Shalygin aggression audiobook. "Aggression" Vyacheslav Shalygin

© Shalygin V.V., 2013

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10/19/2015. This day will forever remain in history as “Day of Fear”. After all, after October 19, 2015, it was fear that became the main motive for the actions of all people on the planet. He drove someone into depression, drove someone to despair, and someone, on the contrary, angered and set up resistance. And the reason for this fear was the Absolutely Unknown, why not even pick up a noun that began to slowly but surely creep around the planet. A formless, indefinite, but ominous Something broke through the faults of being in one place or another and set around its breakpoints its own rules of the game, which were completely incomprehensible to people.

At first, the breakthrough point (this place was called the "fault zone") was one - in the middle of the Kenyan capital Nairobi, a giant mud fountain suddenly shot up. But then another fault appeared, the third, tenth ...

Bangkok, Novosibirsk, Dubai, Caracas, Detroit, Moscow ... this is only part of the list of major cities that entered the top twenty injured shortly after the start of the creeping doomsday. In less than a year, by the beginning of the fall of 2016, the number of frightening anomalous zones increased to fifty and continued to grow.

Unreal amplitude earthquakes, strange "frozen" volcanic eruptions, and sandstorms unimaginable in strength and duration. Inexplicable rapid floods in shallow regions, and smoldering land without fires. Swamps full of impossible creatures, and strange territories where time changes its course. Cities in which it was impossible to find the right house, because buildings were constantly moving like checkers on a board, and cities that suddenly froze in the middle of a hot summer. This is just a short list of problems that occurred in the areas around the reality breaks.

At first, those in power tried to isolate the anomalous territories and somehow study them, but then they spat and let things go by themselves. Too many anomalous zones have become, and too different events that are not amenable to any systematization have occurred in these territories. In none of the places where the Unknown has broken into our reality have the scenarios of his invasion been repeated. The only unifying nuance at the first stage of the creeping global catastrophe was the feeling that each time from incomprehensible adjacent spaces, times or dimensions, the worst that could create or accumulate an adjacent world broke into our world.

And two more problem points. First: no one could guess where it would explode again, since there were no signs of forerunners that it was here that a rift would form. And the second: sometimes it was impossible to understand whether you were in the fault zone or not. Even being close to its center. After all, it happened that nothing was creeping out from the fault of being, and the laws of the universe did not seem to change, but still it became unbearable in the zone around it.

However, over time, the second problem was somehow solved. This was helped by knowledge, which, as you know, is power. In this case, the force necessary for survival. This knowledge has become common signs of the points of the breakdown of existence: suppression of all types of radio communications, the presence in the center of an amorphous black blot - the actual location of the breakdown of reality, and mysterious pieces of the same type - square metal plates the size of a palm, incomprehensible to most people. One, two, and sometimes even five such things were necessarily found within the anomalous zone around each fault, through which the Absolutely Unknown once again erupted. Some time later, these gizmos came up with the name - “packaged”, but their purpose and properties remained a mystery for a long time ...

And so it all began. The world either turned upside down or turned inside out, it does not matter.

Another thing matters.

The Holocaust Season has come.

Russia, Gorny Altai, 07/12/2016.

The sun burned mercilessly. It was as if someone had put a lens in the path of the sun, and now they burned out everything they touched. Grass along the shores turned yellow, and the low Altai mountains, rocks, stones and talus glowed hot. The smooth twigs and tree branches thrown onto the rocks in the spring dried out and now resembled the wreckage of the mammoth tusks that may have once lived in this area. Heat overtook everywhere, even in the shadows, and there seemed to be no escape from him. Fortunately, it only seemed so. There was still salvation from the heat. In caves or in a river. Fast Katun even in the hottest period, in mid-July, remained cold. Today it was perceived as a blessing.

At the next doorstep, the raft crew doused with water and blissful smiles appeared on the concentrated and slightly frightened faces of the tourists. The steering ship Andrei Lunev saw most of them only in profile, or even completely from the back, but literally felt like they relaxed for a moment. Well, for a moment you can. But no more. Immediately beyond the threshold, a stone gate awaited, and then a shiver.

- Let's go! - blocking the noise of the river, shouted Lunev. - Get ready! Nasal, attention!

Stick spoons into the comb! The left side is a move, the right side is a snag! Now all move! One, one, one ... right, subtab! All a little move!

Andrei leaned on the oar and directed the raft between two stones sticking out in the middle of the channel. The ship tilted slightly to the starboard side, but soon it leveled off and began to dance along the breakers above a kind of watery “washing board”. Stones hiding under shallow water created many small waves. Here, no effort was required from the crew.

One helmsman could hold the ship in the fairway.

- Sushi! - Andrei ordered. - Well done, they went well. Pour command!

- Glasses in a bag.

- No problem. Who is blowing our sail? .. Girl ... Nastya, huh? Drybag open. Yes, this rubber bag. Who wants to splash on the shiver, overboard.

- The water is chilling!

- This is not the Volga, but Katun. Ten degrees is the norm for her. Even a lot. Are you brave?

- And I! Cook the sugrev.

- No problem. There was a “pour” command, who is on hand? You? Pour in.

- Do you have a drink?

- Full river!

- We have sandwiches. Will you be?

- Of course. Well, for the rafting!

- Andrey, your glass.

- Thanks. For the crew! Who does not get warm, they took oars. The right side is a small move. Left, subtab. We collect swimmers.

- Hey, on the beach! - One of the tourists noticed a company sunbathing on the stones. - To your health! - Butterfly! - came from the shore.

