is better now these people are annoying. Animal fear gripped her body. In his mouth was disgusting sour.
Who are these people? Really, all the same, all this history - the terrible truth! Eve until the last second hoping that all this sort of a silly game adventure with real heroes and there - she was a direct participant!
Having finished a search of Eve, the man pulled out a black cloth and tied her eyes. Now Eve could only listen. The last thing she heard - the voice of a stranger in a gray coat:
- Well, okay, if it and touch it! While vanity did not rise!
Eva cringed. What does this thing - if?
And then she felt above the elbow dug into it, that - that sharp. After a moment, in my head ringing, muscles relaxed, and Eve lost consciousness.
 



Andrew, ran down the hallway of the second floor TV - for a few seconds. He almost knocked cleaner - vozivshey cloth on the marble floor. The woman screamed in terror, and almost spilled water from a bucket. Look in the next Smirnov evil aunt muttered:
- They run! Run! Hurry, why hurry? To the light or what?
Some jumps and Andrew came down the broad staircase and rushed to the door. The guard on duty was sitting anxiously watched his spurt through the lobby. But when Smirnov ran the shiny nickel chopper on his way up broad-shouldered man. The man blocked the road and grabbed Andrew's arm. The jerk at Smirnova cracked thread on the shirt. Andrew frightened stopped short. The man, dressed in a gray coat and black mink forming darkly grinned and said softly:
- Andrey Smirnov?
- Yes! What do you want? - Andrew's voice sounded notes of confusion and fear.
- We need to talk to you.
- Hmm. And who are you?
- Any - give me a few minutes.
- Sorry, I'm in a hurry! Can you come some other time? - Andrew tried to free himself from a stranger, but he firmly gripped his arm.
- Sorry, but it is urgent! - Energetic man said.
- Sorry! Now I can not! - Andrew's voice was heard, and the threat of irritation.
- You can, it is very important!
Andrew rushed, but the stranger stopped him. Smirnov doomed man looked at Assertive:
- Who are you, damn you!
- Andrew! You hurry home?
- Hmm, what difference? What do you want then?
- If you hurry home, we can have a ride. - The stranger nodded toward the door.
- Hmm, I do not go with strangers! And anyway, you latched on to me? - Andrew specifically raised his voice, attracting the attention of others.
But no one in the lobby as luck was not. Wachter also looked guiltily at Smirnov and remained seated in his place. Andrew realized - that it then - that's afraid. Smirnov sighed and looked at the man, said the obedient voice
- Well, say what you want?
Andrew realized that twitch is useless - stranger still did not let go. He nodded his head and said:
- That's how it is better, come, sit down there. We need to speak slowly! - Man pointed to a chair in the corner.
Andrew dutifully trudged after him. A man opened his coat and took off his hat - surely dropped into one of the chairs. Andrew, settled in front of the other.
- Andrew, you seem to be - back in a hurry, you have any problems? - Mocking tone asked the man.
- Hmm, yes - you know ... - evil grunted in response Smirnov.
- And, what is your problem?
- Hmm, personal ...
- Clearly, you still do not guess - where am I?
Andrew, casting a stranger's gaze - sarcastically replied:
- It is clear from where, from the FSB, certainly, judging by your Face!
The stranger smiled and scratched his nose palm, peacefully said:
- Well, why are you so want to offend? This is not correct.
- Are you hurt! - Angrily hissed Andrew. - What do you want? These are your people came to my house?
The stranger smiled nasty:
- Yes, you have my mother called?
Andrew stiffened. The blood rushed to his face, the veins stood out on his temples:
- If one hair falls from her head! You will regret it!
- Well, well! Take it easy! Easy, we do not want your mom and you evil! On the contrary! - The stranger waved his hand, as if brushing away flies.
- What do you want then?!
- Do not you guess?
- Approximately guess! But note! Any papers you do not get! You - killer! You bastards! I do not care if you kill me, and still the papers will find publicity! And not just publicity! It will be a scandal! World with!
Man suddenly changed color. Wisher slipped mask - like a cream with a hot pie.
- Well, you! Psycho! Are you talking so not to speak! Melish that something?
Smirnov realized that angered the stranger:
- And, what's wrong? How many people do you have on that light sent?
The stranger looked into the eyes of Smirnov, he broke his gaze and looked down.
- Where's the paper? - Quietly and evil stranger asked.
- Look, I do not even know who you are? Can you imagine? - Andrew protested.
The stranger, changed again, and slyly looked at Smirnova, reached inside his coat. Taking dark - red card, handed it to Andrew:
- Major Seregin, regional FSB! Satisfied?
- Hmm, all right? I did not like! All of you - on one face, one word - gendarmes system, and blood!
- Listen, Smirnov! You bore me! Let's speak to the point! I have no time here with you to the children - the garden to play! It's very serious! - Once again angry Seregin.
 -And how do I talk to you? You killed my friend's friend and a young family! And before that the governor and I finished and you know - for what?
- Oh, shut up you! anyone we do not stop! But if you're here you will deliver on its snot journalist Roger, you really - a few more people will end! Got it! - Shouted Seregin.
Andrei looked at the major. His words felt sincerity. Smirnov asked in surprise:
- If not you, then who? Who is doing this?
- Makes! - Mimicked his Seregin. - It's none of your mind! Yes we do not know who it is! Got it! If you knew - would have long since ceased all, and now here's try that would fool you, the following is not finished! - Snapped Seregin.
- Do not you know? - Andrew was struck. - Do you mean that someone - is soaked governor and five men still on top! And now, to hunt for me - and you do not know?
Seregin, sighed and leaned back in his chair - said wearily:
- Listen Smirnov! Let's - talk about the case, I already told you too much, should not, and said! Where are the documents? Where is that damn Gusevskaya appeal?
Andrew looked at Seregin. He felt that gebeshnik not lying. And if you lie, it is very skillfully.
- Yes, the treatment, and then I'll end you, give to you! - 'He said sadly.
- So true! Smirnov! You bore me! Now, every second counts! Want to get out of the story - you go into a black Volga, standing on the porch. You do not want to live - go to hell! But remember! Holy shit, we can, and save, but you - no! You plunge for most tomatoes! And play this game - which is not there fraera! - Major stood up and started to leave.
But, after two steps, stopped and turned around and added a floor vote:
- Oh, I do not want to talk, what would - you're not done stupid things, but your girlfriend - this German Stolz, gone! The devil, who came this Gerhard Gerhard and all! So that he decide - I lied to you or not! - And Seregin walked to the door.
Smirnov looked with horror in his trail. The news of the loss of Eve shocked him. Andrew looked like an Indian statue from Easter Island. Fixed monolith - frozen in amazement.
Thought in my head - like a swarm of bees buzzed horror of reality. Eva! Lord! Eve, as he had not realized about this, Gerhard, and these goats! They then committeemen damn! If, however, they do not know - who wets? And out - for what, started - this nightmare!
Andrew did not even notice how he sat guard. Man gently touched his arm and said softly:
- And that this feature should be then?
- Hmm, I do not know ... - impeaching Smirnov said, not looking at him.
- That fucking her! Committee feesba bad, but see - what - then you, too far Andrei! - Sadly mumbled guard.
Andrew evil at him, but said nothing. Silently, rising from his chair, he slowly walked back to the stairs. But before reaching the steps - turned and walked resolutely to the door.
When he came out on the porch, I immediately saw in parked near black "Volga". The driver repeatedly blinked headlights. Andrew shivered slowly descended the stairs and went to the car got into the back seat. Inside, in addition to the driver and Seregina sat another man. Gray and stern look and volitional facial features - was told that this man - sure which - the boss.
- Hello Smirnov. - He greeted coldly. - I'm Colonel Polyakov! Responsible for the operation, and as you know - the operation and you know what we do not know. And it is not permissible in our profession. - He took the bull by the horns conversation gray.
Andrew, a bit confused, and looking in the window fogged sadly replied:
- Honestly, I do not know anything.
- Hmm, well then you have paper? - Asked the Poles.
Andrew nodded. He was depressed.
- So. That's better! - Hoarse voice added Polyakov and touched his hand to the shoulder Smirnov. - Andrew, you have to understand, you better tell us everything, you do see - what brings this your journalistic initiative!
Smirnov sighed. Looking at Polyakova, he narrowed his eyes and said angrily:
- Yes, I see - everything in fact, but did not understand! Is this your Seregin! - Andrew nodded to the rank of major. - Vzboltnul me what you do is not fuck do not control the situation and now your people are my mother, my home?
Poles, paused and looked into the eyes of Andrew, said:
- Yes, what you say is true. The situation is really more complicated, but not hopeless, but here you are - do, unfortunately, all that it would be totally confused! And it is not for us! Therefore, we come to you and! As for your mom - you do not have to worry, our staff there, they protect it.
- How is guarded! Vitka - you are the same guarded and Gusev!
- Victor Postnikov himself to blame! By the way, we went at it! But he has done stupid things! Went into hiding! Tangled trail! You are the same with the hoist hiding this Stoltz what?
