The machine gun spewed dazzling flames, and the deafening sound of fire suddenly rang out, and a lamp ten meters away was shattered, and on top of the lamp, something made a sharp scream.

The hoarse man said, "Looks like we hit him." Okay, let me take a look at it with some light...... There, lying there, it's over, parasite! ”

But if you listen closely, you can hear a human-like voice, deep, pulling a long tone, moaning all the time. groaning, which made Su Mengfan nervous.

When he proposed to end the monster's suffering, the others replied, "If you want, then go and kill it." We're not a shooting range, dude, we're going to save every bullet. ”

Mark got off work and walked to the fire with Su Mengfan.

Mark lit a cigarette from the flames on the fire, and Su Mengfan began to listen to him: "Look, Reka told us about the Krishnaists yesterday,"

A burly man with a low forehead and a thick neck said in a deep voice, "They are at {October Square Station} and want to enter the Kurchatov Institute and blow up the nuclear reactor.

They said it was a warning to everyone, but they hadn't organized it together yet.

Well, it reminds me of something that happened to me four years ago.

At that time, I went straight through Savjolovskaya. One day, I was going to Bellerus station (another Moscow metro line).

My point of contact was at {Norfoss Lobod Station}, so I went straight through Lufthansa.

Then I got to [Bellerus Station} and quickly found the guy I was going to meet, took care of it, and I thought we should have a drink to celebrate.

Hearing my thoughts, he told me that I better be careful, for drunks often disappear around here for no apparent reason.

I said, 'Let me rest for a moment, I don't want to hear you say no.' ’

In the end, he and I finished off a bottle of wine.

The last thing I remember is when he crawls around on all fours, crying: 'I'm Moonrover No. 1, I'm a Moonwalker!' ’

When I woke up—O Virgin Mary! - found himself tied up with a big flower, his mouth gagged with something, his hair shaved, and lying in some kind of closet, most likely the kind used by the police department.

I said to myself, this is terrible.

Half an hour later, some demons came in, grabbed the skin around my neck and dragged me down the hall.

I don't know where I am.

All the labels with the names of the places were torn off, the walls were painted with something, the floors were covered with blood, the fire was burning, the whole station was almost three feet into the ground, they dug a deep pit, not 30 meters but at least 20 meters deep.

There are star-shaped things drawn on the floor and on the ceiling, all with simple lines, you know, like a child.

Yes, I was confused, I was caught by the Red Army?

Then I turned my head - there was a noise.

They took me to the other side of the pit, lowered a rope, and used a punch. The spear stabbed me and made me climb down on my own.

I looked inside—there were a lot of people down there, using scrap metal and shovels to dig the hole deeper. The dirt was lifted up in a winch, piled into a wagon, and pushed elsewhere.

Yes, as long as these come with a rush. The guys with the spears are here - these crazy people, they have tattoos all over their bodies from head to toe - like some kind of criminal organization, I don't have anything to do.

Probably I've arrived at the camp. It's like these guys are digging tunnels out and they're trying to escape. And these hooligans are the hired hands of the authorities. ”

"But then I realized: that's. Which subway station will be without police?

I told them that I was afraid of heights, that I would fall down immediately, that it would be of little use to them.

They discussed it for a while and asked me to do the work of loading the truck with dirt that was brought up from below.

Those scumbags slapped me and locked me up in handcuffs so they still expected me to pull the cart for them?

Bah!

But I still can't figure out what they're doing. It wasn't an easy job anyway, but I'm lucky,"

"But there are weaker creatures out there, and if someone falls, the bald heads will drag him out of the dirt and to the side of the stairs.

I passed by the stairs and took a look.

They placed a man on the side of the stairs, a real fool, like the one who used to stand on Red Square, who cut off the heads of the people he dragged away, and who held an axe of just the right size.

Blood flowed all over the ground, and the severed head was pierced on a pole.

I almost threw up.

I thought, no, I have to get out of this place before they kill me like a brute and leave me here. ”

"Okay, who is that person?" The burly man sitting next to the searchlight interrupted acutely.

"I asked the people who were in the car with me. And guess who? Satan! Guessed it?

They say that the end of the world has come, and the subway is the gate to hell. Then they said something about a circle or something, I don't remember either. ”

"It's the way, not the gate." The gunner corrected him.

"So, the subway is the way to hell, and hell itself is a little deeper. The demons, you know, are waiting for them right there – they just want to get close to the demons.

So, they keep digging. It's been four years now. Perhaps they have achieved their goal. ”

"So, where is it?" The gunner asked.

"I don't know! God, I don't know. Of course, I finally managed to get out of there: I took advantage of the guard's lack of attention, hurriedly hid in the van, and removed some dirt from myself.

I felt like I had been moving forward along a certain place for a long time.

Then, they poured out the contents of the wagon from a very high place.

I was knocked unconscious, woke up again, crawled forward, and finally crawled out of an unknown track, and continued on, and kept crawling.

But these tracks kept intersecting with other tracks, and I lost my bearings.

Later, someone took me away, and when I woke up, I was already at the Dubrovka Theater, understand?

The man who took me away is gone, what a good man. And I, I've been thinking, where am I ......"

Then, they talked about rumors of an unknown infectious disease breaking out in Piazza Ilyich and {Rome Station}, which had caused many deaths, but Su Mengfan didn't listen to it anymore.

The subway was a gateway to hell, perhaps even the outer circle of hell, and this thought fascinated him, and a strange sight appeared before his eyes:

Hundreds of people kept running like ants, digging endlessly with their hands, starting from a point where they didn't know where they would go after digging down.

Until one day, the scrap metal in the hands of one of them passed through the land unbelievably and there was nowhere to dig anymore.

Eventually, hell and the subway merged.