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Spacious air-conditioned room. White walls, white ceiling, sand-colored floor tiles. There are vinyl sofas along the walls. No smoking sign, but I don't smoke. Slava winced, he just wanted to smoke, it seems. Two racks, behind one is a young guy in the same uniform, behind the second is a well-fed girl with a face burned to redness. Above them is a sign "Immigration Control". Both counters are occupied, Jorge and company are already hovering near them. They have forgotten about us for a long time, it seems, but it is not very necessary either.

Putting the bag near the sofa, he went to look at the posters on the walls. Continuous landscapes: some mountains, a coast with beaches and rocks, a savannah with antelopes ... are we in Africa, or what? And in general, you will understand what kind of animal, damn it ... that's what it is? Like a rhinoceros, only taller, skinny and in front of a whole bunch of tusks, like an elephant, or something ... Yeah, and there's a map! Glory is already trampling around her.

San, I didn't understand a damn thing, - he said when I got closer. - Do you know anything at all?

I stared at the map, somehow immediately mentally connecting myself with the ram that was staring at the new gate.

No, Slav, I don't know shit. But we are here.” I pointed at the red mark above which it said “You are here.”

And I figured it out.

Did you finish sailing?

Yep, mechanic.

See how much sea, you can walk.

Wherever you want. You can go there, - I pointed at random. - And here, - the next destination was marked with the same accuracy.

On a truck.

It won't work on a truck. What is it all about? Where are we?

You should be scared, but you can’t be scared, because everything gives off some kind of absolute normality. No one is running, no one is screaming, no wringing their hands, behind the counters there is a quiet mumbling, everything is so calm and mundane that it doesn’t feel like panic at all. When the queue comes, and at the counter I will find out everything. In any case, no one catches us here, that's for sure. Because otherwise, the “Beretta” taken from the guardsman would have been taken away from me, and not told to put it in the bag.

San, I have no idea, a cross on my belly.

Some farms in the savannah, cattle in corrals ... fishermen, a boat full of fish ... children on the beach by the river ... Yeah, hunters with some big creature like a wild boar ... such a healthy wild boar, and the fangs are impressive. Or not a boar, you won’t understand at all. Airplane over the mountains. Some kind of quarry, and an excavator is working in it, trucks with rock are driving along a serpentine road, in the foreground a man in a white construction helmet is content with his life ... City photos ... this is an ordinary American town, a natural Midwest. And here it is somehow more impressive, multi-colored bricks, passers-by, cars, people are sitting on the cafe terrace. A small port, some ships under loading, but again small ... Well, okay, it looks fine. Let's see what happens next.

The queue reached me fifteen minutes later, to that plump girl. I walked over to the counter and rested my elbows on it.

Where are we? I asked first.

Novaya Zemlya, everything is written here, - she laid out some brochures in front of me. - Are you here too without a preliminary contract?

British accent, for sure. More likely even a cockney, that is, she is from London. Something here is generally everything, a hodgepodge cooler than in Marbella, where I live. Lived.

Then I will explain for a very long time, it is easier for you to read. But you can't get back. What are the documents? Also a prison ID?

He is. I pulled out a card from my pocket.

Leave the name the same?

Name, she repeated patiently. - We don't care who and where you were before, start from scratch. I will write out new documents for you now. You can name whatever you want.

No, let everything stay the same, if it's clean.

Stand over there, against the wall, and look at the camera, please, - she clicked the mouse.

I stood where she asked, staring at the camera. Something clicked, then the girl said:

Look here, - she slightly turned the monitor towards me. - Suitable for documents or take it off again?

Well, yes, not handsome, but I am generally like that. But it's okay, usually I get even worse, so they don't look for good from good.

Good.

Okay, wait a minute… year of birth and so on? She showed me my prison card.

Wait. Sign here, - she pointed to an electronic stylus with a small screen.

I signed. Then he began leafing through brochures, stopping only at the pictures for the time being. Just more photos… another map… yeah, a leaflet with discount coupons, I guess it will come in handy.

Something buzzed behind the counter, then the girl laid out another card in front of me, already mine. new document. The size of a credit card, my portrait is laser engraved directly on the iridescent plastic, it’s also a hologram, if you look at the reflection, a sign appears ... an eye in a pyramid, like on a dollar, another chip, like on a credit card, and at the same time a QR code, such a square one. Well, I have my signature.

This is your ID, - said the girl. - Also a debit card. In case of loss, you can restore it at any branch of the Order's bank, how to do this - read in the manual. The monetary unit is called "ecu", tied to gold. You, as a refugee, have been credited with a thousand, this is a starting allowance. Further themselves.

