– Shultsev, – he said when sat down. – Get the mop out from under the car, take it back and rinse it. Perform. Did you see his face? – he asked everyone when Shultsev disappeared with a mop behind the toilet booth. – This Father?
Glyzin, Nabis, and Korostylyov exchanged glances with each other in two tricks.
– He's in a gas mask, – said Korostylyov.
– He has taken it off, – said Bllinchuk and now Korostylyov lifted an eyebrow.
– No, Comrade Colonel, sir, – said Glyzin. – He hasn't. I paid attention. It's to blame, of course.
Blinchuk blew out a gallon of air through his lips folded as a pipe, sat down straight, for a bit and put on his helmet.
– Mm, yes, – said Nabis.
– It is strange, but my tower cannot be seen from here, – said Blinchuk. – And these excavators are not mine. Seems that they are showing us some kind of a movie here. And again, it is the summer. Well, I will figure it out. With rolling “R”s, goddamn their mother.
Silent Shultsev came back, climbed onto the truck's body, sat down. Blinchuk pounded his fist on the back of the cab. The vehicle moved and, having left the Stand, immediately turned right.
Archive of Shugpshuits (Book of the Trouble)
File “Fenimore-1”
A fragment
Own decoding
(Orthographic mistakes of decoding corrected – S. Zh.)
(…)We are meeting in Bezhensk, in the park in front of the factory of Madam Lebedeva in the afternoon of 1>st May year two thousand and one. Of course, we knew each other before, that is not possible to live in Akhtubinsk Prezone and not to know Sverzhin-Fenimore, and if not to know him personally, then at least to know about him. Our acquaintance with each other was not at all the superficial, but he agreed for an interview for the first time, though on regular terms. The tracker with the “King Kong” rating, author and co-author of the most famous official tracks, conqueror of dinosaurs, co-author of the discovering of the Staggering Forest. A year ago he went from the Zone to Kazakhstan, poling321 the only known for today passage through the Hot (also known as Kazashsky) Corner. Naturally, no one except him would know how many unofficial tracks he knows. A good phrase.
He dresses casually, real jeans, good leather jacket, in his hand can of real beer. He is not armed. We say hello to each other, discuss the latest news about Antipov crew, who only have half-tank of fuel left for today, and there along with Valov they are starting to worry and suspect something. We do not talk about Earth matters, though there is an issue of Komsomolka rolled up, as it seems is showing from opened Fenimore's jacket.