- Oh, what now? You do not know - where is she? Missed? Or all - still leads - what is the game? - Outraged Andrew.
- Calm down Smirnov! Unfortunately - it turns out that you are all complicated! And now not Stolz would be in danger - you do not retract it in this business! So it's your fault and there is ...
Andrew stopped. Colonel was right. Too many stupid things were done now in the last days. Damn trip to Sayan.
- So, what Smirnov, the most sensible thing - to return us the documents Gusev! Return and under what conditions, and there'll be thinking - how to pull this German woman!
Andrew realized that the colonel told the truth. Only he can not cope. Smirnov again sighed. Poles stared at him and waited for an answer.
- Okay, I'll give these documents! But who kidnapped Eve? Who are these people kill my friends? Who will do it all stirred up?
Poles turned and looked out the window. After a pause, replied quietly.
- Unfortunately, we do not know, but the fact that she was in danger - it is a hundred percent!
- And what do they want? What? I do not know what you want? What they want - these bastards? In general, everything is as - it is not real! This statement Gusev, these absurd paper? What generally happens in the country?
- That you have to ask? What's going on! - Broke Polyakov. - Is that you, this whole mess with democracy brewed - you press! Now ask - what happens? Gusev this - bastard! His mother! Had read any heresy! Decembrist fucking! Country, and so in the chaos! So - all ruined! And it is what we came up with the state in Siberia! Then you yourself - have not read his delusional statements or what? - Poles looked at Andrew.
- Hmm, I read. But you what? It turns out, did not know - about his plans?
- Do not know? Yes we all know, but do not kill him! - Resentfully said Polyakov.
- Do not kill for you - get out more soaked! Okay, what do you want from me then? I'll give you these papers, so what? Do you think all? - Andrew hit on the arm with his fist.
- No, not all! The situation is bad! You try to remove these people, and Eve in general can no longer alive.
- What! - Andrei Polyakov grabbed his sleeve.
Those loose and waving, he continued:
- Yes, yes! You do not realize that their main goal is - do not release information! And that Stolz - probably all came loose there at Berlin! This is because a sensation! Her mother! Russia is falling apart - the Principality! Was right in the predictions - Marshall or whatever his Hoover, or who their mother is there to! The Americans fucking! So that in the words of Lawrence Pavlovich - no man - no problem! Ce la vie! - Polyakov clicked his tongue.
- What should I do? What? - Doomed asked Smirnov.
- Ah, would know talon - would live in Sochi! - Cryptically replied Polyakov and then added: - Negotiate necessary, with these fucking guys stripping of publicity! Orderlies forest fucking! Guarantees to give talks to lead, but this - the paper needed, you know, Smirnov, paper Gusev!
- You can guarantee that you will save Eve?
- Uh, no, I can not guarantee anything. You better think about yourself. Where you have paper? Home? Call mom, let us give the paper. - Weary said Polyakov.
Andrew looked at the colonel, and after a pause said:
- What, I - you, a fool? Home - is to keep! No, here they are in television. My mother is not harnessed, do not - it's so cool and bad! Vic died Anzhelka with Peter - enough!
- Are you really a fool if Smirnov got involved in this game! Bring paper, carry. - Muttered wearily Polyakov.
Smirnov thought and after a pause said hesitantly:
- I see the colonel - you are a decent person ...
Poles looked at him, but said nothing. Andrew chuckled and continued:
- I wish that you would do me - promised to give his word of honor.
- What are you? Smirnov? About what? What is my word? - Butted into the conversation Seregin.
- Shut up, Major! Shut up! Let him speak! - Subordinate to reason Poles: - What do you Andrew!
- Hmm, if you are true if I give you these papers, you promise me - help to leave ...
- Leave?! Hmm. Where to? - Do not understand it Polyakov.
- Just go, just get out of Russia. I do not want to live here ...
- In what? And where are you going? - Polyakov smiled.
His eyes flashed sympathy.
- I do not know, you will save Eve, I want to ask for it - take me, just go to Germany intercede.
Poles and sighed, glancing at Smirnova - nodded
- Yes, of course - this is the easiest! Simple - knock over the hill! And we're digging! In this shit! Ah! Okay - your business. Like, you know, but promise a hundred percent, of course, I can not, but try not to put obstacles.
- That's good. Excuse me, I'm tired, tired of ... - Andrew said mysteriously opening the door of the car.
Its silhouette flashed in smeared colors misted glass. Poles looked him in the next, and pihnuv Seregina - quietly muttered:
- Go, insure, then sitting down?
Seregin jumped out of the car and trotted to trace Andrew. The colonel looked sad and said to the driver:
- That's Jack, here! Rights was a classic - I hate our government! But most of his life like home! Ptfu! - Colonel spat on the carpet at his feet.
Andrew, slowly climbed the stairs and went to the toilet door. He stopped and looked into the depths of the corridor. Near the window, he saw the silhouette Seregin. Andrew grinned. There was still time - to give, may in vain, he agreed to surrender the documents? No! Enough is enough! Pretty deaths! Enough is enough! Eve - the poor, it should help out! Without the committee members - it there is safety in numbers!
Smirnov confidently pulled the door handle and went to the toilet. Nasty daylight again slashed across his eyes. Andrew did not arbitrarily shut his eyes and covered his eyes with his hand.
- Lord, with light by the toilet is hard to miss! - Ironically, he said to himself.
Lowering the toilet seat - Smirnov jumped on the toilet, and getting to it - reached the suspended ceiling. Pushing one of the tiles, put his hand into the hole. Rummaging in the dusty cavern hand, Andrew jumped to the floor. His face was confusion and anxiety - securities in the cache was not ....




- Well, bring? - A tall man in a long black leather jacket - stand touching the railing of the bridge.
At the bottom of the waters carried the gray Yenisei. Boiling black water zavihlyalas the granite "bulls" and like a living creature was making inarticulate sounds movements. The strength of the water element is mesmerizing. Fast current giant of the river - and attracted at the same time frightening. The man leaned over the railing of the bridge and repeated the question.
- Well, do not hear the answer? Got it or not? - Due to a gust of wind gust he had to raise his voice.
Nearby stood a man hiding his chin in his collar cashmere coat. Wincing from the stinging air flow, he testily replied:
- Got it, did not bring! Money that you brought? And this meeting on the bridge, as - it scares me that more space is not found? It is terrible here and cold! February - no place to walk over the bridge!
- You do not try teeth! Got it or not?
- Hmm, we can say this - I have them, that is, in a safe place. But as long as you do not give me the money - securities not get! I do for them what that was a spy! So much had to dig, how to find out where Smirnov hides them!
A man in a leather jacket, looked at him and smiled wickedly, he replied:
- Okay, okay! Take it easy! I see - you're a man crafty, brainy! No wonder we come to you and you have a connection, something - which, as it turns out, there is! You helped us. We will not hurt you. Our word - solid, he promised, get it!
- Hmm, I hope it - again, I err!
The one that was in a leather jacket, grinned and turned away and looked back down at the water:
- Well, well, where's the paper? How do you want us to pass them?
- Where's the money?
- Here ... - man in a leather jacket standing nearby nodded in a sports bag.
A man in a cashmere jacket eagerly looked at her and spent his lips glove excitedly asked:
- How much?
- As agreed, as agreed - bargaining is not appropriate, Mr. Pronkin! Ha. Ha. - Laughing man in a leather jacket.
Pronkin squinted evil and nasty squeaked
- Please do not call me by name - it annoys me! I suspect - you can write to our conversation! And I do not need it! And anyway, I can count the money?
- Please, Mr. Chief Editor! Ha .. ha ... - a man in a leather jacket thrown back on the bag.
Pronkin nervously looked around and hissed:
- No! So I do not want to! I will consider at that machine would be, and then throw at me, which he should be bullshit! Now a lot of fakes he goes! The dollar was not reliable! Especially in your office a hundred print - as two fingers mess!
- Well, you! Gavnyuk journalism! Its mouth is shut! We are respectable people - the word work! A hundred bucks! Lucre! Fine, if you only knew - they are almost out of the yard of the National Treasury of the United States Denvora!
- Anyway, I want to count and check them out! Just in case! Money bill love! A lot of money constant recalculation! So what drove me and count! I took a friend's machine, and then, then I'll tell you - where these papers!
High in the leather jacket, shrugged and chuckled
- Well, as you know, let's just quickly! We have no time to bother! And so, we're sucked in your Beloyarsk!
- Haste is needed when catching fleas and diarrhea! - Pronkin nasty smile.
High glanced at him and nodded at the bag said:
- Bury, I, for you - it can not carry, I porter!
Pronkin gladly grabbed the bag and gently pressing it to his chest like a child trotted across the bridge after a high. Someone was quick firm step on the narrow sidewalk of the bridge.