Refugee?

Are you here without money and everything else? So, a refugee. So people go with their money and property.

Wait, wait, I interrupted her. - I have there ... well, where I come from, money. I just didn't know, I'm here by accident.

Where is your money? She looked at me indifferently.

In the bank. On account. That is, in banks on accounts.

If you do not have remote access, then nothing can be done.

Alice? - I looked at the badge with the name. - Alice, I have remote access. Where can I get it?

You can't." She shrugged her thick shoulders. - You need to talk to my management, they deal with emergency situations.

Where is the leadership?

I'll call you when I'm done with them. Next one please!

We had to wait a long time, everyone had already left, only Slava said that he would be waiting by the car. Then I was left alone and was about to start reading brochures, but then another group of people appeared in the hall, who entered through the same door as us, and from the door behind the control desks a certain young, stout, rosy-cheeked, starting to go bald early appeared. He came up to me, asked, looking at the paper:

Alexander Bari-nov?

Yes, I got up.

I'm David Millband, shift supervisor. Come to my office. He turned and walked towards the door from which he emerged.

The office turned out to be quite spacious, with three tables, but only one was occupied. I sat down across from Millband.

You have money left in that world, as I was told?

In that world?

Yes, in that world. There is that world, and here is this one. That is, if you have money there, then the task of returning it is very difficult.

But probably?

Anything is possible,” he nodded. - Where do you have them?

Offshore, BVI.

Who has access to the account?

Just me.

You will have to provide it to us. But if additional identification is required, then ...

Maybe it's easier to put me at the computer, and I'll do everything myself?

He shook his head.

So it doesn't work. Don't you understand yet? That's it, you can't go back there, and you can't connect to any bank from my computer. The only way to solve the problem is to give access to us. If you remember the account numbers and company name. If you do not remember, we can find them ourselves, but the cost of services will increase. We will sign a contract, no one will steal your money, we will only deduct the cost of our services. However, if there is not enough money, then ...

There is enough money. I have all bank details. Can I see the contract?

Yes, of course, I'll print it now.

He clicked his mouse, then laser printer Three sheets of paper came out and Millband handed them to me.

So… it seems to be an ordinary contract of agency… a dash for the amount… but I don’t remember exactly how much it is, but I’ll give you an approximate… terms… a month, maybe longer. Reward… yeah, okay, twenty-five percent.

Commissions are not too high? I asked.

Standard. Or pull out the money yourself,” he smirked.

I don't like him, yeah.

Okay, the rest seems to be normal, - I concluded, having finished reading. - What do we do next?

Do you remember the details? Passwords? Do you need an identification card?

Here the card is necessary, but also it is solvable.

Do you have any knife? I took off my waist bag.

Millband pulled out a drawer, rummaged through it, fished out a box opener, and handed it to me.

Thanks.

Turning the bag inside out, I cut the lining, pulled it off and tore it off completely. The entire turnover was painted with a pen in small handwriting, all over. When I was arrested, the lawyer brought several books to the meeting, the guards let them through. One of the books had everything I needed - account numbers, a rewritten card with codes, the necessary phone numbers, document numbers. You won’t remember everything, but life in prison will never turn out how it will turn ... like now, for example. Then I bought a purse in the “economate”, they are popular among the convicts, to carry cigarettes and other things, and copied everything into it. And he tore the pages from the book and flushed it down the toilet. I also have a similar record on the insole in the sneakers lying in the bag, also from the bottom, of course.

Hops and Klondike

The frontier is not the most pleasant place in the world. In these terrible northern regions, danger threatens at every turn: bullets, spells, and so on. But Nikolai Gordeev understands that this is his only chance: he will not be able to survive after a gunshot wound in the familiar world, but in the Borderlands he has hope for this.

Plus, he's doing great business here: his gun shop in the Fort has become popular with the locals, as has the beer shop next to it, which is run by Hops. But in the Borderlands, successful periods rarely last long: suddenly the main characters find themselves embroiled in a conflict, which they can only cope with by joining forces...

Cold, beer, shotgun

Terrible cold, terrible winds and endless invasions of creatures from the Frost have long been a common occurrence for the population of the Borderlands. But anyone who is at the line separating the worlds must be ready to fight merciless criminals and fight for life. When trouble happens in the Borderlands, it remains to rely on your own strength and the help of friends who have become true allies.

This time, Hop and the Klondike will not only have to trade smuggling and brew intoxicating drink, but also face a more serious threat ...