- I don’t understand what they are screaming?

“They asked me to make a butterfly,” answered Lunev. - Such a maneuver, in half with a pirouette. You can’t refuse, tradition. Now we will gather the people, I will teach. Hey, cling to the leer! Nasal! Alexei! Give him a paddle, pull him up to the raft. Good. Now take the vest ... right ... drowned and sharply on yourself. Well done!

It didn’t take so long to train a pirouette with the beautiful name “butterfly”, but the crew managed to perform it qualitatively only when a sandbank appeared in front on the starboard side, the place where the route ended. Twice scrolling the raft around the vertical axis (the starboard side performed the “move” command, that is, rowing forward, and the left tabanil — rowing backward) and slamming the oars on the water, the wet but satisfied tourists unloaded from the vessel, pulled it ashore and began to take off simple equipment.

Andrei, meanwhile, headed for the UAZ, on the roof of which it was supposed to load a rubber vessel. The driver, seeing Lunev, immediately moved towards him.

10/19/2015. This day will forever remain in history as “Day of Fear”. After all, after October 19, 2015, it was fear that became the main motive for the actions of all people on the planet. He drove someone into depression, drove someone to despair, and someone, on the contrary, angered and set up resistance. And the reason for this fear was the Absolutely Unknown, why not even pick up a noun that began to slowly but surely creep around the planet. A formless, indefinite, but ominous Something broke through the faults of being in one place or another and set around its breakpoints its own rules of the game, which were completely incomprehensible to people.

At first, the breakthrough point (this place was called the "fault zone") was one - in the middle of the Kenyan capital Nairobi, a giant mud fountain suddenly shot up. But then another fault appeared, the third, tenth ...

Bangkok, Novosibirsk, Dubai, Caracas, Detroit, Moscow ... this is only part of the list of major cities that entered the top twenty injured shortly after the start of the creeping doomsday. In less than a year, by the beginning of the fall of 2016, the number of frightening anomalous zones increased to fifty and continued to grow.

Unreal amplitude earthquakes, strange "frozen" volcanic eruptions, and sandstorms unimaginable in strength and duration. Inexplicable rapid floods in shallow regions, and smoldering land without fires. Swamps full of impossible creatures, and strange territories where time changes its course. Cities in which it was impossible to find the right house, because buildings were constantly moving like checkers on a board, and cities that suddenly froze in the middle of a hot summer. This is just a short list of problems that occurred in the areas around the reality breaks.

At first, those in power tried to isolate the anomalous territories and somehow study them, but then they spat and let things go by themselves. Too many anomalous zones have become, and too different events that are not amenable to any systematization have occurred in these territories. In none of the places where the Unknown has broken into our reality have the scenarios of his invasion been repeated. The only unifying nuance at the first stage of the creeping global catastrophe was the feeling that each time from incomprehensible adjacent spaces, times or dimensions, the worst that could create or accumulate an adjacent world broke into our world.

And two more problem points. First: no one could guess where it would explode again, since there were no signs of forerunners that it was here that a rift would form. And the second: sometimes it was impossible to understand whether you were in the fault zone or not. Even being close to its center. After all, it happened that nothing was creeping out from the fault of being, and the laws of the universe did not seem to change, but still it became unbearable in the zone around it.

However, over time, the second problem was somehow solved. This was helped by knowledge, which, as you know, is power. In this case, the force necessary for survival. This knowledge has become common signs of the points of the breakdown of existence: suppression of all types of radio communications, the presence in the center of an amorphous black blot - the actual location of the breakdown of reality, and mysterious pieces of the same type - square metal plates the size of a palm, incomprehensible to most people. One, two, and sometimes even five such things were necessarily found within the anomalous zone around each fault, through which the Absolutely Unknown once again erupted. Some time later, these gizmos came up with the name - “packaged”, but their purpose and properties remained a mystery for a long time ...

And so it all began. The world either turned upside down or turned inside out, it does not matter.

Another thing matters.

The Holocaust Season has come.

Russia, Gorny Altai, 07/12/2016.

The sun burned mercilessly. It was as if someone had put a lens in the path of the sun, and now they burned out everything they touched. Grass along the shores turned yellow, and the low Altai mountains, rocks, stones and talus glowed hot. The smooth twigs and tree branches thrown onto the rocks in the spring dried out and now resembled the wreckage of the mammoth tusks that may have once lived in this area. Heat overtook everywhere, even in the shadows, and there seemed to be no escape from him. Fortunately, it only seemed so. There was still salvation from the heat. In caves or in a river. Fast Katun even in the hottest period, in mid-July, remained cold. Today it was perceived as a blessing.

At the next doorstep, the raft crew doused with water and blissful smiles appeared on the concentrated and slightly frightened faces of the tourists. The steering ship Andrei Lunev saw most of them only in profile, or even completely from the back, but literally felt like they relaxed for a moment. Well, for a moment you can. But no more. Immediately beyond the threshold, a stone gate awaited, and then a shiver.

Let's go well! - blocking the noise of the river, shouted Lunev. - Get ready! Nasal, attention!

Stick spoons into the comb! The left side is a move, the right side is a snag! Now all move! One, one, one ... right, subtab! All a little move!

Andrei leaned on the oar and directed the raft between two stones sticking out in the middle of the channel. The ship tilted slightly to the starboard side, but soon it leveled off and began to dance along the breakers above a kind of watery “washing board”. Stones hiding under shallow water created many small waves. Here, no effort was required from the crew.