Eve opened her eyes. A small room with a window. Dirty yellow curtains closed gray glass. Eve frowned and looked down at his feet. She lay dressed - in a large double bed. Moving his hands - groped spring mattress and tried to sit up on his elbows, but in my head spun the hour. Eve leaned her head on a hard pillow. What a nightmare. In temples incomprehensible pain - as if it was a hangover from the deep. Eve closed her eyes and groaned. Next steps were heard, who - then went to her and said softly in pure German:
- Well, froyelen Stolz - how do you feel?
Eva from unexpected native speech started and tried to open his eyes. Through the haze she saw the silhouette of a stranger. Eva dry lips whispered:
- Who are you? What do you want?
The man hesitated and said:
- Do you need a little more sleep, drink like?
- Yes, if you can.
The stranger offered her a cup to his mouth with water. Eve, after two smooth - again leaned on the pillow and tried to consider the person. It was Gerhard rather the man - red man, who had come from Berlin.
- Who are you? - Plaintively repeated the question Eve.
- Call me or Alexander Gerhard as you please. I do not care.
- Are you German?
- Uh, no, I'm Russian.
- And, what about ... - Eve asked in bewilderment.
- Do you mean real Gerhard? He - went away! It is no longer interested in the trip Beloyarsk. - Caught her red-headed idea.
- Where, How? - Eva still did not understand.
- Well, let's say, in Switzerland, there is a ski season ...
- And you - what of me? - Eva whispered fearfully.
Redhead smiled, moving standing beside a chair, and sat down:
- Eva! Really - you do not realize?
- You have been kidnapped?
- Well, why do so - just brought the talk ...
- You kill me? - Eva jerked on the bed.
Panic gripped her mind. But the redhead took her hand in his - affectionately said
- Well, what do you, Eve, that's you! All is well, we just want to talk to you all!
- Talk! About what?
- Do not you guess?
- No! In general, you kidnapped me and pumped - which is rubbish, I'm a citizen of Germany! It is so simple you will not pass! - Tried to say ominously Eve.
But for her it did not work - his voice rose to a squeak, and she coughed. Auburn again with grace in his eyes - offered her a cup to his mouth with water:
- Take it easy! Drink!
But Eve pushed the cup and the water spilled on her sweater.
- Well, now wet clothes will be! - Sadly saw red.
- Who are you? What do you want, I want to know why you kidnapped me and brought me to where you are? - Eva sat up on his elbows.
Redhead named Alexander - Gerhard shook his head and sighed heavily and looked at the window. Eve waited. When he though that - he will say. She was not alone. Threaten these people - it was just crazy. Most of all - they are that - they want from her. And not just corny killed. Money is hardly likely this is due to Andrew. All - yet he was right. Auburn took out a cigarette and lit - pointed to the pack in hand.
- You do not suggest that you and so bad, but do not worry, the product that we have introduced to you, it is virtually harmless. Traces of it in the blood is two hours, and even if the person is dead. - Alexander said ominously - Gerhard.
Eva started. Red, seeing such a reaction smiled.
- No, you're wasting think about it, if we wanted to kill you - we would have done long ago, at the hotel ...
- So what do you have then?
- Hmm, we want to know something - that ...
Eva calmed down a bit.
- What is it?
- Well, let's say that you intend to say in Berlin - on your trip?
- It is strange that you care? - Defiantly said Eva.
Red, again contrary smiled and blew smoke at the ceiling, put out a cigarette on the sole of the shoe right. And he threw a cigarette butt and put it in his pocket. Eve watched with amazement this operation. Seeing her look of surprise, Alexander - Grehard shrugged
- What to do, what to do, the first rule - do not leave any traces of any, and the butt, in fact - can tell a lot about a person! Saliva on the filter, the bite of the teeth, fingerprints and brand cigarettes. In general - the whole file cabinet!
- Why are you telling me? - Eva stared into the eyes of the red-haired.
One opinion - not turned. His gaze flashed mocking grin.
- Let us so - speak to the point! We want to know - are you going to do a report on the events in Beloyarsk, if so, what you told Herr Smirnov?
Eve winced. Suddenly she was not pleased that the red, so fluent in German. He seemed to read her thoughts:
- Would you like to speak Russian? But, I think - it is better - still in German. I understand why you say in Russian - what would have more time to think about answers, hiding it for translation. Right?
Eva smiled. This redhead just read her mind - he just dug in them. Needless to say - horror of super intelligence KGB reality, not fables blunt Americans! Their mother!
- No, please - speak German, I just have a headache! - Lied to Eve, trying to deceive even herself.
- Well, you wonder? - Red watch. - Two hours have passed and you should be much better!
Eve realized that red was right again. Head really stopped hurting.
- So, you told Smirnov? - Continued red.
- Hmm, this is how it all looks like an interrogation, first, if this questioning - so introduce at least - who are you there KGB Major Alexander?
Redhead laughed
- KGB? No, no, there is the FSB and I did not major. I'm actually from another department. But you are not concerned, and this is not an interrogation - just conversation, from which will be much, much depends! And, I do not force you to answer me - you have a right to refuse. But, a lot depends on this! - Alexander Gerhard said threateningly.
- All right, what you specifically interested in? - Eva's voice softened.
- What do you say Smirnov?
- Hmm, he told me about the plot and the fact that he believes that Gusev was killed.
- And what exactly is saying?
- Well, the helicopter - dropped no accident like this.
- Hmm, where he took it? He was there? He told you there?
Eve looked at the red and nodded. She knew she was lying now - useless. And most of all, they know that Andrew was there.
- Yes, he was vacationing there with friends, he said ...
- That's it?
- No, he said that he is being chased, perhaps - you talked about ...
Redhead nodded and smiled:
- Well, it? And you decided to make a sensation, talk about it at home? A kind - fried reportage from distant Siberia?
Eve shook her head.
- What else? Of paper, what - what did he say? He - what's going to do?
- Well, I do not know, you ask him yourself?
- A paper he talked to you about the paper?
Eva paused and looked at the window, with a heavy sigh, reluctantly said:
- Yes, he said, are in any documents.
Auburn also sighed. Eve heard - as he clenched, fists knuckles cracked joints.
- So, he showed you these papers?
- No! - Eva, suddenly realized that his answers she signs sentenced Andrei.
Lord! Andrew! Suddenly she was afraid for him. She was expensive - this Russian man. Andrew! Andrew! I'm sorry! The eyes of Eve tears. Red, saw a drop in his cheeks shining girl gentle tone said:
- Well, well, cry - do not, do not worry it is not!
- You kill him? - Eve anxiously looked at the redhead.
He smiled a wicked smile and shook his head after a pause:
- No, we would have long ago. Or rather, as it were eliminated. But we are not murderers. All the more delicate question - involved an international scandal, may be! Oh! Like - that's what I said awkwardly. You can help, unless of course you want! His life is in danger, and it will depend on you!
- From me?
- Yes, my dear - you are! Wish that he had stayed to live - to do so, that would all rather this whole story remained just history - fiction! Moreover, that the documents he has not! But, here is one thing ...
- What? - Eva hope and looked anxiously at the redhead.
- There is still much worse - than you think, and more seriously, but this is you and I hope - learn at home when you get back! And when it does, will depend on you!
Eve frowned. Auburn said - which is not understood things, but his tone, she realized that it was better not to resist now and act calmly, her whims and hysteria can only harm all. Red, if caught again her thoughts nodded his head and said.
- Yes, you now have to weigh everything. You have to think and relax you will bring to eat, and now rest. Two hours later - we talk to you, what do you do? And how to help us and we do! - With these words he rose from his chair and left the room. Eva looked anxiously at the closed door behind him.


- Man, man! We send parcels and parcels abroad - only with the presentation of a passport! Do you have your passport with you? - Thick aunt peeping through the window in the glass partition
People in the room-mail was not much, but gray-haired man standing at the bar - always look back and viewed the visitors in communications.
- Yes, here you are! - Man, handed postwoman, dark red cover.
The aunt looked and was checked against data from a completed passport receipt.
- Peter Ivanovich, Morgunov.
- Just ...
- Craps - Germany, Berlin, the main post office, on demand? - Postwoman stared at the man.
- Yes, but what of it?
- No, I just need to know - what are sending! And accurate recipient! International parcel post, and now you know - the terrorists are different! Explosions! That's why we pack here! - Guilty or acquitted, postwoman.
- It is clear, of course, that's a cassette tape - his grandson, send. He works there, but not until a permanent address. That's why demand. Main Post Office. A passport, I have a normal and recipient information here!
Postwoman carefully read receipt and drove over it with a pencil.
- Andrey Smirnov, last name, what - something familiar! - Aunt said, not looking at Morgunova.
- Yes, Smirnov - a popular name in Russia. - Noticed Morgunov mysterious.
- All right, it feels good. With you - three hundred rubles!
- Three hundred? - Morgunov whistle.
Aunt smiled apologetically and said:
- What to do - global, European prices!
- Well, have lived! Kassetku send - three hundred rubles! These are the times! - Morgunov grumbled, pulling money out of the inside pocket of his coat.
Aunt sure movements packed in cellophane tape first, then wrapped in a thick light brown paper. After admiring its work - she looked at Morgunova and smiling cheerfully said:
- Well! Now reach - safe and sound!
