There were always a few fun-loving people in Polis, who had come from the poor and gloomy little stations in the surrounding area, and who had been wandering the corridors and halls of the neighborhood all the time.

Their eyes widened, and their jaws were about to fall because they were so surprised and excited.

Homer, for example, wandered through the platform halls of Bolovit, gently admiring the slender columns of Alexandria Garden Station, and caressing the chandelier like earrings for girls on Arbat Street with his eyes, merging with them.

One thought kept lingering in his mind: this was the last time he would come to Polis.

What will happen in a few hours after Tula will wipe off his life, and perhaps tear it up all at once.

The old man decided that he would only do what he had to do now.

He would allow the hunter to set Tula on fire, but later he would try to kill the hunter.

But if the hunter is suspicious in advance, he will break his neck in a second, or the old man will die while attacking Tula Station.

If so, then he is going to die soon.

If all goes well, then Homer will leave for seclusion, so that he can fill all the blank pages of his notebook, and the last full stop will be drawn after he shot the hunter from the back of the head.

Will he be able to do it?

Does he dare to do so?

Thinking about it, the old man began to rub his hands. @·error-free start~~

Nothing, nothing, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, don't think too much now, if you think too much, you will start to doubt.

Thankfully, he sent the girl away!

Now he simply didn't understand himself, why he had led the girl into this adventure, how could he tolerate her in a cage with lions in it!

Addicted to playing the writer, he has forgotten that she is not a fictional character as he imagined......

He was very different from what he had envisioned, and at the outset, Homer intended to give himself a burden that he could not bear.

How do you put all of these characters in a book?

Even the crowd he was passing through now, he wanted to write it all into the book—they would feel extremely crowded in the pages.

But Homer doesn't want to turn Tabe into a mass grave, where the names alone are dazzling, and behind the letters of hot bronze, you can't perceive the voice, smile, and character traits of the deceased.

No, he couldn't write anything, and even his memories faded with the passage of time, like the end of a strong crossbow.

What to write?

The pockmarked face of the dessert seller, and the pale girl with the tip of her nose who reached out to hand him a bullet - her mother's smile was like a virgin, and the *** smile on the face of a passing soldier, the wrinkles on the face of the old beggar, and the crow's feet in the corners of the eyes of a 30-year-old woman?

Who among them is strong. Female criminals, who are greedy. Officer, who is small. Steal, who is traitorous. Disciples, who is good. Hue. The disciples, who are the first. Know, who is the cloth. Road. , who is just an indifferent stranger - Homer does not know.

He had no way of knowing what the dessert vendor was actually thinking.

Looking at the mother whose daughter is smiling, what her smile means.

The woman who makes the soldier's eyes burst into sparks is not anyone's wife.

The beggar thinks about something before he gets kicked by someone.

Therefore, who will live forever in the book and who will not, is not a decision that Homer can make.

Six billion people have disappeared without a trace.

6 billion!

Could it be that the few tens of thousands of people who survived were destined?

Nikolai's place to replace the metro driver Serov was supposed to take place a week after the end of the world.

Serov is an avid football fan who makes watching football matches his life.

"The whole of humanity has lost the game." He said to Nikolai, "But you and I were able to escape, and wondered why not?" Because there is no definite yellow card for your life and mine, the court gave us extra time. ”

"In this time, we have to figure out why we are in this world, finish everything we have in our hands, correct ourselves, and fly to the glittering goal as soon as we get the ball......"

Serov was a mystic.

Homer never asked.

He, in the end he didn't score, but Serov made him understand that what he was facing was to correct the mistakes he had made.

It was Serov's words that woke Homer up that there was a reason for those who survived in this subway.

But he can't put everyone in the book!

Is it worth the effort?

It was at this moment, among thousands of unfamiliar faces, that Homer saw the last thing he wanted to see. ……

Leonid took off his coat and ripped off his sweater, under which was a relatively white vest.

He waved his clothes over Sasha's head, completely oblivious to the bullets that were densely streaked through the air around him.