One helmsman could hold the ship in the fairway.

Sushi! - Andrei ordered. - Well done, they went well. Pour command!

Glasses in the bag.

No problem. Who is blowing our sail? .. Girl ... Nastya, huh? Drybag open. Yes, this rubber bag. Who wants to splash on the shiver, overboard.

The water is chilling!

This is not the Volga, but Katun. Ten degrees is the norm for her. Even a lot. Are you brave?

And I! Cook the sugrev.

No problem. There was a “pour” command, who is on hand? You? Pour in.

Is there a drink?

Full river!

We have sandwiches. Will you be?

Of course. Well, for the rafting!

Andrey, your glass.

Thanks. For the crew! Who does not get warm, they took oars. The right side is a small move. Left, subtab. We collect swimmers.

Hey on the beach! - One of the tourists noticed a company sunbathing on the stones. - To your health! - Butterfly! - came from the shore.

I don’t understand what they are screaming?

“They asked me to make a butterfly,” answered Lunev. - Such a maneuver, in half with a pirouette. You can’t refuse, tradition. Now we will gather the people, I will teach. Hey, cling to the leer! Nasal! Alexei! Give him a paddle, pull him up to the raft. Good. Now take the vest ... right ... drowned and sharply on yourself. Well done!

It didn’t take so long to train a pirouette with the beautiful name “butterfly”, but the crew managed to perform it qualitatively only when a sandbank appeared in front on the starboard side, the place where the route ended. Twice scrolling the raft around the vertical axis (the starboard side performed the “move” command, that is, rowing forward, and the left tabanil — rowing backward) and slamming the oars on the water, the wet but satisfied tourists unloaded from the vessel, pulled it ashore and began to take off simple equipment.

Andrei, meanwhile, headed for the UAZ, on the roof of which it was supposed to load a rubber vessel. The driver, seeing Lunev, immediately moved towards him.

Your mobile phone pulled me out, - the driver handed Andrei his phone number. - Every five minutes, trotted. I could not stand it, answered this ... subscription, and clarified situevina. In popular terms.

And he? - Andrey wiped his hands on his shirt, took his phone and opened the “calls” section.

All four hours, while Lunev was on the rafting, he was called by an old acquaintance, whom Andrei wanted the least to hear. No, not because the acquaintance offended Lunev with something. He was just one of those who knew that in some circles Andrei was called not only by his first and last name, but also Old. “And he was offended,” said the driver. - He promised to fly in and lather his neck.

And you? - Andrey pressed the call button.

And I say, the wings of an airplane will be erased while they fly here. And you’ll get tired of washing your neck, a thick little one. Like, I say, I didn’t soap you.

His neck is thicker, - Andrew grinned. - And he knows how to soap better. That's it, Borya, thank you, get off. Hello?

And hello to you, good man, ”answered the friend. - How do you hang around? Conquered all the rapids?

What is there. The heat is the second month, the snow in the mountains has long melted. Water fell a meter, scrubbed all the way with spoons along the bottom. The mattress alloy turned out, no pleasure.

Clear. The marines have no place in the swamp. So maybe well him? Will you be back?

Where am I going, Bibik, coming back. In a week. By evening, they promise to rain, they should charge for three days. As you finish pouring, the water rises above the eyebrows. I will spend tourists around Bashkaus and will immediately return. No problem. Only you will not benefit from my return, do not hope. I will return to Moscow, and not to Kiev. I walked through the contaminated area.

That's how it is. And if you have a special interest?

Stop, Colonel! - was cautious Lunev. “You have some kind of voice ... not like that.” And you speak in riddles. Something happened?

Something like that. You do not follow the news from your Tmutarakan at all? Although ... about this news, even on the Internet what the hell you will find.

Actually, Tmutarakan on the Taman Peninsula. Stop chewing on me. What's wrong? “How would you feel softer ...” the colonel took a short pause. - When did you go to the movies last time?

In the sense of? - Lunev squinted. “What hints again?”

One amusing video I want to show you. Secret.

No need to show me anything. Told you tied up!

When people shout like that over the phone, it becomes clear that they really didn’t get a damn, - suddenly Bibik’s voice seemed to split. Now it sounded both from the tube and from somewhere behind.

Lunev hung up the connection and turned around. The colonel sat on the nearest boulder and looked at Andrei.

Sneaked up like a fox, unnoticed, Lunev said irritably and folded his arms over his chest.

You relaxed, Old, on the mainland, - Bibik grinned and handed Andrei an “iPhone”. “Just take a look, free and without any obligation.” Is it hard, or what? It will be interesting to you, I guarantee.

I won’t watch anything, ”Andrei said grimly at the colonel.

In vain it flew, right? - Bibik deliberately upset. - Do not lamb, take a look. In a friendly request. We are friends, right?

That's a bore, - Andrey took the telephone from the colonel and turned on the video.

The flickering of frames on a small screen caused even more irritation than the colonel’s obsession, but the video turned out to be really entertaining, and in the second minute Lunev stopped paying attention to the quality of the movie, focusing on the details. The action took place clearly in the Chernobyl exclusion zone. A detachment of young thrill seekers decided to secretly sneak into the radioactive territory, but fell into a sharp binding and could not get out of it. Through the efforts of an unknown enemy, all walkers turned into mincemeat.

What a nightmare, ”Lunev said indifferently, returning the phone to the colonel. - So, what is next?

Doesn’t resemble anything?