- I hope so! - Muttered Morgunov and turned toward the door.
- Hey! Man! A receipt and passport? - Called his postwoman.
Morgunov struck his palm to his forehead and on his return - apologetically said:
- Sclerosis, I am tired - to live is an old was ...
- Well, what do you - so solid uncle! - Threw complement aunt.
But Morgunov, taking the passport and receipt - nothing said and went outside.
Around the corner he got in - an old four hundred and twelfth "Moskvich". In the front seat sat Egorov.
- Well, how did it go?! - Said Ilya V. other.
- OK. Are you sure that everything turned out!
- Hmm, I'm sure we'll become old and soon podohnem! That's it I'm sure! And that kassetka come - this is the Almighty dispose! God willing, do it! Andrei has to handle!
- Well, have lived! In the KGB play! In his native country! Your mother! All this dermokratii fucking! Destroyed the country! Beria, they do not! - Outraged Morgunov.
- Enough! You're at it again! - Hissed Egorov.
- Come on! Here we go! Stirlitz fucking!




- I can not see one? Who knew that you are hiding - the damn papers in the toilet? - Polyakov excitedly walked around the office.
Andrew, his head hanging dejectedly, sitting on a chair. Nearby stood Major Seregin. He as always stood at attention in the presence of Colonel.
- I do not know! No one knew it! - Smirnov said quietly.
- And what do we do now Comrade Colonel? - Asked Seregin.
Poles glared at him and waved
- And this is now I do not know! I do not know! They have the damn paper in Moscow, already - probably know, but that's me, cares more! Where Stoltz?
Andrei Polyakov excitedly looked at:
- How do you know? What's going on? Who are you - the FSB or private bureau?
Poles took a few steps to Smirnov, and bending - hissed at him:
- Yes! Remembered? We had to immediately go to us with these damn papers! And now all! All of - control, is up! Where is the search for these free lances? Fuck knows! And whether to seek them out!
 Yeah, I know where? I thought it was you ... - tried to justify Smirnov.
- I thought! The turkey also thought that the soup will not fall! - Waved Polyakov.
- What will happen now? - Andrew said this fear.
- Will, that would be! I retired, my assistant for a fall! Here's what will happen! - Sadly said Polyakov.
He looked like a simple pensioner in line for kvass. Smirnov was surprised to see that even older Poles during those hours. Seen affected voltage.
- Do you think it is - on your retirement! - Indignantly remarked Andrew.
-It is about the life of Eva Stoltz! You know that's not going to save her?
- To save, I feel that they are, with this Stolz - played what - what a combination! Just do not understand - what? And, to save it, or late - or no reason. - A mysterious voice said Polyakov.
- What's that? - Do not understand it Seregin.
Poles looked at him reproachfully, and nothing did not answer, but just gave up. At this point, nasty phone beeped on the remote. Poles slowly walked over to the table and pressing - Place the phone to your ear. Silence, listening to a report, he slowly put down the receiver and turned grimly said:
- Well, that's begun! Here we go! Another dead body! We have to see!
Andrew winced and looked with horror at the Colonel - said:
- Women?
Poles, Smirnov and stared at for a while, looked at him with surprise. Then, as if rousing - asked:
- What is female?
- The corpse?
- Ah, no, man, go!
- I? - Smirnov looked hopefully at the colonel.
He estimated it look like, waved his hand:
- And you, where are you now, go! At the same time look. Maybe - recognized, perhaps, who - from your friends ...
Andrew jumped up from his chair and rushed to the door and the Colonel Seregin. On the way he nervously muttering:
- I do not like someone left it! No one. I do not know - like not anyone!


Body of a man lying in a ditch sprinkle snow. Black cashmere jacket, like a lot of coal - protruded from a gray February snow. Blue hand - sticking ridiculous and horrible. What that swarmed around people. Smirnov, looking at this picture, involuntarily remembered - a mountain meadow in the Sayan Mountains from the crashed helicopter.
- Here Comrade Colonel See an hour ago! First thought - a common murder. But then, checked his papers. Like as a journalist! The police, was the orientation, all cases with the death and incidents involving journalists - to inform us. That's why they call! - Reported to a young man in a large fox-fur hat.
Thick fur hid half his eyes. Smirnov, looking at it - rushed to the body. But he grabbed her arm and forced the Poles to stay:
- Do not go forward Batko in hell! Got it! You go there only for my back! - He hissed Smirnov.
And then he asked aloud a guy in a fox hat:
- Who found it? Found who?
- Yes, a homeless person, what - what he said, and the patrol, he drunk alcohol drunk - out in Bobby Cop sitting! - Guy in a fox hat, nodded, police UAZ.
- Naturally! - Grimly Poles: - A document? There is? What if - if it were?
- Yes! Press card - in the name of Vladimir Petrovich Pronkina. Chief editor of a local television station. - Host fox hats, breathing heavily, holding red brown colonel.
Poles just looked at Smirnoff. He opened his mouth in surprise. Colonel seeing this reaction led the sad result:
- That's who our paper is - pulled out of the toilet! Closed Circle! Okay! Come and see - he? - Andrei Polyakov pushed to the side.
Smirnov, hesitating a few steps to the corpse. At this time, an expert in the bright - yellow, rubber gloves, turned over the body.
Facial Pronkina horror froze the last second before death ... in his forehead large dark brown gaping hole. Andrew involuntarily turned away. Next he heard Polyakov
- Okay, Pronkin means. Here we go!



The President sat gloomy as a cloud. In the light - blue shirt, open at the collar with no tie - he looked strange. He watched as the clerk came home after a hard day. There was officious and strict customary smartness.
The room was dim. Soft light table lamp - made the room cozy, although huge office was almost empty, and the sound of each movement echoing.
The president closed his eyes wearily and massaging temples with his fingertips - put his hands on top of a large polished table.
- Igor! Takes everything too serious, or rather all the turn of events was too serious! - President sighed and opened his eyes, looked at his companion.
He shrugged his shoulders and chuckled
- Sergey! I'll just say that the game, or rather everything to do with this case, it is not just what - that political stunt! Or farce with a sad ending! This is - a real war! The war for survival of the entire state. Although as you thought - the problem is veiled under the antics of the late Guseva and not worth the attention, everything turned out much worse.
President again sighed and leaned back in his chair.
- You know, Igor, and I did believe you then, at that meeting, or rather after. I believed that Gusev's not you! But after these two fallen helicopter, I already can not believe it!
FSB director shrugged and muttered:
- It is not important - whether you believe me or not. But I must report to you all! That's it! But there already - you own decision! By the way, I brought a resignation, you can sign it. I do not want to work in such an atmosphere. My agency can not guarantee the security of the state - if he does not trust the president!
The President thought, and after a pause, he asked:
- Well, let's Report. I was waiting for my advisor and press secretary. Need to prepare a statement and press - releases. Need to collect the television people. News around the world apart fast!
FSB director pulled out of expensive leather folder few sheets and laid them on the table - looked at the paper. The president watched his face. Not one muscle not twitched. Facial expression is absent, an iron will! That's what it means - the old school, damn it, pobral!
FSB director pulled out his glasses and wearing them looked at the president. He smiled suddenly.
Ah, Igor! How long has it been - his assistant and friend? How long have they worked in the GDR? How long have they been on the same side as Yeltsin struggled with lackeys - protecting Sobchak? Yes! How things change! There is not a state! No system .. as they are now - quite different! At all! He's wearing glasses is very old. It was as if someone or something else. He strongly handed over the last year.
President suddenly found myself thinking that Igor is very similar to Andropov. Just a little bit thinner. The same stoop, the same posture, the same look and be the same movement. He wants to be like Andropov, but it will only look like. Andropov second he was not to be! And that if he wants to be? What if this is it - all up to? What if - this is revenge? No! Just like that - the President does not give up! Although, though ...
The President shook his head. FSB director looked at him in surprise and said:
- Sergei? What is it?
The President started.
- No, no, I listen and talk. We have little time.
- Of course. So so. Sakhalin Governor helicopter crashed - crashed into a mountain. Died, all who were in the car. The wreckage and the bodies were found five hours ago. The helicopter crashed while governor of Kamchatka in unexplained circumstances. Debris - or rather, their part is found in the coastal zone of the Okhotsk Sea, a few corpses found. The others are reported missing. Found the crash site - two hours ago. The governor of the Magadan region killed while driving in his car on the New Arbat. Shot in the chest in the heart area and the control head, the right hemisphere of the brain. He died instantly, no traces. Weapons imported. Perhaps "Globe" with a silencer or "Beretta". Murder was an hour ago. Area cordoned off in Moscow introduced a plan Vulcan, but he does not give results. Me personally. Under my responsibility - canceled flight Irkutsk region governor, who was going to fly with the inspections, to the north of the region. Just - issued a secret order to cancel all flights to MI-8, the free movement of senior officials of the eastern regions of the country. Here it is in a nutshell.