Witches, map, carbine

In the harsh world of the Borderland, starting a business is a very difficult task. Perhaps even much more difficult than doing it in the ordinary world - especially if you are engaged in the trade of weapons or beer, which are considered the most traded goods among the population. And when there is a chance to succeed in business, you need to be on your guard, because competitors are just waiting to destroy you ...

Klondike and Hop are terribly lucky: they find a part of the map on which the location of minerals is marked. But big luck often comes with big problems. For such information, they can be killed at any time ...

short summer

The borderland is a small part of the world that is in conditions of eternal cold. But even the cold coming from the North cannot completely reshape the laws of nature. Summer, very short and not hot, finally comes in Fort. Nikolai Gordeev and Vyacheslav Khmelev have their own goals that they would like to achieve this summer.

One shows an unprecedented interest in the mysterious lake in the northwest, and the other is going to put things in order. But accidents ... they always haunt at the most inopportune moment. And soon the plans of the main characters are crumbling in the bud ...

By the Great River

At the Great River. hike

Borderland is a world of technomagic, which appeared as a result of a collision of 2 realities - our world and the magical one.

Main character- the witcher Alexander Volkov - was heading home after the successful completion of a serious mission. But he could not note this: he witnessed the confrontation between the sorceress and strange creatures. Volkov could not leave the lady alone in such trouble ...

Soon he finds out that she is hunting for the sorcerer Pantelei, for whose head a reward has been announced. Therefore, Volkov decides to keep the sorceress company in this difficult matter.

At the Great River. Battle

Because of the catastrophe, part of our familiar world, including a number of large Russian cities, ended up in another - the Middle Ages with its wizards, vampires, demons and other strange creatures.

The main character is Alexander Volkov, a free hunter for such creatures. He meets the young sorceress Masha, who is trying to find her sister and her enemy, the powerful magician Panteley. Volkov decides to join the girl to help her find a dangerous mage...

The land of superfluous

The land of the superfluous. Exodus

Several decades ago, scientists managed to discover a portal to another world. In terms of climate, it is similar to our planet, but not a single intelligent creature lives in it, and the flora and fauna differ significantly from that studied by people. Over time, the inhabitants of the Earth begin to develop new lands and create their own society there.

The main character, Andrey Yartsev, a wealthy entrepreneur, a participant in the Afghan war, and just a reasonable man who has always been popular with the ladies, decides to go to this world. But what will this accomplished person do in the New World and why is he in a hurry to get there? The reason is simple - because of the difficulties in business, he found himself in an unsolvable situation. It remains for him to either kill his enemies or hide ...

The land of the superfluous. New life

Andrey Yartsev turned out to be “superfluous” in the familiar world: there were difficulties with business, he never started a family, nothing keeps him here. Being at the bottom, he receives a strange offer - with the help of a portal accidentally discovered by scientists, move to another world so that you can start all over again ...

Thanks to the excellent possession of small arms, Andrei in the new world becomes an employee of the local analogue of the special services. Missions in hot spots, a wonderful arsenal of weapons, brave combat comrades-in-arms and amazingly beautiful girls. What more could a 40-year-old ex-businessman want? In the new world - on the Earth of the superfluous, he suddenly began to feel like himself ...

The land of the superfluous. For your friends

The time has come for the main final battle for Andrey Yartsev, a hitman from the familiar world. He finds himself on an extra island of the mysterious Order, hidden for the vast majority of the inhabitants of the Earth.

But at the most crucial moment there is a blow to the air defense system. And now a plane with desperate Russian special forces is already flying to help. For each - a hundred opponents. And each is ready to give his life for another ...

However, the special squad does not suspect that the real goal of the attack is not to capture the island at all ...

Age of the Dead

Age of the Dead. Start

The world was struck by a terrible virus that turns people into bloodthirsty zombies. Civilization is destroyed - everywhere devastation, confusion and death. The heads of state in a panic abandoned those whom they swore to protect from any catastrophes ...

Those who still remember the meanings of the words honor and courage stand up to protect the surviving population. The military go ahead through the hordes of the walking dead so that this world can still have hope for salvation ...

Age of the Dead. Moscow

After a terrible virus that turns people into zombies began to spread throughout the Russian capital, its appearance has changed dramatically. Everything has become different. Life has become a real hell.

But the most unpleasant surprise was how familiar people behaved in the new realities. No one suspected that the bandits would do good deeds, a modest programmer would become a true hero, and a sniper would wake up in an ordinary office worker. And someone, on the contrary, will amaze everyone with his cowardice and greed ...

Age of the Dead. Breakthrough

"The Age of the Dead. Breakthrough” is the last part of the trilogy about the wanderings of Sergei Kramtsov and his combat comrades-in-arms.