Not. Unless bloodthirsty, like Tarantino’s. What kind of movie is this? Did Hollywood try again?

The document is in its purest form. And this is just one episode. It's already the fifteenth or so month. My people got off their feet, but the strangest thing is not that we are forced to lose face, but that all experts unanimously reiterate: illegal groups or a wild beast are out of business. Groupings themselves suffer.

Anomaly?

None of this is observed. In crowded places, a carnage suddenly begins, lasts about five minutes and ends abruptly. Like a switch - click! - and that’s all, again peace and quiet. Like in a cemetery. Neither guessing where to start, nor hiding is impossible. One real way to survive is not to gather more than three within sight. But it’s not very successful. Not your own, so strangers will accidentally approach. The zone and its surroundings are not on the moon. Three steps to the south and that's all, already Kiev. People like ants in an anthill. In short, there is practically no real defense against adversity. And it’s impossible to survive if you get involved. Only corpses remain in place, no wounded.

How are you killed?

Unknown But nine out of ten pieces are lying around. Doctors say it looks like they killed people through a meat grinder.

Then for sure an anomaly.

No, I tell you! If you watch this video in slow motion, you can see that some creature is wielding, or several creatures. They just move very fast. We patrols equipped with special cameras, so that if they see the batch, removed in accelerated mode. Here is the catch.

Bibik opened the photo and again handed the iPhone to the Old. Andrei studied the new picture and shook his head:

Beauties. But I have never met such before, a fact.

Didn’t you try to shoot?

It was a deal. Just past everything. Bullets for these creatures seem to be like those mosquitoes. Sting sensitively, but fly slowly. One option: accelerate to the speed of creatures and point blank ... but few are capable of such.

And what do you want from me?

You did not listen. In connection with the general problem, there has been a warming of relations between illegal residents of the exclusion zone and the authorities. I had to establish any contacts and together look for a way out of the crisis. But there is little use so far. The only group from which there is good is mercenaries.

Your former buddies.

Even so?

Well, I say - I had to grin even at that level. The most nasty thing is that mercenaries are really effective. Where they appear, the carnage ceases almost immediately. Then they were not invited to one butch; the case was doubled against the usual one.

And the corpses, or rather - minced meat, turned out to be a mountain.

Maybe this is a game? Some mercenaries cripple the people, while others “treat you”. I mean, they go to your brains to pull out money. By the way, what office are you working on now?

On the state. SBU Well, intrigued?

But only. Why should I get involved in this, and what can I do? Who solves the problems, so work. My former syndicate brothers or I, what's the difference?

And such that they do not obey us and do not even cooperate. Only grandmas are shaking.

Ah, that’s why they "weren’t called for one storm."

They regretted the money, huh?

I do not know. Maybe they spared money, or maybe, like an indicative flogging, they arranged for illegal immigrants. So that they finally understand where they live and why it would be better for them to get away from the zone. In short, I don’t know, I’m not getting into politics, the general is engaged in this.

Ostapenko?

He is. Then the adjutant of the general case with the attendants handed over to the intermediary, settled the case, and the mercenaries as a bayonet to the next call.

But the idea of \u200b\u200bsaving you did not leave, and you decided to hire me?

It is not a matter of economy, of reliability.

No, Bibik, I do not agree. Understand yourself, not the first time.

Old, you know me. I have seen no less than yours and have endured fear - I have already forgotten how to fear. But in this case there is some second bottom, and on it lurked something more terrible than unknown creatures. I can smell it, things are really bad.

I understand and sympathize, but you did not convince me.

I knew you would say that.

And if you knew what was the whole overture? Eh, Bibik, Bibik, what a stupid diplomat you were, that is what you stayed like. It's time to spread trumps, Colonel. What is in store?

Okay, I got it. I said that every time a bunch of corpses remain in place. But that’s not all. About as many people after each incident simply disappear. Without a sea of \u200b\u200bblood. And not necessarily in the exclusion zone, in the borderlands, right down to Dymer. And sometimes people disappear completely from the outskirts of Kiev. And it is they that disappear, as if in a circus focus. Literally, there was just a man drinking with you at the bar, you turned away for a moment, turn back - there isn’t him! Or even cooler - for example, we were driving passengers with you in a car and suddenly - bang! - there is nobody. Things may remain or documents, but themselves - like a cow tongue. Do you understand?

Don’t drag the cat under your tail!

I don’t know how important this is for you ... well, as I understand it, you broke up ... not so long ago, ”the colonel handed Andrei another phone. - Here.

The phone was the same. Lunev gave it to Tatyana a year ago, three days before the disagreement, after which Stary escaped to hell, in the excruciating hope of really tying up both the zone and the hopeless romance.

In any case, this was the “official version”. In fact, Andrei’s return to the mainland from the Chernobyl exclusion zone was decided four years ago. The “planned relapse” of the case four years ago demanded the presence of Lunev on February 29, 2016 in one of the Siberian towns. However, this is a different story. Although this explains the fact that in the end Andrei found himself in Altai. Having settled old affairs, Lunev suddenly realized that he was best off staying in this region.

Andrei activated his cell phone, flipped through the “names” section and returned it to Bibik.

Where did you find it?

And here the fun begins, Old. This device was not found by me. Local found. Scattered in the bushes, on the banks of the Pripyat, not far from Dymer.

How did he get to you? - with a note of doubt in his voice asked Lunev.

Tatyana is a serious person, and you do not appear in her phone book as some “sweetie”, but by first name and surname. Here are the guys who found the phone, and immediately realized where and to whom to forward it.

