The collapse of civilization. 1 season. Дмитрий Щеглов
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security room when suddenly someone called to him, it was Kostya the guard. He was tall, broad-shouldered, completely bald, with blue eyes. He was friends with Igor and his brother Sergei. Kostya nodded Igor to his room.
–What happened?
Igor asked cautiously.
Kostya looked around, then closed the door to the room, and only then did he answer.
– You understand with me this happened in the morning and I need to share it with someone, but only you and my brother, my friends, your brother is not up to the talk of today's work more than usual, and now I see you thinking, though I'll tell you everything.
– Are you talking about this strange epidemic?
– Yes, I think that this is all connected, okay, listen I go it means to myself calmly today early in the morning to work, suddenly I hear a cry, help it bit it! I went to see what happened, it turned out, screamed a woman, I see she is standing in the alley with some guy, he stands leaning against the wall with a pale look and he has blood on his shoulder. I did not even have time to ask what happened when the police crew arrived, and with them, for some reason, two quick help. The woman and the man were immediately sent to one of them to the hospital, and they told me in rude form if they were going where they were going. I pretended that I was leaving, but I myself hid behind a nearby car. And I see two policemen coming into the alley, two flashes flashed from the alley, I think they were shots although no sound was possible, they used mufflers, then the ambulance opened and two doctors with stretchers came out, the doctors were in special suits who put on with dangerous viruses, followed by another couple of doctors in the same suits and also with a stretcher, and a minute later another they were walking back on a stretcher lying bodies covered with some kind of cloth, then they showed up and the police they got into the car and drove off , while in Achi loaded the body into the ambulance and drove off in a trail behind them. Kostya fell silent, there was complete silence, broken only by the sounds of a working computer
–What the hell is going on in the city?
Violated the silence of Igor
–Good question.
Kostya answered him. Igor just realized that he was already late for work, he quickly said goodbye to Kostya, and went to his room. A few minutes later he was at his workplace and took his clothes. Today in the wardrobe was only two Igor and Valentina, (mostly in the wardrobe worked only pensioners), as it turned out, many people fell ill at the theater, in fact, it affected all the staff. The performance started, people came a little, and despite the warm weather, even the anomalously hot, as they said in the news, some came as much in jackets. Igor plopped down on a chair, the story of Kostya made him think hard. Igor woke up from his thoughts only when he realized that people were coming in and an intermission began. He was dressed four people, they were obviously sick all the time coughing and they obviously froze, and one man was already shaking, he took his jacket though he had a light jacket, but did not go to the exit, he went back to the hall, a few minutes later the performance began , the remaining time Igor sat in meditation, but suddenly when there was no more than five minutes left till the end of the play, two men and a woman descended into the foyer, the man was already barely standing on his feet, she put him on the sofa near the door and herself began to call somewhere. Igor, on the back ran a chill, because it was the man who wore it and which swayed. Sometime later, police went to the theater, he began to say something to the woman, then went to the doctors with a stretcher, and another guardian of order, the doctors put a man on a stretcher, and a representative of the authorities something whispered to the doctor, the police left with the woman, after them doctors with a stretcher were stitched.
Chapter 3
The play ended, the people dispersed. Igor gathered and went home, he was immersed in thoughts, and thought about what is really happening in the city and only now, realized that some people are sick, and others are absolutely healthy.
–I wonder why?
Igor thought to himself, he walked along the service corridor in deep thoughtfulness, and nearly fell upon his brother:
–I just behind you,
Said Sergei and without giving anything to respond to Igor added:
–Go here.
Despite the difference in the age of only one year, Sergei was above Igor almost on his head, a sturdy stocky, with short-cropped dark hair, and gray blue eyes, glasses, a dark plastic frame. He was clearly alarmed, they walked along the corridor and opened the door and found themselves in front of the security room, there were six police officers.
–What are you doing here?
Somehow one of the police officers asked rudely,
–Working.
For some reason, Igor and Sergey answered in chorus.
The policeman continued as if nothing had happened.
"What are your surnames?"
– We are Kruglovs.
Sergey answered. They just noticed that the policeman has a security log in his hands, and the security room is closed and from there the voices of two other policemen and Bones are heard.
– Go where you went …
A police officer clenched through his teeth, noticing that they were staring at the door, and made some notes in the magazine. Ten minutes later, Igor and Sergei were already walking across the park to a stop, a cold wind was blowing and it began to rain. The weather finally deteriorated, the siren sounded every now and then. When they finally got to the stop, it was already twenty minutes past eleven in the evening, the first thing that caught their eye when they approached the stop was the military Hammer.
–Military!?
Igor was surprised.
–There you are.
Sergei jabbed Igor in the side and nodded at the stop, there were two of them were in military uniform, and the second was civilian, and they were talking about something, but so quietly that it was impossible to understand a single word, it was impossible. Finally, the bus pulled up, and Sergei and Igor went inside, the bus stood still a little and went. In the cabin was full of empty seats. They took a place farther from the door. The stops were changing, but the brothers rode in silence, without uttering a word, at last Igor could not stand it first:
"What is going on in the first place is the police and the ambulance is now also military." Sergei shrugged his shoulders, then suddenly looked around, looked back and making sure that no one was around and no one was listening, he began to say:
"I saw this today."
And again he looked around:
– I work on the central balcony and I see two people walking along the street near the theater, but somehow strangely swaying and obviously not even oriented in space. I watch, and one of them bleeds from the neck, I thought at first it was impossible to see from such a distance, then I took out my cell phone and looked through the camera, enlarging the image, when I realized that it did not seem, I already had a cold sweat broke through, and I immediately began to shoot it on video. Through the camera I saw that at one of them the neck seemed to be bitten, and blood was flowing from it, and they both had some strange eyes, some colorless lines … almost transparent. After a while, the chief called me and the record had to be turned off, he called me to talk about the work, when I went back to the balcony, now there were not any people in sight. Sergei abruptly stopped, and at that time Igor spoke again, he told Sergei everything that he had seen and heard today.
–Yes, well, things are happening.
Stretched out Sergei thoughtfully. Suddenly a military truck "Ural" with a tarpaulin roof on the back of the bus flew past the bus. The sirens began to sound again somewhere. Finally, the bus stopped at the right stop. For about fifteen minutes Igor and Sergei were at home. An excited mother ran out into the hallway. Her name was Oksana Yurievna, she was a "small", nimble woman with short black hair and dark brown eyes.
– How are you? How was the ride? are you all right?
She began to stir excitedly.
–Yes,