A zombie apocalypse has begun around, the familiar world has been destroyed, but for Sergey, a matter of honor is above all. He is obliged to fulfill the promise he made to Professor Degtyarev. And so, together with his comrades, he decides to go on a dangerous journey to the hidden city of Gorky-16. They will have to meet face to face not only with bloodthirsty mutants, but also with people who, in the new realities, have become even more terrible than zombies...

On the threshold of darkness

On the threshold of darkness

Having moved out of town, they suddenly realized that their house is not an apartment in the city. Here, heating must be dealt with, and firewood, and a generator in case of a power outage. All this was available, but the generator suddenly broke down. The wife barely persuaded her husband to go see what happened, fix it, if possible. Without much desire, he trudged into the barn, but then something inexplicable began to happen.

The light went out, the man was in complete darkness. An unpleasant chill went down my spine, like from an open refrigerator. Having slightly opened the front door, the man saw that there was no house, village, road around. Nothing else but waist-deep thick grass. What happened? He closed the door, hoping that everything would return as it was. But nothing came back. The grass is still around...

Doors in the Dark

Once in the world of Darkness, the most important thing is not to lose hope.

Vladimir Biryukov swore to himself that he would find a way to his native world and get out of this endless darkness. However, in the process of searching, he unexpectedly stirred up a hornet's nest. Now it will become much more difficult to look for a way back: you have to look around endlessly and escape from those who follow on your heels. But Biryukov is not a coward, and besides, next to him are those who you can rely on: a devoted partner Fedor and a beloved girl Nastya ...

Near Darkness. Stranger

Vladimir Biryukov will do anything to save his beloved. In search of Nastya, he goes into the darkness and ... finds himself in a different world. This time, he was transferred to the United States of America after an epidemic occurred.

Almost the entire population has died from an unknown disease, and the entire area is covered with snow. This world is now divided into Light and Darkness, into Friends and Aliens. The hero now needs to make his way through the fragments of the former civilization in order to achieve his goal. What challenges will he face along the way?

Wanderer

One of the books in the fantasy series "On the Threshold of Darkness" is a wandering in parallel worlds against the backdrop of major changes. Darkness covers the universe. Enclaves are organized in the worlds. Ours turn into strangers. It is impossible to know exactly who is friend and who is foe. Fighting happens here and there.

Regular clashes end with a brief truce, and then flare up again. Heroes move through the universe, discovering new worlds. They want to learn how to manage the process in order to hide from the hunters and find salvation in a new place. Who can survive in this war with Darkness? Who will be the savior?...

Wanderers

Wanderers is the 5th novel in the "On the Threshold of Darkness" series, which continues the story of 2 lovers who are now being hunted. The goal of the enemy is to get their knowledge, thanks to which many things can be changed in the world. And, of course, for the worse!

Therefore, the main character is faced with a difficult task: not to allow the supporters of the Black Way to destroy everything around, to save himself and his beloved.

Bandit

In the center of the plot is Vladimir Biryukov, a wanderer who finds himself in another world when his prototype dies. It is transferred to reality, where the dashing 90s are in full swing.

His prototype is a serious bandit who was killed by competitors. This means that the life of Biryukov himself is in danger.

The main character needs to understand the past of his prototype, make friends, defeat opponents and try to get out of this terrible place.

World of the Citadel

Everything is completely different here. Apparently because this world did not die, but rather, on the contrary, was reborn and opened the doors to all those who “fell through” here. Vladimir and Nastya felt this at the very first moment.

And immediately there was a hope that it could become the last station of their endless route, a home, after all. But even here the war again intervenes in their peace plans. On the this moment still local, controlled by the Citadel, mysterious and inaccessible, leading everything in this world. But who knows what awaits those who are not accustomed to blindly believe and follow the established rules, but go their own way? Who is able to pay for their actions and their independence?

I! I'm going! Home!

I'm driving home!

The protagonist of the book travels to the American state of Arizona in order to enrich himself. At home, in the Russian capital, his beloved wife was waiting for him. And everything was going well, if one day the call from the homeland did not sound. Some riots began in Moscow, people rush at each other, some kind of madness happens everywhere, but no one can really explain what exactly is happening ...

Soon the same thing will happen in America.

The protagonist, sensing something was wrong, quits his job and in a hurry books tickets home. But he fails to fly away - all flights are canceled, the unrest only intensifies ...

In a hurry, armed with an arsenal, he decides to go on a long and dangerous journey. After all, he must find and save his wife ...