When did it happen?

Two days ago. I would have called earlier, but it wasn’t easy to find you, Old. I had to establish international contacts through the special services. The FSB remained silent, but Colonel Grachev from the GRU, thanks to him, helped you find you.

I wonder how you came to him?

The earth is round, Old. It turned out that we once served in the same regiment. Back in the Soviet Union.

Tatiana definitely disappeared, but didn’t get into the meat grinder? - For some reason, Lunev flipped through the phone book to the letter “O”, closed it and stared at the roaming icon on the screen.

"Kiev Star" in the Altai Mountains was not caught, which is understandable. Roaming was provided by MTS. I wonder why not another operator? Or just here, above the mouth of Edigan, the signals of other operators were not caught? Andrei caught himself thinking that everything went astray. What is that defensive reaction? In order not to be very upset, he subconsciously decided to switch to extraneous topics, while everything that Bibik said fits into his head? Is "the train left, but the rails have not cooled down"? Is the splinter of “the name of Tatyana Sergeevna” still sitting in the heart muscle? Or did you really relax on the mainland, become too sensitive?

There was no meat grinder near the river, ”the colonel returned to the topic of conversation. “And indeed, I say, without a trace people disappear not where the massacre occurs.” The connection is different. People disappear at the same time as unknown creatures go hunting. From everywhere disappear. It happens that right from your own home. No system or connection with any bad place can be traced. Catch it? Well, so, Tatyana disappeared when the creatures were operating under the Kopach. But she was at this time, if you focus on a mobile phone ...

If you focus on the handset, and the hedgehog understands where it disappeared, - Andrey interrupted him irritably. - Only hard to believe. What did she forget in Dymer?

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Vyacheslav Shalygin is a modern science fiction writer, an honorary member of the Union of Russian Writers. In 2003, he joined the Council for Fantastic and Adventure Literature.

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The novel "Aggression" begins with a fateful date, which will remain for centuries. October 19, 2015 will go down in history as “Day of Fear”. What is behind this is still unknown, while human souls are filled with fear and anxiety. This terrifying thing has repeatedly made its way through the faults of being in various places and during each such sortie introduced its own rules of the game, which are absolutely inexplicable and alien to people. At first, the authorities of the affected countries tried to resist, but it soon became clear that they could not rise from this hellish hell into the light of day. Only the best of the best can survive, let alone benefit from this chilling universal nightmare. The experienced and brave stalker Andrei Lunev again enters the arena of hostilities, finding himself in the midst of events.

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October 19, 2015 will forever remain in history as “Day of Fear”. And the reason for this fear was something vague, but ominous. It broke through the faults of being in one place, then in another and set around its breakpoints its own rules of the game, which were completely incomprehensible to people. At first, the governments of the affected states tried to resist, but it soon became clear that they could not cope with the new natural disaster. In this utter horror, only the strongest can survive, much less profit. An experienced stalker Andrei Lunev, nicknamed Old, had to get down to business again

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10/19/2015. This day will forever remain in history as “Day of Fear”. After all, after October 19, 2015, it was fear that became the main motive for the actions of all people on the planet. He drove someone into depression, drove someone to despair, and someone, on the contrary, angered and set up resistance. And the reason for this fear was the Absolutely Unknown, why not even pick up a noun that began to slowly but surely creep around the planet. A formless, indefinite, but ominous Something broke through the faults of being in one place or another and set around its breakpoints its own rules of the game, which were completely incomprehensible to people.

At first, the breakthrough point (this place was called the "fault zone") was one - in the middle of the Kenyan capital Nairobi, a giant mud fountain suddenly shot up. But then another fault appeared, the third, tenth ...

Bangkok, Novosibirsk, Dubai, Caracas, Detroit, Moscow ... this is only part of the list of major cities that entered the top twenty injured shortly after the start of the creeping doomsday. In less than a year, by the beginning of the fall of 2016, the number of frightening anomalous zones increased to fifty and continued to grow.

Unreal amplitude earthquakes, strange "frozen" volcanic eruptions, and sandstorms unimaginable in strength and duration. Inexplicable rapid floods in shallow regions, and smoldering land without fires. Swamps full of impossible creatures, and strange territories where time changes its course. Cities in which it was impossible to find the right house, because buildings were constantly moving like checkers on a board, and cities that suddenly froze in the middle of a hot summer. This is just a short list of problems that occurred in the areas around the reality breaks.

At first, those in power tried to isolate the anomalous territories and somehow study them, but then they spat and let things go by themselves. Too many anomalous zones have become, and too different events that are not amenable to any systematization have occurred in these territories. In none of the places where the Unknown has broken into our reality have the scenarios of his invasion been repeated. The only unifying nuance at the first stage of the creeping global catastrophe was the feeling that each time from incomprehensible adjacent spaces, times or dimensions, the worst that could create or accumulate an adjacent world broke into our world.

And two more problem points. First: no one could guess where it would explode again, since there were no signs of forerunners that it was here that a rift would form.

And the second: sometimes it was impossible to understand whether you were in the fault zone or not. Even being close to its center. After all, it happened that nothing was creeping out from the fault of being, and the laws of the universe did not seem to change, but still it became unbearable in the zone around it.

