Eva. Valentin Kolesnikov

no, this work will be done by an agent, | hope you have seen him more than

      once, well, unless he quits, do you see what is happening around?

      – Yes, yes, young man, yes, yes, – she said sadly, – wait, I'll find out now, is he at home or not? -

      With these words, the concierge picked up the phone. Soon her voice was heard, then she

      turned to me, – Go to the third floor, he is waiting for you there.

      – Thank you, aunt Valya, I'm on the elevator!

      – Wait, wait, now there are rolling blackouts, you can get stuck in there, it's better to walk.

      – Thank you, and good evening to you!

      – And to you, young man … A wide staircase led to the fifth floor, an elevator crate passed

      nearby, but | no longer heard the voice of the concierge, as | was walking along the wide steps

      of the pre-revolutionary luxury of building architecture of the past. Two entrance doors of

      apartments No. 132 and No. 133 went opposite to each other on the landing of the third floor.

      The landing was narrow, bounded on one side by an elevator shaft, and on the other side by a

      wall with a large, bright window high up. Exactly in the middle of this wall, under the window,

      there is a fire hydrant with a coil of fire hose, which was visible through the glass of the door,

      sealed with a seal. On the door of the fire hydrant, a strip of white paper is glued to the

      wooden frame of the niche of the fire hydrant with the date and number of the inspection of

      the object, with the seal and painting of the controlling person. | approached this object and,

      leaning my travel bag against the wall closer to the fire niche, opened the zipper of the bag and,

      pretending to take out a pizza, turned on the scanning device for detecting listening

      installations of tracking, a gift from the lieutenant colonel. Then he took the pizza out of the

      bag, zipped it up and hung the bag over his shoulder, as if by chance he moved close to the fire

      hydrant and heard the squeak of the appliance. Turning around at the door of the fire facility,

      installing the bag strap on my shoulder, | saw where the miniature camera was located,

      carefully so as not to accidentally catch it, | finally fitted the bag strap on my shoulder, and with

      a pizza in my hands, picturesquely approached the door of apartment No. 132 and pressed call.

      Soon shuffling steps were heard outside the door, such sounds are heard from room slippers on

      the floor of a fat person. The door opened and a grey-haired, obese man with glasses appeared

      in a gray bathrobe over a light-colored pajama suit with a book in his hands. Without thinking

      twice, | said the password:

      – Did you order Italian pizza? – smiling affably at the same time.

      – | like mushrooms, and what do you have? – the feedback was correct, | should have answered

      like this:

      – Only with sausage from the lips of a desert and wild camel! – such a review was invented just

      in case, and told the resident that the intelligence officer had died, and that now there would

      be another one instead of him, that is, me.

      – Come in!

      The apartment with high ceilings and antique furniture looked more like an exhibition pavilion

      of historical artefacts and paintings. The portrait of a woman in a luxurious white dress stood

      out in particular. The painting hung over a massive fireplace that occupied a third of the blank

      outer wall that closed off the street. And the windows of the apartment overlooked the

      courtyard with a small garden of planted trees and two or three benches for relaxing. By the

      fireplace Boris Eduardovich stopped and gestured to two armchairs and a table between them

      with crooked marble legs and a mahogany top.

      – Sit down young man, and put pizza on the table. – Kindly offered Boris Eduardovich. | put the

      package of pizza on the table and took out the cognac.

      – A gift from your company? – playing a comedy before wiretapping, said the architect. It

      became clear to me that the former architect was being shadowed, – And how much do | charge

      for pizza and cognac?

      I silently laid out a check from the store. He looked at me carefully, then took a ballpoint pen

      and wrote something on the check, pushed the check towards me, | looked at his note: – There

      is a wiretapping all around, don’t say anything, I'll go see you off and we'll talk there, after

      reading, | nodded back and said:

      – | temporarily replace a friend for delivery, and | bought cognac for myself, they gave me pizza

      as a gift, there is a sale in the supermarket now and | bought this cognac at a discount, and two

      | wanted to sell pizzas, | gave one for nothing to the concierge, and | decided to sell you for an

      old check for two dears, but if you don’t want it, then whatever you want.

      – No, no, just leave me pizza, I'll buy it from you, | don't need change, take the cognac back, -

      with these words, he gave me money and a letter, – wait until.

      – Fine!

      He changed his clothes and soon we went out into the square.

      – You never introduced yourself?

      – Valentin Baran Yuryevich, captain of the Soviet army, was summoned by a summons and sent

      to the garrison of Belaya Tserkov, where he was captured and was recruited and sent to you to

      receive a task.

      – Where did my contact go? Boris Eduardovich asked anxiously.

      – Shot by a sniper when advancing towards the airfield to the town of the captured aviation

      unit. | managed to grab a white shirt from my travel bag and all twelve people remained in

      captivity.

      – And | found myself under a cap, and now | don’t know what will happen next?

      – But since you are under surveillance, then there is no evidence for your arrest, so lie down on

      the bottom, and there it will be, it will be. – | answered.

      – So it is so, but what about you, are you now also under this same cap? Boris Eduardovich

      asked restlessly.

      Don't worry about me, I'm not going to take any action. One thing is clear to me that our

      mission failed, and we can not shine.

      – There is valuable information in the letter, how to transfer it to Moscow?

      – No way, this madness will end soon, | hope, – | answered, – and | have to leave, all the best. -

      With