Suddenly, a strange scene happens: the rail cars start to fall behind, and the level ahead is not in full swing.

"Daddy will kill me if he's here now!" When they screamed and flew out and crashed into the diamond-shaped repulsor, Leonid told Sasha.

"What are you doing? What are we doing? She couldn't breathe, and she couldn't figure out how they had survived this brutal race of racing.

"We surrender!" He laughed, "This downhill leads to the Lenin Library station, which is the border checkpoint in Polis, and you and I are stowaways. ”

The guards who arrived dragged them off the rail car, exchanged glances with each other, checked Leonid's passport, hid the prepared handcuffs, and took the girl and Leonid to the station.

The guard ushered them into an office, whispered respectfully, and went out to ask for the leader.

Leonid collapsed on the sunken sofa chair, suddenly jumped up again, looked out the door, and waved at Sasha.

"There are more loafers here than we have on the red line!" He couldn't help but burst out laughing, "No guards!" ”

They snuck out of the room, walking in no hurry at first, but then began to move quickly into the transfer lane, running hand in hand, not wanting the crowd to break them up.

Soon the police whistle sounded behind them, but it couldn't have been easier to hide in this huge station, where there were more people than at Paverets.

When Sasha walked on the ground, imagining the scene of the traffic before the nuclear war, she couldn't even imagine the scene of so many people!

It's almost as bright here as it is on the ground. Sasha covered her face with her hands and looked at the world through her thin fingers.

Her gaze continued to linger on objects, faces, stones, pillars—each more astonishing, and if it weren't for Leonid, if it weren't for the fingers he had glued to her hand, she might have fallen, she would have lost.

One day she must come back here, and when she has plenty of time, Sasha secretly promises herself.

"Sasha?!"

The girl turned her head, her gaze meeting Homer's—a look of worry, anger, and surprise.

Sasha smiled!

It seems that she has begun to miss this old man.

"What are you doing here?" The question couldn't be more stupid for two young men who fled.

"We're going to Dubreinen Station!" Sasha took a breath and slowed down a bit so that the old man could catch up with them.

"Ridiculous! You don't have to...... I forbid you to go! But his breathless ban didn't convince Sasha.

Before the border guards were notified, they had already reached the checkpoint in Bolovit.

"I have a letter of attorney from Melnyk! Hurry up and let it go! Homer dryly ordered the soldiers on duty.

The soldier opened his mouth slightly, but could not organize words in any case, and he saluted Homer and opened the passage.

"Are you lying?" When the level is left far behind and disappears into darkness, Leonid politely asks Homer.

"What's the difference?" The old man muttered angrily.

"The important thing is to be more confident and more justified when lying," Leonid commented, "then only connoisseurs can debunk." ”

"Fuck you're still giving me a lesson!" Homer frowned, snapping a flashlight that was about to run out, "I'll go with you to Serpukhov Station, and I won't allow you to continue any further!" ”

"You can't.

Solve the situation! Sasha said, "The cure has been found!" ”

"How...... Got it? The old man stood abruptly and coughed, staring at Sasha with a strange and timid gaze.

"Yes! It's radiation! ”

"Under the action of rays, the cells stop dividing." Leonid helped explain.

"Yes, radiation affects cells and viruses a hundred times more than it does on people! But under the action of radiation, the body's immunity will be greatly reduced! The old man was completely out of control and yelled.

"What did you pour into her! Why are you leading her there?! You know what's going on there! I, and you, can't stop him! Take her away and hide her! As for you......" The old man turned to Sasha.

"How can you trust a ...... Professional liar! He spat out the last words contemptuously.

"Don't worry about me." She whispered, "I know that hunters can be controlled. There are two parts in his body...... I've seen it both parts, one bloodthirsty while the other is always trying to save people! ”

"What the hell are you talking about!" Homer choked, "There is no part of his body anymore, all that is there is a whole, a monster, which is trapped in a human shell!" ...... a year ago"

But the conversation between the bald head and Melnyk, relayed by the old man, did not convince Sasha, and the old man's words convinced her that she was doing the right thing.

