[10/20] Makarovgrad will win!!!

Potapov got up on the wrong foot, but when
remembered how cleverly he had deceived the enemy,
his mood immediately lifted.
- Shtoza! - the usual cry of the SBM director was heard. Seva cheerfully stood up and jogged to the water closet. Relieved, he rushed into the living room.
- Shtoza! - I shouted again, - I didn’t
understand!
I ran around the house four times until
I realized that there was no devil, or rather, there was no devil. I ran to the garage, and there was absolutely horror:
my car was gone, my mechanic was gone
It was broken.
I sat down on the canister I had stored and
tried to think. The thought was sick.
Deciding not to mock the thought
processes in my head, I rushed into the
secret office. Turning on my combat
computer and waiting for it to come to full combat readiness, I prepared myself
breakfast. Having had a hearty breakfast, I ran into
the office and sat down at the console.
Two
new files appeared on the screen in the notes folder. I opened one, cutting myself in the process, and read "I'll be back Sh.Ch." I
began to think, what does “I’ll be back
” mean? Someone was here, I wasn't. He
left a message that he would be back. But
what did he need and why the hell did he
turn on my combat computer, which
has more information than anywhere else? Only Vasily has more. So someonegot into
my secret data. I frantically checked the file with the discography of the Civil Defense, but everything was there. Still,
who is Sh.Ch? Suddenly it dawned on me -
Scary Man. I decided to look into the second file. It contained:
"Your master died under strange
circumstances. Sh.Ch"
Again this Scary Man.
“My poor master died, and I never paid him,” I was upset. Where is
Shtoza the Devil? Maybe him too?
After playing Tetris, I decided to enter
the information into the combat computer. In response to the request
I received:
- Not enough information...
But excuse me, only Vaska has more.
So to him.
I rushed to the radiotelephone, cut
the wire from the tortured iron and dialed
Vasya's number.
- Good afternoon, - I said more or less
calmly.
- Good day, - I heard good day voice
Vasya’s wife.
- Hello, Anya. Please call
Vasily, - I asked.
- Sorry, Seva, but he’s not here. He's in
school...
I hung up. And he's gone. I tried
to calm down and list all the information
that I could collect:

Today is October 11, 1995. 11 o'clock
am. Wednesday. Andrey disappeared, Shtoza the Devil
disappeared, Vasily disappeared, Vint Razdolbaylo
was killed (I had no doubt about that, I would
kill him), my Ferrari also disappeared, into my
houseThe Scary Man has penetrated and
intends to return...

That's all the information. Maybe call
Lapezia? I carefully dialed the number, but no one answered the phone. All. They
took everyone. I was left alone - a director without
subordinates.
I rushed about like a hunted animal. I ran around the house and destroyed everything that got in my way. Beat windows; shot at sockets,
TV sets. I tore the wallpaper on the walls. I was cutting
carpets.
... After a while, only one whole thing remained in the house - a sledgehammer in my
hands. I broke it over my knee and threw it from the third floor. There was a scream and I saw
the postman fall. Powerless, I fell
on the destroyed sofa and fell asleep.
The call of the radiotelephone woke me up. I
grabbed it and threw it out the window, following
the sledgehammer. The scream was heard again. I
looked through the hole in the wall and noticed
that the postman had finished off the telephone. It was getting dark.
Twilight hid the forest in front of my villa,
built in the style of a medieval castle.
Then I thought, who called me? I
no longer doubted who would be next.
Shaking off the shards of glass and
plastic that covered my
bed, I again collapsed on the dirty sofa.
Sleep...
... I woke up at night and noticed how quiet
and calm the autumn night was. Only some
screams came from the sidebridge-museum.
Drinking again, bastards. I walked through the ruined rooms of my once luxurious castle and looked at the chaos that had triumphed here. I climbed the East-Looking Tower. The starry sky beckoned me. The wind fluttered the flaps of my cloak, but I was warm. I
stepped over the fallen flagpole with
the national flag and approached the battlements
of the tower. Suddenly, I heard the painfully familiar noise of an engine and realized that it was behind me. The car, its tires rustling on the gravel, stopped at the main entrance. You can't see the car at all. I heard the door open and someone get out of the car. So
he slammed the door and walked up to the stairs.
the stranger climbed it, disgustingly
thumping with his heavy military boots. Then the door creaked and the killer entered the house. I heard the clang of the shutter and the heavy footsteps of a running man. All I could do was wait. I had already decided for myself - I would throw myself down so as not to be captured. Climbing
to the stone battlements of the tower, I stood with my back to
the door, and my face to inevitable death.
It seems the door is opening... No,
it seemed. And, here it is, the running of a loaded man. Footsteps are approaching. Here he
barges into the door and clears his throat.
I jump. I'm flying and thinking, what a pity that this is my last flight. The earth is rapidly approaching and II hear:
- Seva, wait, where are you going? - the voice of Andrey
Chuev, SBM super agent.
Suddenly I notice that the car standing at
the entrance is my Ferrari. I realize with horror
that Andrei brought me my car
and at that moment I come into contact with the ground.
Flash...

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