However, over time, the second problem was somehow solved. This was helped by knowledge, which, as you know, is power. In this case, the force necessary for survival. This knowledge has become common signs of the points of the breakdown of existence: suppression of all types of radio communications, the presence in the center of an amorphous black blot - the actual location of the breakdown of reality, and mysterious pieces of the same type - square metal plates the size of a palm, incomprehensible to most people. One, two, and sometimes even five such things were necessarily found within the anomalous zone around each fault, through which the Absolutely Unknown once again erupted. Some time later, these gizmos came up with the name - “packaged”, but their purpose and properties remained a mystery for a long time ...

And so it all began. The world either turned upside down or turned inside out, it does not matter.

Another thing matters.

The Holocaust Season has come.

Prologue

Russia, Gorny Altai, 07/12/2016.

The sun burned mercilessly. It was as if someone had put a lens in the path of the sun, and now they burned out everything they touched. Grass along the shores turned yellow, and the low Altai mountains, rocks, stones and talus glowed hot. The smooth twigs and tree branches thrown onto the rocks in the spring dried out and now resembled the wreckage of the mammoth tusks that may have once lived in this area. Heat overtook everywhere, even in the shadows, and there seemed to be no escape from him. Fortunately, it only seemed so. There was still salvation from the heat. In caves or in a river. Fast Katun even in the hottest period, in mid-July, remained cold. Today it was perceived as a blessing.

At the next doorstep, the raft crew doused with water and blissful smiles appeared on the concentrated and slightly frightened faces of the tourists. The steering ship Andrei Lunev saw most of them only in profile, or even completely from the back, but literally felt like they relaxed for a moment. Well, for a moment you can. But no more. Immediately beyond the threshold, a stone gate awaited, and then a shiver.

- Let's go! - blocking the noise of the river, shouted Lunev. - Get ready! Nasal, attention!

Stick spoons into the comb! The left side is a move, the right side is a snag! Now all move! One, one, one ... right, subtab! All a little move!

Andrei leaned on the oar and directed the raft between two stones sticking out in the middle of the channel. The ship tilted slightly to the starboard side, but soon it leveled off and began to dance along the breakers above a kind of watery “washing board”. Stones hiding under shallow water created many small waves. Here, no effort was required from the crew.

One helmsman could hold the ship in the fairway.

- Sushi! - Andrei ordered. - Well done, they went well. Pour command!

- Glasses in a bag.

- No problem. Who is blowing our sail? .. Girl ... Nastya, huh? Drybag open. Yes, this rubber bag. Who wants to splash on the shiver, overboard.

- The water is chilling!

- This is not the Volga, but Katun. Ten degrees is the norm for her. Even a lot. Are you brave?

- And I! Cook the sugrev.

- No problem. There was a “pour” command, who is on hand? You? Pour in.

- Do you have a drink?

- Full river!

- We have sandwiches. Will you be?

- Of course. Well, for the rafting!

- Andrey, your glass.

- Thanks. For the crew! Who does not get warm, they took oars. The right side is a small move. Left, subtab. We collect swimmers.

- Hey, on the beach! - One of the tourists noticed a company sunbathing on the stones. - To your health! - Butterfly! - came from the shore.

- I don’t understand what they are screaming?

“They asked me to make a butterfly,” answered Lunev. - Such a maneuver, in half with a pirouette. You can’t refuse, tradition. Now we will gather the people, I will teach. Hey, cling to the leer! Nasal! Alexei! Give him a paddle, pull him up to the raft. Good. Now take the vest ... right ... drowned and sharply on yourself. Well done!

It didn’t take so long to train a pirouette with the beautiful name “butterfly”, but the crew managed to perform it qualitatively only when a sandbank appeared in front on the starboard side, the place where the route ended. Twice scrolling the raft around the vertical axis (the starboard side performed the “move” command, that is, rowing forward, and the left tabanil — rowing backward) and slamming the oars on the water, the wet but satisfied tourists unloaded from the vessel, pulled it ashore and began to take off simple equipment.

Andrei, meanwhile, headed for the UAZ, on the roof of which it was supposed to load a rubber vessel. The driver, seeing Lunev, immediately moved towards him.

“Your cellphone pulled me out,” the driver handed Andrei his phone number. - Every five minutes, trotted. I could not stand it, answered this ... subscription, and clarified situevina. In folk terms.

- And he? - Andrey wiped his hands on his shirt, took his phone and opened the “calls” section.

All four hours, while Lunev was on the rafting, he was called by an old acquaintance, whom Andrei wanted the least to hear. No, not because the acquaintance offended Lunev with something. He was just one of those who knew that in some circles Andrei was called not only by his first and last name, but also Old. “And he was offended,” said the driver. - He promised to fly in and lather his neck.

- And you? - Andrey pressed the call button.

- And I say, the wings of an airplane will be erased while it arrives here. And you’ll get tired of washing your neck, a thick little one. Like, I say, I didn’t soap you.

“His neck is thicker,” Andrew grinned. - And he knows how to soap better. That's it, Borya, thank you, get off. Hello?

“And hello to you, good man,” answered a friend. - How do you hang around? Conquered all the rapids?

- What is there. The heat is the second month, the snow in the mountains has long melted. Water fell a meter, scrubbed all the way with spoons along the bottom. The mattress alloy turned out, no pleasure.

- Clear. The marines have no place in the swamp. So maybe his? Will you be back?

“Where am I going, Bibik, coming back.” In a week. By evening, they promise to rain, they should charge for three days. As you finish pouring, the water rises above the eyebrows. I will spend tourists around Bashkaus and will immediately return. No problem. Only you will not benefit from my return, do not hope. I will return to Moscow, and not to Kiev. I walked through the contaminated area.

