She was almost going to believe in Lemonid and his repentance, so was this going to hurt her again?

"Of all the things I say to you, one thing is true." "The disease is curable," he said. ”

"Got medicine?" Sasha is perked up and ready to be deceived again.

"Not medicine, not pills, not serum. There was an outbreak a few years ago at our Innovation Square station. ”

"Then why don't even the hunters know?!"

"The plague was gone, and the dermatosis disappeared on its own. _o_m These bacteria are particularly sensitive to radiation, how can the radiation react with them......"

"I think they will stop dividing, the contagion will stop, and even a small dose of radiation will work. This was discovered by accident, and here's how. ”

"Is this true?" Sasha grabbed his hand excitedly.

"Absolutely." He took her hand in his hand, "You can contact them and figure it out for yourself ......"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? How easy it is to do this! And how many people will die during this time......" She broke free of his hand and glared at him.

"In one day? Not necessarily...... I don't want you to be with a murderer who doesn't blink. He flickered, "I was going to tell you the truth from the beginning, but I wanted to trade this thing for you." ”

"Does anyone else know about this? Or are you alone? ”

"Maybe I'm the only one who knows about it, when I was punished by my father to go to the border to help, and I, who have nothing to do, can only find out the reason in this small process."

"You should trade me for someone else's life!" Sasha said viciously, "And this ...... How worthless it is! ”

"I want to trade my life." Lemonid raised an eyebrow.

"It's not up to you to decide! Get up! We should hurry back the way we came...... Before he got to Tula. Sasha pointed her finger at the dial, muttered to herself, counted the time, and said, "Ouch," "There are three hours left!" ”

"Why? Can I use the phone...... They would call the Hansa and explain everything. We don't have to run back on our own, and we may not be able to catch up with ......."

"No!" Sasha shook her head, "No! He won't believe it. He didn't want to believe that. I had to tell him personally, explain it to him......"

"And then?" Leonid was jealous, "and then will you be completely obedient to him for the sake of celebration?" ”

"Is there anything wrong with you?" She replied rudely, but according to her nature in control of a man in love, she added softly, "I don't need anything from him, but now I can't do without you." ”

"You've learned to lie with me......" Lemonid smiled sourly, "forget it." He sighed in despair, "Let's go." ”

Half an hour later they arrived at the stadium station, the guards at the sentry had been replaced by a new group, and Leonid had to explain to them again how the girl had crossed the border of the red line without a passport.

Sasha didn't dare to look up at the guards, fearing that her hurried eyes would be seen by the guards that something was wrong, so she could only keep her head down and let Lemonid explain to the guards.

Sasha looked nervously at her watch, and Lemonid looked at her, very visibly as he swayed and argued with himself.

Frail recruits on the platform are loading bundles of goods onto stinking railcars, tipsy craftsmen are concentrating on mending broken containers, and uniformed children learn songs that don't belong to children.

For the second time in five minutes someone wanted to check Sasha and Leonid's papers, a routine check – when they had almost entered the tunnel to Frunze – the time was greatly delayed.

Time flies.

The girl wasn't even sure if there were two hours left, knowing that no one could stop the hunter.

The soldiers had already loaded their goods, and the rail cars started and began to accelerate, getting closer and closer to them.

Leonid made up his mind.

"I don't want to let you go," he said, "but I can't detain you." I wanted to come up with a way to get the best of both worlds, and we didn't.

You'll be late, and you won't have anything to worry about when you get there. ”

"But I know that even if I figured it out, you wouldn't be mine."

"Let me be honest, I have very shameless ways of seducing girls, but I'm tired of lying."

"I'm ashamed of myself when I'm with you."

"You choose, who you want to be with."

The musician snatched his magical passport from the calm patrolman, struck him in the jaw by surprise, knocking him to the ground, grabbed Sasha's hand, and together they rushed to the railcar, which happened to be parallel to them.

The bewildered driver looked back at them, but what he saw was the barrel of a revolver.

"Daddy is finally going to be proud of me now!" Leonid laughed, "Countless times I have heard him scold me, saying that everything I do is insignificant, and the flute that I use with my women will not be of any use!" ”

"I'm finally bloody like a real man, but he's not around! What a pity! Drive! He ordered the driver, whose hands were shaking.

At this moment, Lemonid felt that he was full of spirit, not only to face his heart formally, but also to have beautiful things that he had never had.

Despite the slow speed, the railcar obediently got on the road, roaring, and then plunged headlong into the endless darkness.

Leonid began to leave the luggage on the railcar, and with each package dropped, the sound of the engine became more powerful.

The front searchlights of the rail cars are not to be trusted, and the dim lights flicker and flicker, illuminating only a few meters in front of them.

With a scream that seemed to pierce the glass, a litter of rat cubs escaped from under the wheels, and the frightened inspectors hurriedly dodged away, and a hysterical siren sounded behind them.

The ribs on both sides of the tunnel are retreating faster and faster, and the musicians throw all the goods on the rail car.

They galloped past Frunze Station.

This caught the full-backs off guard, and they pounced like rats, but the rail car was already a few hundred meters away, and the Frunze station was already a thing of the past, like the stadium station. @*~~

"Let's get started!" Leonid shouted, "The main thing is to pass this downhill to the Loop!" There's a big level there...... They will try to catch us! Let's go straight down the line to the very center! ”

He knows what he's worried about:

From the side line to the red line, the searchlight of a heavy motorcycle pierced their eyes.

Their roads converged a few dozen paces away, and it was too late to brake.

The musician pressed the polished pedal to the lowest end, and Sasha's eyes narrowed.

Now, only the Prayer Fork can divide them in the direction they need, not let them collide with each other.

