UNDERGROUND

Chapter 230 years later...First passenger. 4,273 meters northeastIn the dim light of the lantern, the first November snowflakes were spinning, disappearing into the white muslin that covered the deserted road - in this industrial area, lost among the railway lines and old factory buildings, serenity reigned, which was not disturbed even by the roar from the Highway of Enthusiasts. Yet this serenity was deceptive. The harmony was broken by one false note, against which even Mr. Reeves was powerless, whose hypnotic voice poured into the cabin from the twelve speakers of the BMW X5.Pustovalov woke up from the dope of distant memories and looked towards the copse, in which Colonel Basurov disappeared five minutes ago and once again thought that he had probably bet on the wrong horse.It wasn't just the colonel, though he didn't give cause for concern at first. In the end, for a man who has not passed the temptation of money, Basurov rose quite well by his standards: he managed to sell

Chapter 4Pustovalov looked over their heads, at the checkpoint door, then his gaze shifted to the dark window. Once more, looking around the top of the gate, he bit his lip and stared at the Mercedes parked against the concrete wall.The strange arrangement of cars, the shadow behind the container and the behavior of the Yasinsk sixes began to take shape.They entered the compact, uncomfortable hall. The only guard pointed in the direction of the elevator and ordered to go to the fourth floor.- Wow. Basurov said quietly while they were waiting for the elevator.Pustovalov said nothing, quickly looking around the surrounding space and thinking about what to do next.He knew that there was one person at the checkpoint. Another one was behind the container. The other two sat in the back seat of the Mercedes. The front seats were empty, and the rear seats are not visible due to the tinting.The hall was as cold as a swimming pool. The walls are painted purple. On the floor - dirty beate

Chapter 6Pustovalov knew that as soon as he took the first steps, a guard would appear in the doorway of the checkpoint, who was now hiding there. In his hands he will have a baseball bat or something like that. He will play as a distraction while one of the bearded men comes up from behind and stuns him. They won't come out now that he's standing in front of the door. They will wait for him to step back a couple of steps to have more space. Also, they most likely won't mess with a firearm while it's under their control. Stunned, and then simply strangled and thrown into a container. This is their simple plan. Pustovalov understood him as soon as they arrived here.Without taking his hands out of his jacket pocket, Pustovalov pressed the button on the electronic key. The doors of the BMW X5 silently unlocked.Pustovalov estimated how many seconds he would have after he took a couple of steps.And came to the conclusion that less than one. Because as soon as the bearded men see him ru

Chapter 8The last train rushed to the Kazan station through the snowfall, and Victor returned to his unhappy thoughts. He only had two hundred left in his pocket. On the map, it's even worse. Thank God, at least there is separate housing - his mother and his new family drove him to a communal apartment, where Victor inherited a room from his father. The apartment was located near Komsomolskaya. In the kitchen, under the table, there are two kilograms of potatoes that can be fried in the neighbor's oil. He will buy beer at the Bill at a discount, only one cigarette, well, a vape will blow for a couple of days. Internet paid. Basically you can live.Of course, when this Sunday was just beginning and Victor went to work in Lyubertsy, he expected to finish it in a more pleasant mood. After spending eight hours in the office of a construction company with the solid name Roden House, Victor thought of getting five thousand for debugging printers, but the manager, having uncorked a bottle o

- Moron! - Victor shouted after him, believing that the incident would be over, but the back of the "short man", well covered in a black bomber jacket, suddenly froze in front of the doors themselves. Something in Victor's chest broke off and fell down, and meanwhile the teenager was walking back, squinting in a smile on his puffy face.- What did you say? - Victor has heard this phrase hundreds of times in cheap TV shows, YouTube videos, jokes, and so on, but for the first time in his life he heard it addressed to him and immediately felt the unbearable burden of responsibility, which implies an answer to it.The outburst of anger had long since faded, and Victor did not want to repeat what he had said. He avoided looking "shorty" in the face. For some reason, his eyes didn't rise above his shoulders.- Get out from here! Victor said ruefully.- What did you say?! - "Shorty" began to fiddle with the slightly dented remains of the "Underkat" on Victor's head again.– What are you, a m