FSB director took off his glasses and put them on the table top. The President shook his head and said grimly:
- Yeah, just what a nightmare! What's going on in the state?
- Sergey! I told you - all very seriously!
- I already knew, to your post. Got it.
- And - here! - Director of the Federal Security Service gave the president a piece of paper.
Someone tipped forward and took the papers said
- What else?
- It is the same statement Gusev.
- That thing? I wonder? Where did you?
- We have forwarded it by mail. Anonymously.
- Hmm, these are the papers of the - for them - there, in Beloyarsk soaked people?
- Yes.
- Hmm, I wonder? And who sent it to you?
FSB director sighed and said quietly:
- I suspect that - who wets governors.
- You want to say that the Magadan and Sakhalin and Kamchatka - all the links of one plot? Some secret society in the dismemberment of the state?
- I do not want to say so, I know - it is so! Unfortunately, there is reason to say so.
- Hmm, I wonder what that group of people - to help us decide! And free us from the unpleasant duty - to deal with these governors? A kind of delicate service - killers Robin Hoods? Great! As in the novel, thriller, damn it all pobral!
- Sergey Yes, yes! In all these regions have worked my people! Were established operational centers. But they are, it turns out - always late one step!
- Here is the number! I lay down on the table, of course, these reports from Beloyarsky there journalist, what you drive? So?
- Yes, one Smirnov - Correspondent local independent TV station.
- So what?
- Well, then. Pasley we already did everything. That's it, these documents have been! - Director of the FSB pointed to the sheets in the presidency. - And when he had agreed to give them to us, he stole them.
- Ha! Dai, guess! And then - they will send you in the mail anonymously? - President squinted slyly.
- Yes, Sergei, yes ... - FSB director sighed sadly.
- Here's my grandmother and St. George's Day! - President rose from his chair and putting his hands in his trouser pockets - disdainfully looked at the table with papers. - So, they give us a sign - say, guys, for your work?
- Yes, yes ... Sergey - mumbled FSB director.
- Igor? I do not understand? Who are you gebeshnik or pig tail? What's going on? Not really you can not calculate these guys from voluntary stripping?
- Work Sergei, work ...
- Yes, you went wrong one - Yes, it works! You let me tell the real thing! Do not bounce, I immediately blizzard revenge! - President angry.
He usually does not allow for such failures. Even when he was set up with the sunken submarine "Kursk", he suffered, but not broke, was, however, one moment. When he was rude to a foreign journalist and blurted out that - something about circumcision, but then he himself banned such breakdowns. But, there was another case! This is not released from the goat-legged Chechen Basayev - this is a serious situation! Smacks of a global problem. The president knew it. Therefore, could not resist and went on shouting.
- I Igor, here become like a king Iagupopa seven seventh ten! Remember the fairy tale - a kingdom of crooked mirrors? So I have one king - Iagupop seven seventh ten! You make me like this? And mind you, in the eyes of the world? I suspect - and amerekosy have already got wind! This fool from Texas ranch - a moron, with the manners of the world boob, probably - laughs and rubs his hands! And his dad - the same! And in general - all the leaders of the seven! And I mind you - a month to go for the summit! In Mexico - where Bush I just ask! And, oh my friend Serge - and it's true, you've got there buntanula Siberia, does not want to live in the empire? If so - let the disease! We have fifty-first state do! There, oil gold and other stuff - full, complete box! And I answer him?
FSB director silently listened to this monologue president in a raised voice. He did not even raise his head. President - this is a great plant.
- Yes! Igor, yes! My treasury is empty! I really ohreneli oligarchs! One hundred and fifty billion dollars pumped! I'm naked and impoverished army! And just - Decembrists Siberia! Hell, would - they pobral! In the depths of the Siberian mines keep proud patience! Not lost your sad work - and the highest aspiration of doom! Pushkin! His mother - as the water looked!
FSB director darkly chuckled
- Yes, there is, what is the - Russia will rise from sleep and then the wreckage of autocracy will write our names!
- Ahh! - President slammed his palm on the table. - Do you remember! The Captivating Star of Happiness? That's it! Repeats, but we do not fuck can not do! Igor! Speak! Who is behind this? I have reported this your resignation - in hell do not need! I have to save the country and happy to do! Her mother!
- Sergey. So you do not boil it! Things are not as bleak as you paint! The information is not to not leak! This I can assure you! And not what Bush and Shredarem you will not say anything, well, you never know helicopters hit? That they do not fall down!
The President looked at the director of the FSB and have a calm voice asked:
- You're so confident that you say? Where the guarantee?
- Yes, all is simple - these guys stripping, and they are all clean! A pun! It is true they had one bobble - this Smirnov and one journalist there with him from Germany to work.
- It Stolz, or what?
FSB Director winced as he did not expect - that the president remembers the names and know the details. The president likes. He first saw the face of his subordinate confusion.
- Yes Igor, yes. In addition to the FSB in our country, there are other structures gosbeza!
But the director of the FSB recovered quickly and grunted scornfully:
- It Grushnikov what?
- Well. At least they did. - President replied evasively. - So, where such a guarantee? And what's with this puncture Stoltz?
- The case is that all accidents actually occurred - of - for pilot error! Whether an external factor - is the second side. It is almost impossible to prove. This is the first. Second, that in fact we are in the present - not to interfere in this process. We have not been involved, these catastrophes. Third, not any leaks was not! No one knows - the existence of these securities - FSB Director nod to the documents on the table: - Fourth Smirnov one knows, but few believed him, because it does not copy what he did not do, just do not have time. He will be silent! That's right! He's scared! Killed his friends.
- A Stolz now where?
- It happened. These guys stripping - they stole it.
- Well, I know that. - President glared at FSB director.
- Yes, all right - she is alive, well, why it happened, I do not know, but they did not touch her. They then - then wait.
- Well, you craftsman - with bring unpleasant surprises! It turns out that until yesterday - you know where Stoltz? What happened to her? And I like iagupopu - reported when all became clear. Clearly, you failed here? How long will all this? How long will all this last?! I want to know a specific answer - specifically on the question! - President of the last words he said quietly and dry.
FSB director realized that he finally got angry. Normally, such a categorical tone does not bode well.
- I was talking yesterday with Schroeder. He personally asked me about the fate of Stoltz! International scandal is brewing! I do not care how - but what would this journalist in three days was at home! You clearly? - President glared at him.
- Sergei, I'm not yet said. - Said the director of the FSB is to blame.
- What is a surprise?
- Well, it's not so bad. I, something rather my people - something that all - again, could find out - about these guys from stripping.
- Yes! And what happened?
- And financed an influential businessman. He, of our own, ex. Of our structure. But seven years ago, moved and began to make dough. He is now in London.
- To what? And who is it?
- Luke, General Lucas.
- Taaaakkk - breathed heavily president.
- Here, he has created a structure for the safety net. Anti - with outrage. When starting out. Well, they soaked presumptuous grabbers businessmen, officials and sex crime climbing to Olympus government thugs. First, it was necessary for his business .. But when he left and spit on everything that was, a kind humanitarian assistance. It is funded by the Bureau. Pulled, there - a lot of our people, ex. And - Proffit high scale. And most importantly gave money. He has, according to our estimates the state five billion dollars. And then he gave the money is not small. According to estimates, well, about a hundred million evergreen. Here they are, and act on our beds. Our own tomatoes!
- Igor, and I'm going to ask you a very important and at the same time a simple question - Ah, the hell - it's it?
- Ah, the hell. Bored him! He got bored of this work. This is the first. Doing what he does not what? And the second - have interests! His Arab sheiks pressed. His French billionaire mutozyat negros, his American Jews - bankers gagging.
- And where does the integrity of the country? And then a branch in Siberia?
- The fact that it is, in our Gazprom, invested. A couple of billion dollars. In the exploration of coal reserves, oil, and most importantly gold. Only last year, in the mines, where his money and give a whirl, we shared profits were produced fifty tons of gold! You see, a couple of years, it will become a monopolist in the gold market in the world! And paradoxically it is beneficial to us! We have a large percentage! He's just not profitable - that the situation was not stable. What would escalate tensions in Siberia. And most importantly - your friend Osinovskoye, crossed his path! This is Aspen, I - and buy a piece of coal and oil is anointed. But, when a fall in gold aspen opened! That - all patience snapped!
- Hmm, well let's say it - again, Aspen himself in London grazing. Not really, he could not agree with Lyukaevym?
- You see, Aspen Jew and he largely on the drum - that Russia will be. He would only grandmother! And, Luke, from our - Russian peasant! He's a real general! And believes himself to be. This is a matter of principle!
- Well, you Igor bent! You did so to defend, as if - he is your friend! - Dismissed the president. - You can think of! He just what that - angel savior! No fault of his own a lot of people died! Bunch! Including four Governor! Four! Sure - Aspen bastard kind! But he did not when the line is not transgressed! He had such a fire does not inflated! He even opposite - Gusev discouraged when he learned that he was going to do! I had heard on the recording!
