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UNDERGROUND 1
PrologueJune 1991 30 years before...Supporting his cheeks with his fists, Sasha watched a tiny bird jumping along a thick branch outside the window. The habits of the bird resembled a sparrow, but shone in the sun like a real parrot, shimmering with outlandish ash-rusty plumage. Inflating her red breast, she shook her fiery tail, turning it into a tiny flame.“Go-ri-tail-ka,” Sasha said quietly, not even realizing that he had guessed her name exactly.The bird seemed to have heard him, looked at him sideways, like a bird, and, lifting its white-fronted head, gave out a familiar, alarming overflow into the evening heat.So that's who woke him up in the morning.Feeling the cold of the radiator with his bare knees, Sasha sat on the bedside table, pushed up to the windowsill, like a hidden hunter, but the object of his interest was by no means a bird. He waited for the footsteps in the hallway to die down. Unfortunately for him, the footsteps died away right behind him.– What are you!
UNDERGROUND 2
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
UNDERGROUND 3
Chapter 3Although the difference between them was only ten years, Pustovalov called the colonel "you" and this had an extremely practical meaning. Pustovalov generally avoided other meanings when it came to work. In negotiations with Yasin, he did not want to attract too much attention, and the role of Basurov's assistant suited him perfectly.The colonel smiled sourly.- Do you want a take? I almost fell into a hole there.- What hatch?- In the woods. Maybe an abandoned bomb shelter? - Basurov jerked the zipper on his jacket and twisted his face, as if his stomach hurt badly. - And yet, on the other side of the car is a cop.Pustovalov said nothing, but Basurov obviously expected a different reaction.- What do you say?Pustovalov shook his head.“I didn’t look too hard, though. Maybe DPS?- Not.Basurov looked at Pustovalov and screwed up his eyes.- Oh, Sanya. Get on the right path, you would have made a good military man. Did you even serve?Instead of answering, Pustovalov, lik
UNDERGROUND 4
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
UNDERGROUND 5
Chapter 5At that moment, a soft creak and footsteps were heard behind. Basurov pressed himself into an armchair. Pustovalov crossed his arms. A giant with the face of a professor came out from behind and handed Yasin a white smartphone.Yasin showed them the display of the smartphone. On the screen of the smartphone, the connection time was indicated in large numbers: 02:41 ... 02:42 ... 02:43 ...- Yasin, we agreed that at twelve-thirty your people would get in touch. - Said Pustovalov. If they're already there, then...Yasin looked at him.- ... let them go straight.“Go straight ahead,” Yasin immediately repeated into his smartphone.Pustovalov imagined the place where Yasin's people were now - a huge deserted parking lot, covered with an untouched layer of snow. Rows of lonely lanterns, under whose light cones whirlwinds of snow rush.- After three hundred meters turn, drive on. He heard his own voice.- After three hundred meters, turn, drive through. – Echo repeated Yasin.- Be
UNDERGROUND 6
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
UNDERGROUND 7
Chapter 7“And here is our client,” drawled the Mason, seeing Pustovalov.The bricklayer winked slyly at Pustovalov, and Lieutenant Ryakhin gently took him by the shoulder.Meanwhile, the second policeman pushed Pustovalov to the checkpoint doors.- Let's go. - He said in a businesslike tone.Pustovalov gladly "surrendered" into the hands of the police.The bricklayer, meanwhile, took a quick look around the yard, and looked at the hammer in the hands of the guard.“And what’s going on here with you?” Some kind of repair?Bearded men approached them.- We're all right. Look, maybe you can talk to our boss. One of the bearded men pointed to Pustovalov. - This person…“Don't worry, citizen. The Bricklayer stopped him with a gesture. - This person has already been detained and is not threatening you ... And where do you say your boss is?- There, - the bearded man extended his hand, - wait, I will call him.Pustovalov climbed the steps of the checkpoint. Now he was between lieutenants Ry
UNDERGROUND 8
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