- That's right. And if you have a special interest?

- Stop, Colonel! - was cautious Lunev. “You have some kind of voice ... not like that.” And you speak in riddles. Something happened?

- Something like that. You do not follow the news from your Tmutarakan at all? Although ... about this news, even on the Internet what the hell you will find.

- Actually, Tmutarakan on the Taman Peninsula. Stop chewing on me. What's wrong? “How would you feel softer ...” the colonel took a short pause. - When did you go to the movies last time?

- In terms of? - Lunev squinted. “What hints again?”

- One interesting video I want to show you. Secret.

“Don't show me anything.” Told you tied up!

“When people scream like that on the phone, it becomes clear that they really didn't get a damn thing,” Bibik's voice suddenly seemed to split. Now it sounded both from the tube and from somewhere behind.

Lunev hung up the connection and turned around. The colonel sat on the nearest boulder and looked at Andrei.

“Sneaked up like a fox, unnoticed,” Lunev said irritably and folded his arms over his chest.

- You relaxed, Old, on the mainland, - Bibik grinned and handed Andrei an “iPhone”. “Just take a look, free and without any obligation.” Is it difficult, or what? It will be interesting to you, I guarantee.

“I will not watch anything,” Andrei said grimly at the colonel.

- In vain flew, right? - Bibik deliberately upset. - Do not lamb, take a look. In a friendly request. We are friends, right?

“That's a bore,” Andrei took the telephone from the colonel and turned on the video.

The flickering of frames on a small screen caused even more irritation than the colonel’s obsession, but the video turned out to be really entertaining, and in the second minute Lunev stopped paying attention to the quality of the movie, focusing on the details. The action took place clearly in the Chernobyl exclusion zone. A detachment of young thrill seekers decided to secretly sneak into the radioactive territory, but fell into a sharp binding and could not get out of it. Through the efforts of an unknown enemy, all walkers turned into mincemeat.

“What a nightmare,” Lunev said indifferently, returning the telephone to the colonel. - So, what is next?

- Does it resemble anything?

- Not. Unless bloodthirsty, like Tarantino’s. What kind of movie is this? Did Hollywood try again?

- The document is in its purest form. And this is just one episode. It's already the fifteenth or so month. My people got off their feet, but the strangest thing is not that we are forced to lose face, but that all experts unanimously reiterate: illegal groups or a wild beast are out of business. Groupings themselves suffer.

- Anomaly?

- Nothing of the kind is observed. In crowded places, a carnage suddenly begins, lasts about five minutes and ends abruptly. Like a switch - click! - and that’s all, again peace and quiet. Like in a cemetery. Neither guessing where to start, nor hiding is impossible. One real way to survive is not to gather more than three within sight. But it’s not very successful. Not your own, so strangers will accidentally approach. The zone and its surroundings are not on the moon. Three steps to the south and that's all, already Kiev. People like ants in an anthill. In short, there is practically no real defense against adversity. And it’s impossible to survive if you get involved. Only corpses remain in place, no wounded.

- How are you killed?

- Unknown. But nine out of ten pieces are lying around. Doctors say it looks like they killed people through a meat grinder.

“Then it’s for sure an anomaly.”

“No, I tell you!” If you watch this video in slow motion, you can see that some creature is wielding, or several creatures. They just move very fast. We patrols equipped with special cameras, so that if they see the batch, removed in accelerated mode. Here is the catch.

Bibik opened the photo and again handed the iPhone to the Old. Andrei studied the new picture and shook his head:

- Beauties. But I have never met such before, a fact.

Didn’t you try to shoot?

- It was a deal. Just past everything. Bullets for these creatures seem to be like those mosquitoes. Sting sensitively, but fly slowly. One option: accelerate to the speed of creatures and point blank ... but few are capable of such.

“And what do you want from me?”

- You did not listen. In connection with the general problem, there has been a warming of relations between illegal residents of the exclusion zone and the authorities. I had to establish any contacts and together look for a way out of the crisis. But there is little use so far. The only group from which there is good is mercenaries.

Your former buddies.

- Even so?

“Well, I say - I had to curse myself even at such a level.” The most nasty thing is that mercenaries are really effective. Where they appear, the carnage ceases almost immediately. Then they were not invited to one butch; the case was doubled against the usual one.

And the corpses, or rather - minced meat, turned out to be a mountain.

- Maybe this is a game? Some mercenaries cripple the people, while others “treat you”. I mean, they go to your brains to pull out money. By the way, what office are you working on now?

- On the state. SBU Well, intrigued?

- But only. Why should I get involved in this, and what can I do? Who solves the problems, so work. My former syndicate brothers or I, what's the difference?

- And such that they do not submit to us and do not even cooperate. Only grandmas are shaking.

“Ah, that’s why they weren’t called for one storm.”

They regretted the money, huh?

- I do not know. Maybe they spared money, or maybe, like an indicative flogging, they arranged for illegal immigrants. So that they finally understand where they live and why it would be better for them to get away from the zone. In short, I don’t know, I’m not getting into politics, the general is engaged in this.

- Ostapenko?

- He is. Then the adjutant of the general case with the attendants handed over to the intermediary, settled the case, and the mercenaries as a bayonet to the next call.

“But the idea of \u200b\u200bsaving you did not leave, and you decided to hire me?”

- It is not a matter of economy, of reliability.

- No, Bibik, I do not agree. Understand yourself, not the first time.

