Weapon Of Olegov. Full version

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and over time,

I answer all

your

questions.

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the last that appeared on business card – signature:

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Eldar.

After that, nothing else appeared on the card, the text disappeared.

– Pretty-distracted his Julia, who from time to time stroked at how her strange companion as if reading something on a business card. She, too, viewed it, but no letters, words, proposals not seen. So it seemed pretty strange that Anatoly, as if riveted gazes into the shimmering glare and trying something for yourself to see. And judging by his expression, I saw something.

– Ever seen anything like this before? he turned to Julia.

My friend keeps a small printing house, I've seen a lot of business cards. This is not the most original, believe me, but also nothing.

– No, I mean the writing.

– Julia looked at him, then at the empty card, then back at him, then returned the gaze to the road with the words:

– Something I do not understand? What writing? There's nothing here.

– Nothing… muttered in thought Anatoly.

The girl again glanced at his companion, then at the glove compartment, which was more than decent payment for carting and for a moment, making doubtful, partially a sympathetic grimace, he continued the journey in silence.

At the entrance to the city, the passenger asked to drop him off. After exchanging the standard pleasantries, and a wish of good luck they said good-bye. The car has again changed the tire and quickly disappeared around the corner.

***

Anatoly rented a modest apartment on the outskirts of the city for two days, because he was not a spender and led a rather restrained way of life in all respects.

– Apparently, money was thrown to me together with a business card at that moment when I was still unconscious. So, events developed in one way or another according to the scenario. I don't think all that happened was a play. He's too serious a man to play Comedy in front of me. It is clear that he wants to get me in his team, money is a banal move to bribe and show further comfortable life. Only now, way back then will not I also understand. And apparently, he already has more interesting specialists. He is also a very simple type. Why would he want me? And this card. It seems to me that this is not technology, this is something else… quite another-rushing thoughts in my head.

These two days Anatoly spent without any thoughts and confusion. He was well aware of the FSB methodology used in special forces to make a particularly important decision where there are many variables and to come to a logical solution of the issue is simply impossible. In such cases, the installation is given to the subconscious-to give in a strictly allotted time period the answer, a hint, a sign, unambiguous and atypical on the subject of how to proceed. Anatoly established term, according to the instruction – day. Just had to wait.

Head has finally stopped hurting when noon Anatoly was awakened by a scream outside the window:

– What are you doing here, son? When did I say we were leaving? Come home, everything would tell my father, let him decide what to do, it just stopped working, now hold on – I shouted some shrill lady.

Anatoly smiled widely, knowing every cue, reached his ears in the original for him. For him, this phrase meant the following:

"You sat up on the spot, it's time to move on. The way you indicated, obey, be obedient, but very attentive and careful, because in front of God then in any case you will have to answer. Godspeed.»

Now the only question was how to find the Eldar. To get to it the same route through office and a bruise of area of a nape extremely it was not desirable. Moreover, it is all gone, the situation now was very convenient. To change in this respect anything, and to think up some fable would be unwise. He again took out an empty business card, turned it in his hands and was about to put it back in his pocket, when he saw her familiar handwriting purple, which gradually appeared in the following words:

On the card

not to distribute

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text changed:

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and don't lose her,

still useful.

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and the last:

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I'll find you,

just wait.

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the text disappeared.

Yeah, funny thing – in my head flashed – don't know how they'll be looking for me, however, that there is to know, again, try to get in the head. But then they knew where I was, clearly followed, calculated, and now no. Okay, I will wait, time will tell – Anatoly summarized and went to collect something to a table.

***

In the brigade there were various rumors about the disappearance of Tolik. Someone rejoiced, envious he had a lot, someone quietly drew conclusions. The group of Alexei Vorontsov, who asked Tolik for help a few days ago, was confused. Alexey was tired to lift communications in search of the person who received a solid advance and still never, not failed business. He, of course, heard that the firm "Anima" – is not a cowboy firm and a financial issue with her to resolve as desired, but Tolik was decided in the past task and more difficult. To think that it is stupid to have disappeared with the advance – did not want to. Nor was he a poor man. Advance, of course, was impressive, but for Tolik he could not be the reason for the disappearance.

Alexey could not these days think of anything, except one:

– What happened in Anima's office after all? Why is there no news about Tolik, and is it worth looking for another negotiator…

***

This morning met Novosibirsk bright sunlight and cloudless sky. Anatoly already went for a morning jog, took something in the convenience store for Breakfast and, coming out of the shower, suddenly heard some movement in the kitchen. He rented the apartment alone, didn't bring anyone here. With the tenant agreed to meet today, but closer to dinner. The time on the clock was a quarter to nine.

– Good morning, Tolya. The coffee is almost ready, now I will make sausages, and it will be possible to have Breakfast. Still, you should not smoked are not taken, so have Breakfast what we have – he heard a girl's voice from the kitchen.