After a while, they stopped at the entrance to the stacked office facility.

The door had been knocked down, but a guard was standing outside.

Su Mengfan guessed that the authorities did it.

The clean-shaven elder with well-groomed hair comes out to meet the stealth hero.

He was wearing the old blue uniform of a subway worker, which had faded after many years of washing, but was still clean.

Apparently he had taken good care of himself, and the man saluted Olmedo.

For some reason he only put two fingers on his forehead, and not as attentively as the patrolmen, but it was funny, and he squinted mockingly.

He said in a friendly, deep voice, "Good day."

The stealth hero replied, "Good day, sir."

He smiled, and ten minutes later they sat in the warm room drinking the rest of the mushroom tea.

This time instead of letting him stay outside, as he thought, they allowed him to join in the discussion of serious matters.

Unfortunately, he didn't know anything about the conversation between the stealth hero and the station master, who Olmedo called the station master Arkadiye Semenovich.

At first Olmedo asked about Bonnsay, and then he began to ask if anything had changed in the tunnel.

The stationmaster reported that Bonzaj had left for personal business, but would be back soon, and that he suggested waiting for him.

Then they discussed the details of a certain agreement in depth, so that Su Mengfan soon lost the clue to the conversation completely.

He just sat there, sipping hot tea, the aroma of mushrooms reminded him of the All-Russian Exhibition Hall, and he looked around.

Kievsky station has preserved history noticeably better: worn blankets are hung on the walls of the room, and the design on the blankets has been preserved.

In several places, the blankets next to each other had been at the tunnel junctions, and pencil sketches in large gilded frames hung from them, and the table next to their seat looked like an antique.

Su Mengfan couldn't imagine how many stealth heroes would be needed to move it out of someone's vacant apartment, and how much the station's original owner would have paid.

On one of the walls hung a saber, which had turned dark over time, and against the side was a prehistoric pistol, which was no longer suitable for shooting.

In the far part of the room sat a large white skull in the closet, but it was not known who the owner was.

Arkadiye Semenovich shook his head, "There is indeed nothing in these tunnels. We kept watching, so people were still calm.

You've been there yourself, and you know very well that both lines are blocked from the station for about three hundred meters and no one can show up."

Olmedo frowned, "But someone is missing, right?"

The station master agreed, "Someone is going missing."

He moved his hand to the stairs and continued, "I just don't know where they're going, I thought they ran away, we don't have any cordons in the passageway, and it's the whole city, and they can go wherever they want."

You can go to the Moscow Metro Line 5 or to the Ferif station. They said Lufthansa was now releasing people outside our station."

The stealth hero asked, "But what are they afraid of?"

Arkadiye Semenovich gestured helplessly: "What are you afraid of? If you're afraid that someone will go missing, you can look around."

Olmedo said suspiciously, "It's strange, you know, we're going to see the guard while we wait for Tregak, just to get to know him. Otherwise, they'll be worried about Smolink."

The stationmaster nodded, "I understand, okay, you guys now go to the third tent, where Anton lives. He's the commander of the next shift, tell him I've sent you."

The tent with the number "" sprayed was very noisy.

Two friends about ten years old play with automatic weapon shells on the floor.

Next to her sat a young girl, who was looking with wide eyes and curiosity

Her brothers did not participate in the game.

A middle-aged woman in an apron is cutting a food for dinner.

It's cozy and the pleasant smell of home fills the air. The woman smiled kindly and said, "Anton is out, sit down and wait for him."

The children began to look at them warily, and then one of them walked over to Su Mengfan.

He asked, "Do you have a bullet casing?" And looked at him gloomily.

The woman said sternly, "Oleg, don't ask for it quickly." She didn't stop what she was doing.

To Su Mengfan's surprise, Olmedo put his hand in his pants pocket and found several unusual rectangular bullet casings, which were not Kalashnikov bullets.

The stealth hero clenched them into his fist and jingled like a child's toy, and he handed the baby to the child.

The child's eyes lit up immediately, but he did not have the courage to accept the gift.

The stealthy hero slams the bullet casing into the child's outstretched palm.

The boy cried out happily, "Now I'm going to win!" Look how big it is! He's going to be Spateznaz!"

Su Mengfan saw that the bullet casings they were playing with were arranged in two equal rows, which were to represent the tin soldiers.

He himself used to play like that, but he was lucky that, despite all the collections, he still kept real little pewter soldiers.

While the battle was raging on the ground, the children's father entered the tent.

He was a thin, short man with damp dark blonde hair.

Seeing strangers, he nodded to them quietly, and without speaking, he stared intently at Olmedo.

The second boy nagged, "Daddy, Daddy, did you bring us some more shells?" Oleg has more now, and they gave him some long!" He tugged at his father's trouser leg.

The stealth hero explains, "We're here from the authorities, and we're going to be on duty with you inside the tunnels, like reinforcements."

The owner of the tent whispered, "More reinforcements are out of the question." But the lines on his face began to unfold.

He pointed to the padded sack used as a chair in his home and said, "My name is Anton. Let's have a bite to eat and go, let's sit down."

Despite the guest's prevarication, the two of them picked up the steaming bowl containing tubers that Su Mengfan was unfamiliar with.

He looked at the stealth hero suspiciously, and the stealth hero confidently forked a piece of it with his fork and put it in his mouth, and began to chew.

He looked like he was very satisfied with eating, which gave Su Mengfan a kind of courage.

The tubers didn't taste like mushrooms, they were sweet and a little fatty, and it only took him a few minutes to finish the contents of the bowl.

At first, Su Mengfan wanted to ask them what they were eating, but then he thought that he had better not know.

They are delicious.

Some locals believe that rat brains are delicious......