FSB director suddenly dissipated. President, looked at him in surprise, but said nothing, waiting for the one he asks:
- You think Sergei that Aspen - there is nothing, not involved?
- Well, at least - I have the information ... - president replied doubtfully. - And that, you've got that - that is to Aspen?
- Yes, there is! Let me remind - about the film on the apartment bombings in Moscow and Volgodonsk, he financed. And poured out all the information on the air.
- Well, it is so clear was ...
- No, Sergey! Not everything is clear! Then, he ran to us! We were accused that we are the houses blew!
- Well, you remind me! I know, I know!
- So. Judging by everything - houses ripped hatch rather them the operation was designed. We are now going to the finishing touches - and by the end of the week all the information on the case will be on your table. So what can the Attorney General to authorize the dripping in the archives and the statement to reporters.
- Luke? Why! - President again jumped out of the chair and stood up - leaning his hands on the table with his head down.
- Yes, then that would be - you Sergey for power lead! You!
- What?!
- Yes, yes! Luke wanted, what would you have become the President! You are! Because it believes in you and our brotherhood!
 The President shook his head down low and mumbled
- I can not understand. It's nothing.
- What is there to understand? Lucas - played against Aspen. Aspen is your enemy! And our. Aspen beneficial this whole commotion with Siberia. He is already a couple of hundred million shares done! Aspen!
- You want to say - that this whole Aspen curled parsley?
- So, yes, but there is no evidence of direct course. But, in fact - and this struggle Lyukaeva Osinovskoye. Aspen is a competent tactician and an intelligent man. Luke assertive and decisive and it's not a fool! So they grappled.
The President looked at the director of the FSB, and said nothing. He slowly sat down in the chair and bent down and pulled out the bottom drawer of a bottle of mineral water "Pirjo." Taking a few sips, the president put it on the table and tapped his fingertips on the cover, said quietly:
- Yes, and people are suffering! His mother! What a time! The country!
FSB director waited until the president quite calm and said quietly,
- Sergei, the worst thing that this whole parsley - many people have taken for granted. Separatism - he's contagious!
- Yes, Siberia and independence - that water is namutili! - The president made a few sips from a bottle.
FSB director greedily gulped - he always wanted to drink, but to ask the President, he did not dare.
- In general, yes! With Lyukavevym mess! Promise him concessions on interest. But that - would that he had his hunting Zhurnalyugi, stop it! And most importantly, what would Stolz - three days was at home! I do not care - as you do! I gave my word to Gerhard! I hope no one, not even Luke wants that the president of Russia - a chatterbox! Do you understand?
- Clear. - Sad said dirketor FSB and lowered his head.
The President looked at him with pity. He even felt sorry for his old friend. On his once full head of hair, he considered prolysiny top and gray hair. Work and shows great position taken away from his health and nerves. The president smiled sadly and added.
- Igor, I ask you as a friend - to agree with Lyukaevym, let stop this game! Enough is enough! And, with Osinovskoye, I'll understand, or rather to ask the GRU, he is also calm down ....
- Well Sergey - I promise, three days will Stoltz in Berlin!
The President nodded and glotnuv more water, said in a quiet tired voice:
- Yes, and that, whatever his Smirnov - the same can not touch ...
At this point, squeaked call button to be integrated in the remote table. President wearily looked at red lights and slow charcoal picked it up.
- Yes, what you got there?
FSB director stiffened. The president's face, it was obvious that the news is not pleasant. The president's face hardened. Silence, listening to the report, he slowly hung up. FSB director did not ask, knowing that it is better not to get yourself into the bottle.
- Well, that - one more trouble ...
- What! Who else - that crashed? - Could not stand the director of the FSB.
- No. This time just died - a very good man.
- Who?
- Writer Antonov. Died at his home in the village Yachmeneva. - Grimly he said.
- Eww! - Relieved the director of the FSB. - I thought - that's scary!
The President looked at him and growled with displeasure ...
- Scary! Such a person is lost, what else could be worse - all dead governors were not worth it alone! Worse. Okay, I want to go to the funeral in Beloyarsk.
- Sergei? No time!
- Igor, I'll go and no one can stop me! Even you!



Obvious but not basking sun. Black and gray decrepit thawed patches of snow. Still feel the cold of winter, but spring is coming. A breeze blows cold though, but it is already smells coming heat. Tired of the cold earth and fun inserts his side the March sun.
Andrew closed his eyes and lifted his face. After a brief pause, he sighed and said:
- Well, give Remember, Ilya V., our friends. Familiar and innocent victims! - Raise your mouth fat - like a small glass barrel glass - he drank.
Egorov, not what is not said and the same drink. They sat at a table right in the fence graves. A huge cemetery was like a strange gloomy city. Bollards crosses and monuments, like a giant brush bristles sticking out of the ground as a reminder - that a person only fleetingly in this world.
Yegorov took cold rolled pancake and roll bit.
- And you Petro? Drink, mark my friends! Even though you barely know, but still! - Turned to standing next Morgunova Smirnov.
He nodded his head, and then he took a glass.
Egorov, who lives pancake - took out a cigarette and lit up:
- I Andrei, one simply can not afford - that's gone then, from Vitka and closed his bastard out! Afraid, but look how it turned out! Hey, Vic! - He said gloomily and drag on his cigarette.
- No measles itself V. - so pleased his fate. - Smirnov again pour a shot of vodka.
- Guys, do you like - is it all so casually perceive! Where have you seen - so many people killed! And the police? A Vasilyevich? What your - what they say? Find snakes, or not? - Morgunov, took a pile on the table.
Egorov looked grimly at him and nodded at the fresh grave.
- You know, I. I do not want out in the row next to Vitka! Forgive me Lord! See how Burke curious and truth-seekers! I still want my grandchildren to babysit! A dozen rejuvenate. Not only that - the bullet was. Rana won hurts. So even if that one? Retired driven out. Clearly - heritage. And then, and prosecutors worn! As a kid, the gun - they want to split! But the body is not there! Of course, I hit him, but the body is not! No! Dragged his friends then! And there is no corpse - Neti barrel! I did not tell them! Fuck them! So now I do not care - who will find Vitka killed or not! It's in the trailer does not matter!
- How does it not matter? Justice - always important! - Morgunov drank a glass.
- But who is it important? He what? - Andrei Yegorov nodded. - Yes, he is now after this nightmare ... never in such a case does not enter! Thank God - though he feet, dragged away! It is true, after all, Andrei? - Egorov looked Smirnov, hoping to find support.
 That is not what is not said, but only grim grin, raised his glass:
- Okay, you fathers, let's have a drink, now forty days all - the same as in any way! What people say you live? We must pay tribute to the dead!
Egorov looked at Andrew and shaking his head softly said,
- I see, I see - you have not blown. Forget all that you need! Forget it! There was nothing! Believe me, they left you alone - not just - they see that again began to dig, lay next to you will! - Egorov pointed to the grave.
Among the big sloppy pile distribute wreaths - lonely stuck board with a large photograph of Victor. Breeze stirred her, and it seemed that Victor looks like a living from it.
Andrew sighed sadly. Egorov, seeing that he did not agree with his arguments, continued belief:
- You must understand that you have an old mother, you have a good job now! Vaughn chief editor did! Live so rejoice! The fuck you want this policy! You're young! Marry her! Look, the girl is what - this is your Bashkir! Fire! She'll give birth to a son! Wow! Andrew changed his mind! Forget it! Anyway - there is safety in numbers!
- Yes, I do not want to, get married! And I do not want to forget anything! - Irritably waved him Andrew.
Egorov spat at his feet. Morgunov saw it - to shame:
- Uh! Cemetery, everything - they do! Stop spitting! Old bastard! What a guy stuck? He, you see - is suffering .. and can not forget that a German woman? It is true, after all, Andrei? - Morgunov touched his hand to the shoulder Smirnov.
He said nothing, but only nervously cigarettes from his pocket, took out one of the pack and lit it.
- By the way, heard about it? - Morgunov sat next to Andrew on the bench.
- Nothing, silence - as the water has sunk!
- Have you tried - to communicate with Germany? Well, then called to Berlin?
Andrew looked bewildered Morgunova.
- Aah! Vaughn see - did not call! Are you afraid? He could have! On the channels? That - they are not looking for it, or what?
- Yes, what to look for. There it is - alive, well! - Andrew replied testily.
- How to live? And how it got there? How do you know? - Looked at Smirnova Egorov.
- Yes, Che know what I have now - familiar to the FSB is! - Evil and maliciously said Smirnov.
- And there it is! It is they tell you?
- So, saying that she's alive, well, now on leave, in general - it's all right!
- And how it got there then? Here are all huddled down! Killed, they say - this German woman! Stolen!
- Oh, I do not know! What do you clung to me? - Andrew twitched and he rose from the bench - again poured vodka - Let's drink!
Morgunov shook his head:
- You see - not zapey then grief! And then sopeshsya! It is not worth it! German is yours! She has her own life - we have our own! - He said philosophically.
