“Shishiga” turned left from the courtyards, onto the actual Volgogradskaya, town’s external north street. On this road, you may drive half a kilometer almost until the turn towards the stadium. The car was buzzing softly, you could hear how the steering wheel is spinning, speeds are getting switched, how Kharon is knocking with the back of his hand on the cabin ceiling expressing some specific driver’s feelings. Accompanied ones were silent, trying not to look to the sides, not turning their heads. With his peripheral, the main tracker's viewing, Nabis saw that the vomiting Ensign aimed his attention towards him not only once or even twice, probably imagining elements of targets on a silhouette of a new, freshly and sharply smelling enemy. This vomiting guy seems not a bad fighter, but a total fool. A fisherman.
Near Prostokvashino (unfinished block number 36) Kharon slowed down and knocked on the cabin’s roof. Nabis coughed. Worth getting a cape. But these don’t have capes…
– Comrade Colonel, comrades officers and warrant officers, – he said in a guide’s voice. – The thirty-sixth quarter. Ahead is the steppe. A corner of a housing estate. Here the “neutral” expands, both climate and time is changing in it. Now we will enter into a very big air mirror. Objective, it is a barrier, not a hocus-pocus. – They were watching him with the same face expressions. But no, even with the same faces. Nabis looked down. – On the other side there is other time and rain, – he continued. – Keep calm. In the end, there where we are going will be a place to get dry. But this is not the most important thing. – Nabis was trying to find the words. – Further down the road we may meet aaa.. illegal guests of the Zone. Practically, all of them are local citizens. We are going by invitation, comrade Colonel, I am asking to keep your patience. Otherwise we may end up in a battle. Everyone we can meet here is armed and is very high-strung. And they all shoot well.
– Talks roundly, yes? – said Shultsev with perfectly tuned hysterics. – Who do you work for, contractor, who pays you? Where will you turn your gun? He is having a hocus-pocus here…
– Shultsev, set aside, – Blinchuk announced without raising his voice. No, he is definitely, not an armchair Colonel. Not a checking type, but a doing one. – So, the air mirror, rain and illegals accordingly… Well, let it be. Guide, and we are definitely going to meet some illegals?