Weapon Of Olegov. Full version

I'm not a murderer, you should not think about me in this format. What to take in hand, a Bible or a weapon is the choice of everyone. But for faith and religion, believe me, people were killed many times more than all those who took up arms. Yes, I produce and supply it, and not only here. Do I contribute to genocide? You see, I specialize not so much in mass-produced weapons as in exclusive ones. Bullets, they stop someone who destroys people with hundreds and thousands. Those who destroy the earth, air, harm not only man, but the planet as a whole. I have, you see, principles. I will never sell a shipment of weapons to a gang of bandits to Rob and kill civilians. No one can reproach me for selling weapons to military points so that brothers shoot at their own brothers set upon each other by the government. But for such just rulers who for the sake of their interests in the oil deposits, territory and so have no qualms about sacrificing people and my bullets are cast. I build the world, not destroy it, Anatoly. Do you still see me as a terrorist?

After a pause, Anatoly said:

– Decent work, for this reason issues I do not have. My question is addressed to the drug trade.

– I feel like I'm on trial – joked the man with dark glasses – well, here's your answer. Indeed, the issue of drug trafficking is much more serious.

The man suddenly stopped talking and hesitantly tilted his head to the side.

– Grisha-loudly commanded an he.

Someone ran into the barn.

– We have guests. The helicopter does not run, shoot down, they have an arrow MANPADS. Mobile all to disconnect the battery to throw away right here. We disperse on foot in different directions. Go back to base by Thursday and take a closer look, can graze every step.

The man turned to Anatoly and, seeing an undisguised kind grin, spoke:

Thought you were the only one?

Anatoly looked.

Are you in?

– I need to think, weigh everything and make the right decision. I would not like to have an excuse then that I simply had no choice.

– Fairly. A couple days?

– Quite.

The man got up from his chair, snapped his fingers and at the same moment the ropes on Anatoly's hands fell to the floor, then disappeared, as if they were not there. Then he turned, took a step and disappeared into thin air.…

***

Long fled Anatoly unfamiliar terrain. The road did not know, but intuition is, as always, did not disappoint. Approaching the track, he saw four gray cars with black Windows rushing by, holding one after another. The feeling gave to understand that these are the "guests" mentioned by the man in the hood and dark glasses. When the cars disappeared out of sight in the oncoming lane seemed a red spot, it is rapidly approaching. Anatoly went to the track and raised his hand. Flying for a hundred meters, red car stopped. Catching up with him, Anatoly saw behind the wheel of a beautiful girl.

– In the city?

– Yeah.

Jump, drive.

Anatoly sat in the front seat and the car, squeal of tires, raced in the open spaces, cutting the distance.

– Julia-girl stretched out a man's hand in a white driver's glove.

– Tolya, very pleased.

– Where did you come from, Tolya? No houses, no streets, no villages within a radius of kilometers in commercials since thirty to forty.

– I'd like to know that myself.

– In terms of? Do not understand, you don't know how I got here?

– You remember that movie. Fell, lost consciousness, woke up – gypsum.

– Something to do with the smugglers? As interesting…

It seems so. I haven't quite figured out what's what yet. But you really helped me out by picking me up on the road. I don't know what I'd do without you.

– Good words, I like them. Tell them often – the girl sheepishly smiled.

Anatoly didn't answer. He was not in a romantic mood. In my head scrolled episodes of recent events, on top of the track on which he raced the car looked unfamiliar. Then came the first parcel in the village with an unknown name. It became obvious that on this road Anatoly never passed earlier though from the hometown he knew all directions…

– Listen, friend, what city are you taking me? the passenger asked, expressing genuine interest.

Here is one way to Novosibirsk, and where you need? – Julia began to slow down.

– Go there if along the way, while I don't care where, just away from here. I'll think of something in town. Novosibirsk so Novosibirsk.

Julia did not specify the details, knowing that her companion will not be able to really satisfy her curiosity, because he is confused. Anatoly tried to understand how he ended up in another part of the country where the aircraft to fly four hours, out he was no more than twenty minutes, the behavior of his body he knew well in such cases, after all- not the first time.

– Yeah… not a simple man – he reflected, gazing at the panorama from the car window – not a simple company, and not a simple mission they had assumed. To appear before the customer now would be unwise. All the lads know what I was missing. Let them draw conclusions, especially since they are, in General, fair. In the near future, no one should enter Anima, at least until the circumstances of my disappearance have been clarified. So there's still time. The plan is to get lost somewhere on the outskirts of the city, a place to stay for the next couple of days and all carefully to consider. The closest concern is what these couple of days to live for? Need to rent a house, something from the products…

Here Anatoly suddenly understood that he had no money with him at all when he went to Anima's office. He sits and makes plans for the next two days, when it is necessary to pay for transport services with this lovely girl for an hour or two, maybe three.

– Yul – began, was, Anatoly – I probably will drop and maybe even rightly so, I do not think that I have nothing with you Russ.... in that moment, he instinctively patted the pocket of his jeans and beneath my hand something suddenly felt. Immediately put the cook in his pocket and took out a stack of brand new bills, the nominal value of which allowed to live comfortably for a month and a half or two in the most expensive city in the world.

Anatoly with misunderstanding has looked at the beginning of the stack of bills in his hand, then at Julia.

– Yes, it's hard for you, buddy, what's the calculation here, even on the smallest island off the coast of French Polynesia is not enough. I'll take you, don't worry.

– Taak-held out the passenger. He put one bill in the glove compartment of the car. This amount exceeded the average tariff for such carts ten times. While Anatoly was thinking about how the money ended up in his pocket, the paper of a different composition and density was felt at the bottom of the stack, which he still held in his hands. He took out his card. It was a very expensive business card, high-quality, iridescent colors. But there was no printed text on it. No signs, no emblems, nothing that business cards are made for. Anatoly several times and turned it, examining both sides, but found nothing except playing iridescent colors. Suddenly, in the center of the business card appeared large letters of purple, as if written by hand:

You have two days, Tolya.

Think about it.

the text has vanished, but emerged the other:

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I hope so,

you'll make the right decision.

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