- Do not sopyus! I need it! - Andrew quite angry.
- Come on! You do not touch him! Von you see a guy suffers, is he lying to us that he did on the drum, but at heart he was offended, and for us and for her! - Yegorov said Morgunova.
Then he squinted slyly, he turned to Andrew:
- Only Andrew's not our fault! And so we helped you than they could! A German woman, the same can be understood! Not yet known - as it treated?
- Yes understandable. I'm not mad. - He answered sadly.
Egorov looked at Andrew with regret and, patting his shoulder - said mysteriously:
- And in general - will be in Berlin, and you will! I feel it - go on the main post office. Maybe someone what you wrote?
Andrew started and looked at him with surprise. Egorov but said nothing, only nodded edifying.



Smirnov returned to the editor excited and angry. Wake only upset him completely. Andrew asked to go in the morning the leadership for the day, but after visiting the cemetery, unexpectedly decided to go back to work.
Through the glass wall, he looked at the hall were tables where reporters and throwing in a sports bag, plopped down in his chair. Alcohol and fresh air flushed his cheeks. Smirnov looked refreshed, but tired.
 Position, the chief editor - in which, he was appointed - not happy. After the death of Andrew Pronkina thought it was not a happy place. Per month, with a little, he did not have time to reorganize in leaders. Newly made chief editor Smirnov spoke with employees very democratic. Bosses grumble, hinting that Andrew threw familiarity, but Smirnov did not want to hear about the artificial change its image in the terrible and grumpy boss.
Andrew yawned and turned on the TV remote control clicking. But see news release Smirnov could not. The brain does not like would not receive the information. Speaker, like an alien creature moving his lips on screen, Andrew did not understand. What - what was going on the contrary in his soul. TV irritated wanted to quit and leave, to leave, which may be a wilderness where, no one pulled, where he would have been left to himself!
A glass partition demanding knock. Andrew started and stood up from the chair. Editor of Katya Volkova was holding up the phone. Her cam carefully concealed microphone tube. It was not heard of - a glass partition. Kate, like a fish in an aquarium, moving her lips, pointing to the machine. Andrew, looking at her, smiled and nodded.
- Now take - he called to the girl, I understand that she did not hear the same.
Reaching out to a telephone, Andrew sighed. He did not want to talk, but, nevertheless, he overcame that feeling and grabbed a plastic banana tube. From it came a distant but very familiar voice:
- Andrew, it's me!
Smirnov was scared. He did not like was not expecting to hear a man's voice, which was thinking all this time.
- Andrew can you hear me? It's me Eva! Hello!
But Andrew was silent. He could not squeeze out a single word.




Black - almost leaden water. During hurry, as if there is no time to stand still. Small, single pieces of ice, desperately twisting in a whirlwind - speeding down a sharp, like angry waves of the river. The ice edge is only on the rocks - the ice is powerless before the might of the Siberian river. Ice lurking and waiting, waiting for the last possible slide and swim, go down stream to the north, where his life will be eternal. Where the white silence of the desert cold, the vast space in the Arctic - could keep him alive. But the chances of ice are small. The spring sun - must be straightened - with hirevshim and bored by nature, ice. So that his days were numbered.
On the outskirts of a small, but cozy village cemetery were two old women. Stooped figure of older women like big stumps of pine young. Gray sweatshirt - almost invisible among the blackened snow and green needles. Only red, knitted gloves on his hands - how ridiculous, bright blots. Black handkerchiefs fluttering cold April breeze. The faces of both the old women are strained. Every wrinkle - like a small trench in the battlefield. Tired eyes looking into the distance. On the cheeks - like glass beads, tears. This causes the wind cry.
Where - in the depths of the cemetery crowd. Old women were not allowed. Before them stood a few people in the dappled and gray police uniform. The guards were also strained. One of the old women, adjusting the scarf - quietly whispered:
- P., you see him?
- No, it is not Asho. Not arrived.
- And who is there that much?
- This is his retinue and those like them - television workers.
- A human is like a lot of them!
- Yes, a person is important! Like a king! And not like - the king is. Or as Stalin.
- Well, the king and Stalin - is perhaps - and one identity.
- Do not tell me! King it from God, and Stalin - power.
- And what is the power of God that is different?
First the old woman did not answer. Lost in thought, she looked away from a handful of people in the cemetery and looked at the sky. Slowly crossing - sighed:
- Well, God is our life - and the power of it as a sort of punishment. Torment. And bear it hard. Here I think - easy for him?
- Who?
- To whom - the president!
- And what it is hard to be?
First the old woman again, lost in thought, and glancing at her - again crossed:
- Dominate. It is difficult to always! Power is punishment! Not everyone can stand it!
- A king?
- What is a king?
- Well, then, too, the king reigns!
- Nah ... - The king reigns. But this is different. Reign and rule.
- And what's the difference then?
- Edit the word right - right. A rule plasteel. Beat.
The old woman sighed again and crossed herself. Her friend looked at her and shook his head.
- How do you know all this Petrovna? A? I did not notice! Speak fluently all hurt! Like our father.
- This is not me speaking Anisevna. This - my year, they say. That's it.
- Yes. P. look like as who is going!
On the edge of the cemetery cavalcade drove cars. Big black - shiny box slowly, as tanks moved on the melting snow.
Nearby, a group of people began to move like an anthill. Slide the video camera operators on three-legged tripod - similar to the black herons. Reporters tried to get closer to the car drove up. But security - having built a solid cordon prevented them budge. One of the journalists - a young blonde threw angrily:
- My God! Yes, what we did to him? We, however, checked at the entrance - a hundred times! All clothing prosharili! Only accredited empty! Can not we come closer?
Big guy in an expensive coat kashemirovanom turned and looked at her gaze. Estimating its impulse - guard said softly:
- Madam, the cemetery. The president wants to be at the tomb of the writer alone. You and so let a too close. All statements made by the President to do later. Later! Please be patient.
The blonde smiled a radiant smile, and realizing that it is useless bickering playfully replied:
- I catch you up on that. You have to spend as much as possible after the president closer. Agreed?
The big man smiled and nodded his head in agreement - turned away.
Huge presidential limousine - a long, like a black crocodile, stopped at the end of a narrow alley. Next the car was just not drive. From the front door popped man in a black suit and willingly opened the back door. Thick rectangle smoothly slid.
President out of the car as always with the agility of a cat. Smooth confident movement. One of the bodyguards - big man with a square face, threw him on the shoulders of the coat. The President thanked him with a nod, and that - that whispered. Bruiser helpfully hunched his shoulders and gestured to his aides. They - like a leopard hunting - dutifully froze. The President looked around the cemetery and looked at the crowd of journalists - moved slowly down the slope. His small figure hidden behind a fence monuments and crosses.
Journalists have lost sight of the president. Swept over the crowd sigh of disappointment. Burly, bearded photographer boomed:
- Well, so specially set - to the grave Antonov could not see! Then calculation! And my publisher to take pictures! Incidentally hundred dollars promised - for a photo - the president on the grave. Now what to send?
- Yes, calm down! Once it became clear that they will not let! After all, this is private! Well, people want - to stay alone with the writer!
- To stay! What connects them? Antonov. It seems always to power not.
- Associates. Well, the classic of the same. President loves it.
- You want to say - loved ...
- FOUL! Writers unlike us do not die. They are not perishable. The manuscript.
- Internet is also not corruptible!
- Do not be ridiculous!
- By the way. Today, forty days from the date of death.
- So - he that came for this?
- Yes.
- Wow!! What's going on in the state that's going on!
The guard looked at the bearded photographer. He caught his nasty look - put a finger to his lips.
- Shut up, keep quiet. Boltnul surpluses.
Blond, bearded hurt shoved in his side:
- Kostya! Give better sip brandy! You got there!
Guard again glared at the photographer. He smiled slyly and aim the camera at the blonde, as if by accident, thrown:
- By the way - we have freedom of speech - on the constitution. So that criticism is always helpful.
- Kostya! Enough is enough! Do not ruin my relations! - Blonde smiled again kashemirovannom man in the coat.

The president walked slowly down the path strewn with yellow sand. Yellow sand on the gray snow looked like - that's ridiculous. Grains creaked under the soles of shoes. The President looked down and thought, "Well, even here tried. That it had not fallen. But the snow is no longer slippery. Reinsurers. I'm not Brezhnev. I can still maintain balance. They want to please! How, they want to serve. What kind of people! ".
The president stopped and turned and noted with satisfaction that he was no one goes. Guards behind ten meters. He was alone. One of the cemetery silence. The President took a deep breath and moved on. Track wagging among the crosses of old. Their gray, wooden sticks - like pointers inclined in different directions.
Where - is the distance, chenille Yenisei. The President looked at the river and stopped again. Track sharply left to the right. Perched on a small knoll lonely fresh grave. A massive slab of black marble, as if mourning Post - majestically erect, among expensive wreaths of flowers.
