– Most likely, we do not need to move anywhere. We must sit right here and wait, – said Nabis. – Most likely, he is coming to us. Most likely, he got caught in your TV camera intentionally. He wants to meet you. He or the Zone… This I don't know. He can walk fast, but today he has nowhere to hurry. After all, because of him you rushed into the Trouble, without preparation, on personal orders, with only one guide. So that means you can also wait now, when the Trouble stooped you a little.
– Ding-dong, – said Blinchuk. – Stay down. Not ding-dong, but holy shit. And who the hell is he?!
Nabis shrugged the shoulders.
– He is local. I remember him before the Trouble. He was a doctor in a hospital.
– Military doctor? – Major Korostylyov asked after a pause.
– I have not seen him in military uniform, – Nabis answered. – I have seen him in a white coat.
The Colonel and the Major stared at each other. The Major fixed the machine gun on the knees. The fact that the Major took AK-47 on a mission Nabis also noted. Not a general “short” like a Colonel, not a fashionable “screwdriver”, like high society Ensigns, but the real 47th, the gun for aliens. Very interesting inspector Major Korostylyov. Don't you turn your back.
The washed wet vomiting Ensign returned to the car and took up the floor of the back, looking at the authorities from the bottom up.
– So who is he right now? – asked the Colonel. – Is he dangerous?
– Very, – said Nabis. – He lives inside the Trouble. There all are dangerous. Even I am dangerous there, and how dangerous you are, I cannot even imagine.
– Hey you, intelligence officer, – said Shultsev authoritatively, – enough chasing the darkness. Right, Sergey Borisovich?
– Shut up, Shultsev, – said the Colonel thoughtfully. – And never leave the weapon.
– It's to blame! – exclaimed Shultsev, jumped into the vehicle body, picked up his rifle, sat down and, curving a little the slender body under the bulletproof vest, began to look as good as he could.
– Comrade Ensign, you need to clean up your vomit, – said Nabis. (Shultzev stared at him as an Ensign at a soldier.) – There is a mop and a bucket of water behind the toilet. Right for these purposes.
– Excuse me?! – said Shultzev.
– That's the way, – said Nabis. – Necessity. Internal order. Hide your shit from the Zone. Shit in the Zone can also bite.