The roar of the machine guns rang out, and the bullets crackled, grazing her ears and flying past.

The smell of burning and the heat hit my face, and the roar of another engine burst out and then went out.

The two cars miraculously did not meet, and after Sasha's rail car passed the fork in the road, the heavy motorcycle flew off its own track in an instant, and now it is shaking and sliding towards the Cultural Park station, while the military heavy motorcycle is thrown in the opposite direction.

They had been given an advantageous distance enough to reach the nearest station.

But what about there?

This is just a little advantage, not enough to get the two out of the current embarrassing scene.

And now there is not much time, and the two of them can't help but hesitate.

The rail car slows down: the tunnel under the ramp begins to go uphill.

"The Cultural Park station is almost built above ground...... "the musician looked back at her and explained to her," and the Frunze station is located 50 meters underground...... Drive through this uphill and let's speed up again! ”

By the time they approached the Cultural Park station, they were already driving at full speed.

The station is ancient, proud, with very tall arches, half-dead, half-light, half-dark, almost uninhabited.

The siren cleared the throat that was tense because it was not used for many years.

, rang.

From behind the brick fortifications emerged several heads.

Behind them rang out the belated, feeble, but somewhat vicious gunfire.

"We're still alive!" The musician smiled and said, "Plus it's not bad luck......

A small spark erupted from the rear of the car in the darkness, and then the spark grew larger and larger, emitting a dazzling light, and followed by the railcar, which was the searchlight of the motorcycle!

The blinding lights were in hot pursuit, and the distance between the motorcycle and them was constantly being narrowed.

The gun rang out again, the sound of bullets piercing the darkness.

"It's coming soon! It's already at Kropotkin station! ”

Kropotkin Station ......

The station was full of latticework, and the offices on the platform were all identical, empty and unattended.

I don't know whose portrait hung on the wall, it had faded. Flags, flags, so many flags, converged into a deep purple ribbon, like the flow of blood that broke through the hardened veins.

Then came the sound of underhanging grenade launchers, and the railcar was buried by the raindrops of marble shards, one of which had cut Sasha's leg, but the wound was not deep.

The soldiers in front lowered the railings at the crossing, and the railcars hit the railings and almost flew off the rails.

The motorcycle approached indifferently - its engine was twice as powerful as the railcar, and it crashed the railcar away without much effort.

Sasha and the musician had to lie flat and hide under the metal frame of the car's body......

But a few seconds later, the sides of the two cars docked together, and the people on board had to stage a broadside battle.

Leonid, like crazy, suddenly began to undress.

The level is not far ahead, the breastwork is unsheathed, and a steel diamond-shaped horse appears:

That's the end of the road.

Now they are illuminated by two searchlights, pointed at by two machine guns, and surrounded by two sledgehammers and two anvils.

In a minute, it's all over.

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The queue is several tens of meters long.

Here are the best fighters of Sevasdopol, each of whom has been chosen by the colonel. @*~~

In the dimly lit tunnels, small searchlights on steel helmets exchanged glances with each other, and it seemed to Denis Mikhailovich that all the troops suddenly turned into swarms of fireflies speeding through the night, flying through the pine forest and into the whispering sea on the sultry night of the Crimea.

It was a place that the Colonel had always longed for, and he wished he could go there when he died.

He shook off a little chill, frowned, scolded himself a few words, and became more and more like an old man......

Walking past the last soldier, he took the last handmade cigarette from the stainless steel cigarette case, put it to his nose, sniffed it, and pressed the lighter.

Today is a good day.

Victory was smiling at the colonel, and everything was under his control.

There were no casualties after passing through Nagorno, and even the only soldier who had not been heard from quickly caught up with the group.

The mood was perfect for all - navigating through a hail of bullets was far from being a terrible thing for them to get stuck in an endless wait.

In addition, Dezhusz Mikhailovich finally let everyone sleep before this trip.

Everyone slept well, only he couldn't sleep for a long time.

The fate of the colonel was full of surprises, and the colonel did not know how to fully trust it.

Since the team went to the Kakhof tunnels, there has been no news.

Anything can happen, and a hunter is indestructible without Vajra.

Does he have the right to pin all his hopes on the hunter and perhaps the old storyteller in this endless battle?

He couldn't wait any longer.

Action plan: Cross the Nasimov Avenue, Nagorno, Nagadino stations, send the main forces of Sevasdopol to the south of the Tula station, and then send a commando team to the ground to a blocked metro station.

Assault teams go down through ventilation shafts into the tunnels, eliminating the guards, if also.

There are guards, then open the sealed door for the commandos......

After that, whoever occupied this station was able to solve it only by technology.

It took three days to find and clear the mines, and now the Stalkers only have to let the commandos in. That was two hours later.

After two hours everything was decided, Denis Mikhailovich could think about something else, he could fall asleep again, he could eat.

The plan was simple, precise and perfect, but Denis Mikhailovich was still tormented and still playing the drums, just as he did when he first went to fight in a mountain area at the age of 18.

The colonel flicked the ashes, threw the cigarette butts away, put on his mask again, and strode forward, catching up with the group.

The team had already reached the steel-sealed door.

It's also a great place to take a break and brush up on the offensive and everyone's tasks with the commander before you go on the attack.

At this point, it turned out that Homer was right, and the colonel laughed secretly.

If the door could be opened from the inside, then there was no need to storm the fort at all.

The Trojan Horse Scheme, which was not Homer's first creation, was already written into the story of the capture of Troy.

Denis Mikhailovich got the radiometer right - it was not measured - he pulled off the gas mask.

The squad did the same, followed by the rest of the fighters. _o_m

It's nothing, let's let them breathe freely first.