The President stood up slowly and looked at the monument on the cold stone. In a smooth, almost mirror-like surface - flashed his reflection. President, even a little scared. Scary mirror. But a moment later I got over. The president smiled sadly and stroked the cold marble. On the black lump nothing but a clumsy white painting was not. Only a stroke of the pen of the writer - filled in shiny steel.
"Yes. So he wanted. So. All - is left - just painting. So here. But in real life. Thought - on the pages. Thoughts remaining among us. Among people. How tricky. How brilliant. Nothing more. Terrible - elegant simplicity of perfection. Yes - the wizard. Here and there, he is a master "- the president said that his thoughts were like a line of the book.
 Well, how do you sleep? A writer? - President asked quietly.
Slight breeze, as if the answer moved his hair. President shivered. Chill crept over his collar. If somebody - that touched ice palm.
- Sleep is also probably - it's hard! - Asked the President to nowhere.
- I think you were right. Rights. Well it can! Maybe that's enough? Hard for me. I'm tired. It is much more difficult - than you think. Much.
But no one answered. Once the new wind gust - moved his mourning ribbons on the wreaths. They chattered like birds with their beaks on the petals of flowers.
President have inclined knee and resting his forehead on a cold marble - froze for a few seconds.
- I'm sorry. Probably - it was a weakness. I must not be weak! The weak are beaten! So - this is my final bow. Do you hear me! This - the last bow president!
The President stood up, and without turning, went confident step back. Creaked under his soles yellow sand. Far away the hassle of Sayan spurs - Chenille Yenisei. He is like a giant snake went the distance, almost for eternity ...


Epilogue



Large glass bowl - like a giant hornet's nest - to stumble upon a thick needle. Ball of light in the middle of the cross - a reflection. It shimmered in the light of the May sun. The man closed his eyes and grimaced palm said aloud:
- Yes ... curse the Vatican.
High television tower with a cross, in luminous glass. Strange picture. The legend of the curse of the Vatican. Modern history - and so true.
The man glanced at the big beautiful fountain in the middle of the square. Green with time - the bronze Neptune sternly looked at people walking around people. Graceful streams of water flew from the granite figures and sprayed on the passers-by.
- Yes! Alexander Platz. Who would have thought. Who would have thought! - Muttered the man turned and walked down the alley.
Leaving on a long noisy street he walked, slowly, constantly turning in different directions. Near the river, he moved to the other side of the road and stood up at the granite small boat looked down. In the dark and murky water - curve of the sun's glare. Water foam from surging waves. Floated down the river a little old boat - with black, absurdly tall chimney. On board sported the inscription «Eliza». The man sighed, waving passengers on board - turned around.
- Spree certainly not Yenisei. So-so. But still - as all well maintained. - The young man muttered under his breath.
Behind rose the bulk of the cathedral. Its shape was very similar to Isaac in St. Petersburg. Only the dome is not shining. He seemed to spin a giant toad was in pimples. Green mold said that a raid on her bronze hidden under a few hundred years.
- Well, they did not clean? A? Like such akkuratisty.
Went by pretty leggy blonde. The man smiled at her:
- Guten Tag! Fraulein! Well fuck you - the church is not clean? A! Does not shine! Cupola that! A?
The blonde did not understand anything, but just in case, smiled and walked on.
A young man, standing a little bit - he went the other way. Crossing the bridge, he stopped. Long street went the distance. The man looked at the sign on the house.
- Unter der Linden-off he. - It seems there. On the sidewalk were three girls. They laughed merrily. The young man strained his ears and heard Russian speech.
- Hey! Beauties! How to find the Brandenburg Gate?
Girls started and laughed. One is tall with brown hair, looking at the man said cheerfully:
- Oh, wow! Can not get away from their men! Find anywhere! Strange! You scared us!
- And that's strange?
- Well, foreigners around and suddenly - asked in Russian. Over there! You go all the way! There is the Brandenburg Gate! - Kashtanka gestured along the street. - Then close!
The man smiled and said, sighing:
- And there is also the Reichstag?
- Yes! There you will see ...
- Danka sean!
- Not at all! - And the girls were laughing on.
The man walked slowly down the street. He considered home. Gray stones harsh German architecture - seemed to him, a little pompous and smug in bright spring colors Imperial Style buildings in Berlin looked at times even funny. Stood by the side of a police van. Near the green - white car two guards lazily watched people standing nearby. Two guys and a girl wrapped in colorful cloths that - a loud shouting and waving placards. Passers responded to their calls, too, as then - routine. Many did not even turn his head - just passed by.
The man stopped and curiously examined the scene. The inscriptions on the posters protesters he could not read, but he knew what was written about the struggle for the purity of nature.
- The freedom of their mother! And do not take it! Our cops would, too raked! And here - Europe!
At the end of the street seemed gate. Their columns, like a giant comb into the ground. At the top of this ridge sculpture chariot. The man stopped and curiously examined the architectural structure. Turning back, he inhaled the air deeply and closed his eyes.
- There. East Berlin - then West. So like the script. - He said to himself.
After passing under the arches of the Brandenburg Gate, he shook his head. There were a lot of tourists. Many of the pictures.
From the intersection to the right, went long, wide street. But the man quickly assured strode across the road into the park. Under the spreading chestnut tree the old lime trees were benches. Almost all of them were busy people. The young man shook his head irritably - was looking for a place where to sit. At this time of a woman's voice called out:
- Andrew!
The man looked around. His neck threw girl. She kissed him on the cheek, nervously clutching her hair at the nape.
- Andrew! Dear! Cute! You're here!
The young man awkwardly patted the girl's back and murmured:
- Well, Eva! Well! All is well!
At this point, what that woman in a full skirt and a bright orange blouse unthinkable - brought upon them his camera and photographed brazenly.
- But! But! - A man called out to her.
But aunt just smiled and mumbled something in English.
- Andrew! I've been expecting you! I'm so bored! How did you flew?! As you released? You're all right!
- Eva! Eva! Why so many questions at once! Let's sit down! Come on! - The young man stepped back from the girl and took her by the hand and dragged him to the side - to the vacant seat. The girl laughed.
- Andrew! You're so scared! Take it easy! All is well! Relax! This is Berlin!
They were sitting - leaning back on the bench, and talked down. The man took out a cigarette and lit it. The girl, eyes closed, said quietly:
- I can not believe that this is reality! It was all ...
- I wanted to ask you. How - do you survive? After all, there was no chance.
- Were Andrew. Were.
- Hmm. Location.
- They do not why it was to kill me. And they did not want to kill me.
- Hmm. Why? Why, then, they hunted us.
- They were waiting.
- They were waiting for? Wow!
- They could kill us. But wait.
- Why? Explain it?
- They were waiting for the team - from Moscow. As I understand it - it was a great game.
- Do you understand? Yes, I realized that, for a long time. But I can not understand why you, then we are alive!
- Yes, we do not who do not need. Without those papers, we simply do not need anyone. It was all over. All. And what happened to us - this is how it is with you in Russian, ancient legends, things of bygone days.
A man threw a bull standing next to the box and leaned looked the girl in the face. But she did not open his eyes - smiled
- Calm down Andrew. All gone!
- Yes! And my friends? They died! And I? And we?
- And we are together! We're alive! What more do you want?
The man looked back at the girl, but said nothing.
- You know, Andrew, I thought a lot. While you waited. One can see it's destiny. And all this - in Russia fate. But this, no one but us will ever know. At least - not to know. Otherwise, we will not see happiness!
- What if I do not want?
- What?
- Well, what would have happened?
- You do not want to be with me? You do not want to stay here?
- Uh, no, I do not mean it ...
- Then you have to forget everything!
- Damn! And what I'm going to live here?
- You will work with us. I've already talked to his boss. He promised to take you. But, only you have to - learn some German.
- Hmm. Like - it's simple.
- It's fate! Lord! It's fate!
A man stood up from the bench and looking aside quietly asked.
- There's the Reichstag?
The girl opened her eyes and looked at him in surprise, said:
- Why you all here, Russian pulls it to the Reichstag? Well, what - you do whatever you say - plastered with honey? I even like - what a shame! Well, the Reichstag and then what?
- Come on, let's see!
- Lord! Yes it would be better if the forty-fifth general blew ... your soldiers!
The man just laughed. They, hand in hand - came to Hulk public buildings. Large state flags on the sides of the towers - developed, like colored sails. The man looked at more steep stairs at the entrance.
Suddenly he jumped up and ran over it jumped in the side. His arms, he shouted to the girl.
- Freedom! Freedom!
The girl laughed, too, ran into him on the ledge. The man put his arm around her waist and said:
- Hey, what's written on the front?
- The German people.
- Interesting!
- We've got a lot that's interesting.
A man kissed a girl on the cheek and a pat on the arm, laughing. Photographed next couple. Girl, glancing at them - quietly whispered:
- Put five euros - is Russian!
- Naturally. By the way, where you have a post office there heads?
- Why do you ask?
- Well, so ... Maybe I want to get the parcel!
The girl looked suspiciously at the young man. But he looked away and laughed out loud.

April - October
2004