From foreign shores

Such a trip cannot be called fun and enjoyable: not a tour of America, but a risky quest. But how could it be otherwise in the conditions of the coming apocalypse, when zombies appeared around?

While someone is quietly hiding in bunkers and dungeons, the main character, along with his combat comrades-in-arms, bravely fights off mutants and zombies and hurriedly moves forward. After all, he is motivated by one goal: he must return home, to where his beloved remained ...

Those who survived

Andrey Melnikov has almost achieved his goal of saving his wife from the epicenter of the zombie apocalypse. He was able to get to Russia, after all the difficulties and fights with the walking dead, his health was shaken. But he keeps moving forward. He can't stop. He's heading home.

The world is slowly starting to come around. People adapt, and although zombies have become smarter, they are still inferior to people who have machine guns.

Now humanity has a different task. Start all over again. And Andrei is one of those who will rebuild this new world. The world after the apocalypse...

New fantastic action movie (Eksmo)

The land of the superfluous. two tickets there

This is a new world with old habits. So immediately revealed its essence Vaganov Alexei Semenovich, better known as the thief in law Vagon, as well as my reason to be here.

I, police major Andrey Novikov, as usual tried to catch the criminal, but in the end I got ... God knows where! To whom you tell, they will not believe in life. It is already impossible to tell the truth to any of those who remained behind the “ribbon”. Because the way here is a one-way ticket. More precisely, 2 tickets, because, I understand, to master new life Wagon and I will have to go together. And this means that peace is not to be expected. From now on and forever...

The land of the superfluous. businessman

Winning the battle does not mean winning the war. Yes, Alexander Barinov, a migrant to Novaya Zemlya, a quite successful businessman and part-time fighter of the invisible front, succeeds in repelling the attack of a gang of Albanians.

But no one will guarantee that now he will have a quiet existence for the rest of his life, especially to someone who likes to control the situation and rely only on himself in any business? ...

The land of the superfluous. The escape

In the New World, everyone is waiting for life from scratch. Here will appear new job, and other perspectives, and new people in your destiny! Yes, yes ... Perhaps the children of your children will really begin to live such a new life.

But there is still baggage from the past behind every person who arrives here, so there is no clean, unstained slate. And fate once again turns out to be on the side of the one who is able to hold a weapon in his hands and shoot quickly and accurately. And new prospects will go to those who can stay alive and prove their right to this better life...

Art Deco. My own game

If, after the attack on the Cairo diamond auction, I decided to break with the past, this does not mean at all that the past agreed to forget about me. Therefore, now, after a year, I, a completely successful and completely legitimate entrepreneur, will once again have to look around and always remember the “savage” in my shoulder holster.

But I don't like this life. I have plans for a bright future, and this dark past darkens them greatly. Consequently, there is only one solution - it is necessary to make sure that no one else can recall this very past. Or, another option, to organize big problems for someone, so that for a very long time, and preferably forever, they were not up to me ...

After

The novel takes place in 1999. 15 years after the world was destroyed due to nuclear war. There is almost nothing left of the country. All big cities and industrial centers look like ruins. The remnants of the central government are not able to maintain order in such a large area.

Now safety is a personal issue and the responsibility of those who managed to survive. But everyone was saved differently. Someone joined forces with others, and someone survived at the expense of others, becoming a dangerous predator. And there are people who have dedicated themselves to confronting and destroying these predators. They will go to any lengths so that humanity has a chance to build a peaceful life...

Art Deco

A restless adventurer and super class burglar shows up in Cairo with a clear purpose. He intends to steal priceless diamonds - the main lot of the future auction.

But the pebbles are not so easy to pick up, because they are not just decorations, but also legendary artifacts. The main character will have to use all his skills and connections in order to be the first to discover the desired diamonds and not be in the hands of the FBI agents and the Sicilian mafia.

Wind over the islands

Wind over the islands

Alexey comes to with a wound on his head among a huge mountain of dead bodies. It feels like a brutal battle took place here. And no one else alive around.

How should he be? Where to go? He got the impression that he was in the distant past ... Fortunately, he is soon discovered by a little girl, who in the future will become his guide in this new world. And he, in turn, will be her protector, because in this battle her father died. Together with the girl, Alexey decides to start a new life full of heroic deeds, adventures and battles...

A storm is coming

To make the world a better place, surround yourself with true friends, have courage and patience, courage and generosity. Now, when everything is prepared, you can go towards dangerous adventures, big battles with pirates and unexplored secrets of the sea.

The heroes of the novel are the embodiment of nobility, courage and fearlessness. They have to go through severe trials, battles with enemies and fierce battles. But this story has a happy ending. After all, the world will perish without devoted defenders, noble goals and faith in goodness.

