[14/20] Makarovgrad will win!!!

THOSE WHO LIVE WELL WHO ARE EMPLOYEES OF SBM

We approached my castle along a new
road. During those two months that I was in the hospital, Andrei managed to do a lot.
- Well, thank you, Andrei, for such
care! - I thanked my
friend from the bottom of my heart.
- Well, what are you talking about? You were “sick,” which means there were no assignments. So I worked hard. And at the same time I had a rest in nature. Besides, was I the only one who worked
? Did I even work? - he remarked.
I didn’t notice it. He even put the road to school in order. Then I suddenly
discovered some kind of structure on the
horizon. There were still
eight kilometers to my castle and I asked:
- Whose mansions are these? - and pointed to
the spire.
- Now you’ll see... - Andrey said mysteriously.
We drove another five kilometers and I
saw it, but couldn’t believe my eyes.
True, I don’t trust them for a long time and they
sometimes get offended by me. But what happened to my castle? He grew
at least twice and...
My joy did not last long.
A crushing blow crushed the car
in which we were traveling.
- What the hell? - I yelled to the KAMAZ driver who was getting out of the cab. He was not
visible, only his legs could
be seen from behind the car.
He slowly approached ourflattened
car and pointed his weapon at us.
Perhaps this is a serious thing.
“Good afternoon,” he said, looking at
Andrey, who in an unnatural
position was pressed against the broken windshield with his face.
Then I realized who this unfortunate driver looked like. It's been a while since I looked in the mirror. The super agent was not embarrassed by this and
he greeted the human double by waving his free leg.
“Move away, Andrey,” he asked,
pointing a strange tube at me. It didn't take long to ask Chuev, and he, unbending the body of the car, jumped out of it.
For some reason I didn't like this
instruction and I got nervous. And when I'm
nervous, I'm armed and very dangerous.
The double shot, but I wasn't in the car for a long time. And I was near the offender with my foot raised for a sneaky blow. The next moment, the government Volga exploded, and the false Seva bent over from the blow he received in the groin area. I really
do not like it when they use such a technique
on my body. And in this we turned out to be similar. Having recovered surprisingly quickly, the enemy raised his weapon, but at that moment he received such a stump that you simply marvel at how rarely such a beautiful technique is achieved. NePotapov fell face down into the late
autumn mud, which Chuev and I
deliberatelykneaded with boots. The stranger
lay in the warm liquid mud, and we warmed ourselves
by the fire of the dying car. Having warmed up, we
guessed that it would be a good idea to search
the pseudo-Seva, soaked in liquid. Andrei
threw a coin and, of course, I went.
Walking through the slush, I bent over
the unfortunate man. He was still alive. Great...
- Chuev! He's ALIVE!!! - I shouted and broke into a dance. Wild dancing and wild
screams pierced the early dusk. Andrey
also did not lag behind me. The satanic dances continued in the light of the burning Volga. The stranger tried to escape, but we
tied him and threw him into the back of a KAMAZ.
After dancing to our heart's content, we went to my
castle.
We got there without any problems. The castle was
rebuilt. All the furniture
has been restored, the most powerful computer in the world has been installed in my secret
laboratory. After dinner, we remembered the
prisoner. He was still alive and cursed dirty
when we took him to the dungeon.
I tied him to a post in a gloomy basement, lit only by torches.
The uneven red fire illuminated the torture chamber with a devilish light. Chuev was lighting birch wood in a specially equipped fireplace. The logs crackled ominously, burning and spitting sparks.
- Oh, you sadists! I'll report! I'll report
to wherever! - started swearingdouble
when I took out the gag, but it was still early. He
had another chance to yell.
- Shut your mouth and listen! - Andrei began the interrogation, - if you answer the questions, you will suffer less. While the super agent was explaining the rights to the prisoner, I heated pliers, needles, pliers, wedges, swords, saws, hammers, irons, planes, jointers, soldering irons, sledgehammers, spikes, corpse hammers, pliers,
drills, anvils, forks, spoons,
penknives, scalpels, stethoscopes and
ZUB - Creepy Horrible Drill. Seeing
so many objects
intended for torturing and
killing human flesh,
the prisoner burst into tears. He remembered his homeland and his childhood spent in Buchenwald. I was ready to remind him of those fun times.
“I will speak,” the double said doomedly.
“Nobody asks you to speak!” - Chuev yelled at him, - Seva, punish him!
Potapov approached the horrified man
and stuck a red-hot knitting needle into his hand.
The man began to exude curses and
prophecies. Andrey kicked him in the gut and
the man fell silent.
- So, Who Are You?! Answer!!! - The best intelligence officer - Chuev - cried out in a terrible voice! - I am a special agent of the opposition - Artem
Malyshev, - answered the doubledirector of the SBM, writhing in agony. The flour was damp and rubbed the hands of the subject.
- Who is in charge?! Answer!!! - the fan of "THE
EXPLOITED" continued or in a satanic voice - Chuev!
- Suvorov is in charge... The one who is in charge of your
special sector, - the poor fellow answered in a weak
voice.
- Why did you change into the Director of SBM And
What is Your Task?! Answer!!! -
no less than the lover of “Civil Defense” continued to shout in an afterlife
voice -
Chuev!
- My task was to kill the director of the SBM;
to sow confusion in the government and the
security service, using the appearance of
Comrade Potapov. This is Suvorov’s order,” Artyom said and lowered his head exhaustedly.
“Who Dressed Up as Me, Super Agent
Chuev?! Answer!!! - Chuev yelled, shaking his huge fists in the face of the oppositionist. The dialogue was clearly a success.
But, for some reason, Malyshev was silent, not knowing
what to say. He was surprised by this
question.
- Answer!!! Why are you silent?! Seva, Nails
! - Chuev yelled in the face of the deceiver!
I waited a long time and decided to take it out on my
double. For a long time I dreamed of torturing myself. I used asbestos gloves to pick up the almost
melted pliers, white from the temperature. Chuev grabbed the oppositionist by the hand
and held it so that the enemy could see his
torture. IGently pressed the nail
of his index finger and slowly turned it.
- I DON’T KNOW WHO!!!!!! - A terrible scream pierced the night. It’s strange, why is he screaming like that?
I continued. He took a red-hot needle and slowly pushed it under the nail of his middle finger. Artem cried out again:
- Honestly, I DON’T KNOW!!!
I was sick of his screams and decided to take extreme measures.
The horror was visible even in the eyes of the seasoned
Chuyev when I began this terrible
torture. Andrey opened the spy's mouth, and I
started the ZUB drill. With a pleasant buzzing, the drill devilishly slowly approached the teeth of the doomed man. He twitched, trying to get out of Chuev's claws, but it was useless. The drill bit into the teeth of a man dying from fear and loss of courage, the weapon of Satan and people in white robes began to devour the enamel and dental roots. The spectacle was amazing in its terrible effect. Fragments of teeth and scraps of curses flew in all directions, abundantly exuded by Artyom Malyshev's devastated mouth. Suddenly he went limp and hung on the ropes. The doctor declared death from lung failure.
Having washed our hands, conscience and money, we went into the living room and had a hearty dinner. To
calm our nerves we watched a horror movie
and fell asleep.
The life of SBM employees is hard, thatни
говори...

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