"It was the one in the body who deceived and killed the second." She struggled to find the right words, but she did her best to explain them to Homer.

"One says to the other that there is no choice. One is gnawed by hunger, the other is controlled by hesitation......"

"So the hunter rushed to Tula Station - it was his two parts that pulled him together!"

"They should be separated."

"If he had another choice - to save, not to slaughter......"

"Oh God...... He won't even listen to you! Why do you have to go to him?! ”

"Your book." Sasha smiled softly at him, "I know that the plot of the book may still be rewritten, and the ending has not yet been written. ”

"Where's Alcohen? I remember he set off with you? Where are the people now? Homer found out how the young man in the face was one less.

When Sasha heard this, her eyes were a little dazed, and she looked at Leonid next to her, intending to tell Homer the truth, after all, two people are still more powerful than one person.

But Leonid was the first to speak: "He? He had left beforehand, saying that he was looking for a solution to the plague, so he left the team halfway. He reached out and grabbed Sasha's shoulders tightly with his palm, and looked at Sasha with a threatening look.

"Crazy talk! Sling the bull! "Homer fell into despair," the young man ...... Why should I entrust her to you, even if you ......"

He grabbed Leonid's hand, "I beg you, I believe that you are not a bad person, and that none of your lies are motivated by malice. Please protect her. Don't you just want to protect her? ”

"You're both so young and pretty...... You deserve to live! ”

"She shouldn't be there, understand?"

"You don't have to...... There is now ...... Brutal bloody battles are going on there. ”

"Your innocuous lies aren't enough to get you there......"

"It's not a lie." Leonid said politely, "Do you want me to give you an honest word?" ”

"Okay, okay." The old man waved his hand, "I'm ready to trust you." But the hunter ...... Have you seen him move at lightning speed, too? ”

"I've heard of it." Leonid's words are meaningful.

He ...... How are you going to stop him? With your own flute? Come to think of it, will he listen to the girl? He has lost ...... He won't listen to anything anyone says......"

"But if Alcohen is here, maybe he can sober up for a while, after all, in his heart, Alcohen is still very important."

"What nonsense, how can Alcohen be alone to find a solution to the plague at this critical moment?"

"Sasha, why didn't you stop him at that time? He's the best for you.

, and the person who listens to you the most! ”

Every time Sasha heard Homer's words about Alcohen, her chest was as if she had been shot with a bow and arrow.

Slowly the eyes began to fog......

Yes!

It's that I'm sorry for him, knowing that the enemy is around, but I still can't avenge him.

Could it be that the solution to the plague is more important than Alcohen?

Are the lives of tens of thousands of people in the subway station worth the lives of Alcoen alone?

When I think of this, the pain in my heart is out of control.

With his mouth open, with a crying voice, he said to Homer: "He, he was ......"

Leonid saw that the situation was not right, and he was about to coax Sasha into his hands, why did this old man always hinder himself?

It is necessary to put an end to this topic quickly, and then get rid of the old man in front of you.

So he interjected: "At that time, we all persuaded him for a long time, but he just didn't stop." I always thought I was a liar, and then I had to leave with Sasha. But in the end, Sasha was unwilling to follow him, and he left alone. I knew it would be like this, when the achievement should not have let him go. ”

"Besides, he's the best listener to Sasha, you say, right?" Leonid said and grabbed Sasha's shoulder again, then looked at Sasha with a smile and made a subtle movement with his fingers.

"yes, we couldn't persuade us at the time." Sasha had no choice but to say this.

"If you tell the truth," Leonid bowed to the old man, "I sincerely agree with you. But the girl asked for it, and I was a gentleman anyway. He winked at Sasha.

"Do you think it's a game?!" Homer pleaded to look at the girl for a moment, and Leonid for a moment.

"I know." Sasha said firmly.

"Everything is a game." Leonid said calmly.