Lower level

Lower level

Panama is not paradise at all. Among other things, Panama is a country of high fences. After all, most of its population has something to hide. So, there will always be work for security specialists. And, as a rule, these are retired policemen or military men. Among them there are even representatives of such a rare nationality for Latin America as Russians.

Sergey Rudnev likes to do his job as well as possible. A clearly defined scope of duties, a clear vision of what dangers may threaten the client - there is no place for mysticism. However, what to do when mysticism itself interferes in your life and only one episode from the past can open the gates of hell. Gates from which otherworldly cold is about to burst into the tropical climate. What should Rudnev do in such a situation?

Lower level - 2

The new book tells about one-story America and its inhabitants. Sergei Rudnev, after dangerous wanderings and affairs in Panama, ends up in Arizona, where he will have to wage war against the real underworld and its main business - drug trafficking. In the wrong side of the world live those who put death on the stream and trade in the most impartial deeds ...

The main character is a real ace in his field. He is smart, brave and experienced. His life is like an endless adventure. He the best solution to resist fatal evil. He doesn't have time to think. He needs to act swiftly, hastily and take the enemy by surprise ....

No series

Outlaw

A series of strange fragments of memory, memories of the trial, doubts about the choice between prison and exile ...

How did the main character end up in hard labor? Was a person imprisoned for someone who was not involved in crimes? Although at the moment it is much more important to remember your name ... Peter? Or maybe Pete?

An exciting story about the fate of a prisoner who is trying to find out the details of his past and survive in harsh and merciless conditions. Perhaps the prisoner ended up in another dimension altogether, although the surrounding nature is very similar to Montana and Southern Siberia.

survivalist

The main character of the novel "The Survivor" is Denis Maximov. He is able to survive in any conditions. Excellent combat training, skills in working with any weapon, excellent reaction and ingenuity - these are the most necessary skills in order to get out alive from any difficult situation.

But the world has gone mad. The main character is in Spain, and his relatives are scattered across different cities of the planet. And they are in mortal danger. Denis will have to seriously try to overcome the armies of people who were once distraught, as well as adapt to new realities in a changed world...

Reiter

In the past, the centurion Arvin had everything: a family, loyal comrades, his own home, prospects. But when Prince Orbel of Wallachia decided that free people could be dangerous, he orders the destruction of all the peoples who lived on the border with the steppe.

No one survived except Arvin. And now his main goal in life is revenge. He will do anything, even forget all the moral norms that he once honored in order to take revenge on those who took away his loved ones and relatives...

- How even? I paused, looking at him. - Okay, I promised about the face.

“Don’t think badly, we didn’t look for compromising evidence, money or valuables,” he raised his hands in a “surrender” gesture. “We didn’t even dig anywhere. They came in, looked and left, did not touch anything. We just looked at the books on the shelves, the movie CDs, the furnishings.

“And…?” I prompted him to continue.

Let him speak out, he's tired of his dramatic pauses.

“Semyon Borisovich has strengthened his opinion,” Zimin said. - A man with money, and minimal furniture, from Ikea, he brought it himself, he assembled it himself. Moreover, the selection is as follows: it is convenient to watch a movie, sit at a computer, listen to music and sleep with a woman. And that's it. No attempts to impress, no secular tricks to arrange. And the size of the apartment is not for receptions ... the place is good, but the apartment is for one, with no prospects for an increase in population. Not small, but not big either. Not mansions.

Pretty accurate description, you can't say otherwise.

“More like a lair,” I chuckled. - And it doesn't take long to clean up.

“And the visiting maid?” Inexpensive for you after all, in recent times? he asked.

I don't like strangers at home. Berloga though.

- Exactly! He even slammed his hand on the table. - What car do you have? "Forester" with a turbine?

- He is. Two and a half liters.

Zimin fell silent - a waiter came up to the table with a tray. Silently arranged the plates, then wished a pleasant appetite and left. Zimin called out to him:

- We still have a jug of beer!

The waiter nodded and walked towards the bar.

- So, about the car ... People with your means drive a car more expensive, more impressive. To prove something to those around her. And you have another - fast and for all occasions. Not cheap, but not expensive either. And in the mud, and in the snow, to work and fishing. It also looks like the car is “just in case”, like your shooting in Kubinka. The only thing that surprised me personally, did not fit in, is that your costumes are expensive. Made in London, by real tailors, on some street, I forgot which one…

— Saville Row.