- Old, you know me. I have seen no less than yours and have endured fear - I have already forgotten how to fear. But in this case there is some second bottom, and on it lurked something more terrible than unknown creatures. I can smell it, things are really bad.

“I understand and sympathize, but you did not convince me.”

“I knew you would say that.”

- And if you knew what was the whole overture? Eh, Bibik, Bibik, what a stupid diplomat you were, that is what you stayed like. It's time to spread trumps, Colonel. What is in store?

- Okay, I got it. I said that every time a bunch of corpses remain in place. But that’s not all. About as many people after each incident simply disappear. Without a sea of \u200b\u200bblood. And not necessarily in the exclusion zone, in the borderlands, right down to Dymer. And sometimes people disappear completely from the outskirts of Kiev. And it is they that disappear, as if in a circus focus. Literally, there was just a man drinking with you at the bar, you turned away for a moment, turn back - there isn’t him! Or even cooler - for example, we were driving passengers with you in a car and suddenly - bang! - there is nobody. Things may remain or documents, but themselves - like a cow tongue. Do you understand?

- Do not drag the cat under your tail!

“I don’t know how important this is for you ... you, as I understand it, broke up ... not so long ago,” the colonel handed Andrei another phone. - Here.

The phone was the same. Lunev gave it to Tatyana a year ago, three days before the disagreement, after which Stary escaped to hell, in the excruciating hope of really tying up both the zone and the hopeless romance.

In any case, this was the “official version”. In fact, Andrei’s return to the mainland from the Chernobyl exclusion zone was decided four years ago. The “planned relapse” of the case four years ago demanded the presence of Lunev on February 29, 2016 in one of the Siberian towns. However, this is a different story. Although this explains the fact that in the end Andrei found himself in Altai. Having settled old affairs, Lunev suddenly realized that he was best off staying in this region.

Andrei activated his cell phone, flipped through the “names” section and returned it to Bibik.

- Where did you find it?

- And here the most interesting begins, Old. This device was not found by me. Local found. Scattered in the bushes, on the banks of the Pripyat, not far from Dymer.

- How did he get to you? - with a note of doubt in his voice asked Lunev.

- Tatyana is a serious person, and you do not appear in her phone book as some “sweetie”, but by your first and last name. Here are the guys who found the phone, and immediately realized where and to whom to forward it.

- When did it happen?

- Two days ago. I would have called earlier, but it wasn’t easy to find you, Old. I had to establish international contacts through the special services. The FSB remained silent, but Colonel Grachev from the GRU, thanks to him, helped you find you.

“I wonder how you came to him.”

- The earth is round, Old. It turned out that we once served in the same regiment. Back in the Soviet Union.

- Tatyana just disappeared, but didn’t get into the meat grinder? - For some reason, Lunev flipped through the phone book to the letter “O”, closed it and stared at the roaming icon on the screen.

"Kiev Star" in the Altai Mountains was not caught, which is understandable. Roaming was provided by MTS. I wonder why not another operator? Or just here, above the mouth of Edigan, the signals of other operators were not caught? Andrei caught himself thinking that everything went astray. What is that defensive reaction? In order not to be very upset, he subconsciously decided to switch to extraneous topics, while everything that Bibik said fits into his head? Is "the train left, but the rails have not cooled down"? Is the splinter of “the name of Tatyana Sergeevna” still sitting in the heart muscle? Or did you really relax on the mainland, become too sensitive?

“There were no meat grinders near the river,” the colonel returned to the topic of conversation. “And indeed, I say, without a trace people disappear not where the massacre occurs.” The connection is different. People disappear at the same time as unknown creatures go hunting. From everywhere they disappear. It happens that right from your own home. No system or connection with any bad place can be traced. Catch it? Well, so, Tatyana disappeared when the creatures were operating under the Kopach. But she was at this time, if you focus on a mobile phone ...

“If you focus on the handset, and the hedgehog knows where it disappeared,” Andrei interrupted irritably. - Only hard to believe. What did she forget in Dymer?

Bibik nodded.

- To be honest, I also doubted when I heard about Dymer. She had nothing to do there. But we have no other starting point for the search. In the past two weeks, Tatyana has not had a specific task. It turned out something like a vacation. Could wander anywhere.

Lunev finally threw extraneous thoughts out of his head and took control of emotion. This, by the way, was not difficult. Still, a great thing is hardening, acquired over many years in hot spots and in dangerous territories. You don’t lose her in a year. Not even three. And if you add hardening, gained to hot spots ... In short, Lunev felt with his whole body that he was returning to the usual combat mode, and he honestly liked that. He could still convince Bibik and himself for another day that he did not want to return, but subconsciously was already in business. The people faithfully say no matter how much the wolf feeds, but he looks into the forest. Into a forest full of all kinds of evil spirits. And not necessarily in a figurative sense.

- What are the chances that she is alive?

- I don’t know yet. But not zero, for sure. I have a suspicion that she threw out the telephone specially. For example, before the villains dragged her into their lair. Tatyana Sergeevna was always friends with her head, even though a woman.

“So, people are somehow kidnapped at the same time when some creatures are rampaging in another sector,” said Andrey thoughtfully and again found himself considering the situation from the perspective of a fighter, not a consultant. This fact put an end to his internal struggle. Outwardly, Lunev did not indicate in any way that he had made a final decision, but Bibik guessed everything. It was not difficult to read on the satisfied physiognomy of the colonel. “Sounds like a distraction.”

“It seems,” the colonel agreed, “it’s not clear which of the maneuvers is actually the main one, and which is distracting.”