Weapon Of Olegov. Full version. Nikolay Lakutin

the shed were scuffed, through the cracks of the walls was visible endless expanse. It was some remote place, not even a suburb, a completely different uninhabited area. Bad headache, eyelids felt like leaden, his eyes opened with difficulty, was very sleepy, rolled up the feeling of nausea.

      – Woke up, poor guy – he heard the voice behind – hike today in your career misfire, brother. Exit the winner in this situation will not work. And yet the big question is, can you generally walk out of here the speaker moved on to sarcastic laughter, which picked up two more votes.

      – What the back-it is hiding, scared of me even in this state? – restraining the pain in the head at every word, Anatoly said.

      – Who's afraid of you, Scarecrow? the speaker's voice began to approach, but was immediately heard.:

      – Where, a Grey, is a master said from this zone not exits.

      Yes, I know – said the first and went back to the place.

      Anatoly began to realize that he faced serious guys. Not the ones behind him in the barn, but the ones holding anima.»:

      – If these guys were given the order to be out of my field of vision, then they know what my opinion is capable of, moreover, they knew it already when I came, and as soon as I began to influence – I was immediately knocked out-Anatoly reflected to himself.

      The picture began to clear up. The guys themselves did not take any action and did not try to learn anything, but if he was not interested in the one who gave the order for his delivery here, the picture would at the moment have a more sad outcome. Obviously, everyone in this barn was waiting for someone higher up. Twenty minutes later he heard the growing hum of helicopter blades. He sat down somewhere near the barn. The propellers slowed down, the engine was switched off and the approaching voices began to differ in the decreasing noise. Several people entered the barn, but only one silhouette appeared in front of Anatoly. The man put the chair opposite, turned around, sat down. Ten seconds silently studying the prisoner. The person sitting opposite was of a strong Constitution, with wide black eyes and a large hood over his head, so that his appearance could not be defined and described, nor could his eyes be seen.

      – I think you already understand, Anatoly, who is sitting in front of you and why.

      The prisoner nodded, lowering his gaze.

      – What do you say to that?

      Anatoly was silent.

      – Went all out and fifty feet away from the barn – ordered the man with glasses.

      They remained together. For a minute both were silent.

      – My sleeper took a lot of work to get inside your head.

      Anatoly was silent, not raising her eyes.

      – He found a lot of interesting things.

      Anatoly didn't react.

      But the most interesting was not out to get you, and I know you're not such a simple guy you know. You couldn't help but understand where you were going and what was waiting for you here. You didn't expect to have a peaceful conversation in the office. What are you doing with this bunch of degenerates? Shrapnel isn't your level. To resolve issues of who is competent to dissolve, the counter is put, the business press, under his team to pull up. This is getting old, Tolya. I have a better offer for you. You're going to work for me. You will earn at least five times more than now, we will help you to realize your gift of controlling the subconscious, in less than a year you will discover new opportunities that you do not yet guess, they are in you, just asleep. I have a strong team, solid organization and solid business.

      – To promote murder of people-Anatoly for the first time answered.

      The hooded man pondered for a while.

      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