“Yes, yes,” he nodded. - On this one. But our psychoanalyst said that this is from the desire for goodness and quality, and not only in his appearance. It would be for show - you would wear Armani. Otherwise, you are just thorough - a very common trait for shooters, in his words. He just wrote a dissertation about something like that. And your watch with shoes is expensive, but this is from the rule that you can be dressed as you like, but it is the watch and shoes that will betray you as a wealthy person. And that's how you disguise yourself.

I hadn't thought about this before. All the lack of time was introspection to do. And here's how they laid it out: all the underlying desires were pulled into the light, one might say.

“Perhaps,” I shrugged. - This is necessary for work. And why is it all that you told me here?

- Why ... - Zimin thought. - Now I'll tell you why. Have you ever really wanted to give up all this hectic life and go somewhere to hell, to islands in the ocean or, say, to the same Wild West? I have already expressed my opinion, now I would like to hear from you.

I took a sip from the mug, put it on the table, twisted it. I thought, then said:

- Let's admit it.

- What exactly is "allowed"? - he asked. - Tell me straight, please. It is important that you say it out loud, not to be forced to interpret your answers.

“I would like to, if there was such an opportunity,” I answered slowly, almost in syllables.

- There is a possibility. I'm serious! I’m not twelve years old to joke such jokes here,” Zimin added, seeing my sly grin.

“Tell me,” I waved my hand.

- I will now outline the idea itself to you, then you can ask me any questions. I will answer many of them, I will not be able to answer some of them, I have no right to answer some. Deal?

He looked really serious. Weird.

“Go on,” I sighed.

Zimin once again paid tribute to beer and spoke:

“I am, with your permission, a recruiter. I work for some serious international organization, the name and goals of which you do not need to know, and this does not affect anything. Commercial organization, fund. The organization is looking for people like you: energetic, who want to make a big change in their lives for one reason or another. You have a desire, there are reasons, and there is a problem that will still force you to change it, but in a less orderly way.

- Why do you need it? I clarified.

“I'm a recruiter, as I said,” he repeated. - I make a living.

A worthy motive, who would argue.

– And how do your partners and my investors fit together?

Zimin chuckled.

- Partner-creditors have already gorged themselves, there is nowhere else to go. Therefore, they do not match. They are crooks, and I'm not even interested in worrying about them at all: They jump sooner or later, ruining the greed of the fraers. Personally, I like you, and since I can make money on you, I'd rather throw those partners away and help you.

- How exactly? I clarified. - How exactly do you make money? And how can you help?

The waiter brought a pitcher of beer and placed it in front of us. No one touched the jug, I silently looked at Zimin.

“You have some valuables left,” he said. - Your apartment is quite expensive, for such and such an area. We figured, the market price of it now is about six hundred and fifty thousand dollars. You know the market, tell me - is it so?

Zimin pulled out a plump brown leather briefcase from under his chair and opened it. He pulled out a flat package of brown paper, rewound with tape, put it in front of him, pressing it to the table with his hands.

Cruz Andrew:

Land of the people

38th day 2 months 23 years, Monday. Sovereign Territory of Texas, Alamo 16.00.

The roads are already dry. The last more or less heavy rain sprinkled about a week ago, and now the dry season has begun and the arrival of real heat is just around the corner. For now, it's just warm. And good. No, really good, because everything around seemed to be reborn. The savannah, faded to yellowness, turned green, filled with juices, and huge herds of antelope and stags fed on lush grasses, it was as if there was no crowding from birds in the sky - everyone rejoiced at the end of the rainy season, and with it - the next annual cycle.

Not only animals, but also people rejoiced at the approach of the new summer. Summer? That's right, because there are only two seasons here - a long summer and a rainy season, which is much shorter than this summer. True, all this season it pours from heaven so that there is enough water for the savannah for the whole year. Therefore, it remains a savannah, and does not turn into a desert.

Puddles quickly disappeared from the streets of the town, not yet paved, but covered with a layer of rolled clay mixed with gravel, the housewives again began to clean up the courtyards, and the river, which had overflowed and violently carried its waters towards the Gulf, gradually began to return to its usual banks. The windows of the houses were flung open, and the glass that protected from rain and wind was replaced by a mosquito net. People fussed in the yards, children played in the streets, rejoicing at the opportunity to do this without raincoats, verandas opened at cafes and bars, and tables and chairs were exposed under awnings.

The first convoy arrived at the Alamo today. The first is in the sense from the beginning of the rains, because in the rains no one goes anywhere, except perhaps from home to a bar. And then a dozen trucks, accompanied by just one Humvee with a machine gun, rolled up from Waco, the capital of the Sovereign Territory of Texas. They didn’t bring anything that was especially necessary and urgent, but ... all the same, the goods. All the same, life, until then frozen and closed within the framework of a small town, albeit a pretty one, has again pushed its limits.

The convoy site was clearly visible from the window of Dr. Martinez's waiting room, and Bonita and I stood near him, embracing, watching the drivers get out of the cabs of the cars, how they embrace, slapping each other on the back, with those who meet them. Well, it's almost like a holiday.

The waiting room was quiet, cool, the round clock on the wall ticking barely audibly, counting the seconds. A palm tree in a tub in the corner, a rack of magazines, bright sofas, a water cooler.

“Look, Joe,” Bonita said, pointing her finger.

A dirty-green Chevrolet pickup truck with powerful wheels pulled up to the convoy, the driver's door swung open and out got out Joe - our friend, business partner, and just a colleague. Tall, short-haired, in light khaki trousers and a black T-shirt. One of those who came with the escort approached him, they started talking, not forgetting to pat each other on the back.

“He was waiting for some spare parts so that he could not sleep, it seems,” I replied.

Joe's companion pulled back the canopy flap on the truck, climbed in, and began handing out heavy-looking cardboard boxes that Joe was packing into the pickup truck.

Will you sleep peacefully now?

- Maybe.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer to me. The door opened behind him, and the voice of Dr. Martinez's nurse, Hazel, a tall, skinny blonde, invited Bonita to enter. And I remained waiting in the waiting room, sitting on the sofa and taking a book out of my bag. I don't think it will take five minutes. You could go for a walk, talk to the same Joe, but what if you need me for some reason?

The door was thick and no sound came from behind it. I read badly because of excitement, all the time I caught myself reading each paragraph two or three times, and still I don’t remember what it was about. Closing the book, he stood at the window, looking at the bustle of the convoy. Joe was gone, but there were many other familiar faces, and I played a game with myself for several minutes, trying to guess who was doing what. Gradually the crowd dissipated, the trucks dispersed to whoever needed them, only a few people remained, walking on foot to Jimmy's - the nearest bar. To wash, you see, "the arrival of spring."

Yes, now life will revive again, otherwise the Alamo went into hibernation during the rainy season. It was not so bad, to be honest, I had a great rest after all the events of the last hot season, which turned out to be really hot for me, so that it didn’t take long to bake. But everything ended well, and the forced home neighborliness only led to the fact that now the soul was thirsty for activity. Yes, and there were enough plans for this season, it’s even scary to look into their list.

To begin with, I need to drive to the checkpoint, just with the first passing convoy. Since I am a "servant of two masters," I will also have to settle these same plans both with one boss and with the second. And given that the relationship between these "gentlemen" is complex, it will also not be easy to shake things up. And most importantly, the fact that I am sitting between two chairs, my superiors on both sides are satisfied. They seem to think that this state of affairs will avoid conflicts where they can be avoided. Not without meaning, but the risks for me and my team from this increase. It is clear that our work is such that there is no risk, but we would like to minimize it as much as possible. After all, I'm married and I have someone to live for.

Yes, in the rainy season we registered a marriage, that is, we still got married. Went to Reverend Quimby and "signed", calling Joe and his daughter JJ as witnesses. Not according to a church ritual, but according to a civil one, but this is also considered here. And we are still not quite local here, so the reverend was sympathetic. So my relationship with Bonita is now absolutely legal, and from the duties of a spouse, whatever they may be, I can no longer get away.

The door behind him swung open and Maria Pilar Rodriguez, aka Bonita, materialized in the waiting room, looking mysterious and obviously pleased.

She raised her right hand and showed four fingers.

- Four weeks.

- Golden! I spread out my arms for a hug. - Give me a hug! When will we find out the gender?

The doctor who appeared after Bonita answered - a short, overweight Mexican, who, however, grew up in the state of New Mexico and received his medical degree from Arizona State University:

“We have to wait until about the twenty-third week. Will you bear it?

“Doc, where am I going?” I turned to him, continuing to hug Bonita, who had already begun to struggle. – Are there other options?

He just spread his hands. And there is no judgment. Yes, I don't care, to be honest, whoever it is. He lived to the age of forty-one, and all of them were bachelors and without children. For me, it’s already a critical time, later it’s impossible. Here's how to figure out if you're taking your child to school. Everyone's fathers are like fathers, but yours is an old fart. He, you know, lived for himself, and in his old age he realized that he wanted children.

- Are you happy? – demandingly asked Maria Pilar all the same escaping.

Instead of answering, I pulled her into my arms again.