Текст книги "Don't kill"

Автор книги: Boris Gorowoi

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*

Dux madly looked at him, closed the suitcase, quickly and disgracefully went away under the guard’s vigilant furious look. Having cried something no distinct, the security chased after him wanting to take the unknown object of this strange man. But that type with a smile was running quickly and quickly adroitly avoiding and foolishly waving that scolopendra and said with an awful accent:

– Jo ncho dioniuon, Jo ncho dioniuon,– as one could translate “checking of the power supply” and didn’t allow the guard to get that he wanted.

Then, the security, having breathed out with the third breath ball dzen threw his hand out like a flying arrow of the furious snow leopard and caught the handle of the equipment having quickly punched him with the “tcaili-fo” punch and hurt the opponent’s nose. The equipment dropped out of Colonel’s hand, having made an arc and flopped down on the grass. That was too much! Observing with one eye the opened guard’s holster he continued depicting without consciousness, Dux estimated the situation. Having noticed not far an approaching car, he caught the opponent by the sleeve and pretended to gasp. Having calculated the car’s trajectory, he slightly pushed the guard and in an incredible jump he caught the scanner and ran to intercept the car. An awful squeal of brakes and a long signal regained the guard’s consciousness. Helplessly the fighter was catching the holster , depicted fury and walked away. A driver in the car was swinging his arms, swearing and Colonel said quietly:

– “Paopao” is it just a name? I feel instinctively that no!

Unfortunately, his favourite way malfunctioned. No, no, he tried to climb somewhere but it wasn’t so easy as he thought. Of course, he could enter the object for two days. But he had lack of time.

*

Dux ran around the forest along the winding roads and returned to his hole. The sun already caught the furry green hills shining through the trees and lighting up with bright white light. Colonel rummaged in his bag and as a magician took out a heavy tin with the inscription “Grimm” and at the bottom there was written “Made in the USSR” and lower the number of the State Standard. That box Dux found at the factory in Khlebnikovo when he was a student. Having fixed a mirror near the stone, he began changing his appearance. He used invisible sticky braces, sticky eyelashes and eyebrows, gumming, coating and painted whitish age bristle. When he had time he could make real masterpieces. About the twilights, a stooped old man full of dignity with a wallet on his back and a long black staff passed across the hill. It was quickly got dark as it is on the south.

Colonel waited passionately. The cameras which he put in the morning automatically fixed an exit and an entrance of the residence. He paid attention at a big charter car. Probably, that worker was driving there and back in household affairs. At the turn with a high slope the car had to stop.

An old man blended with a tree. Suddenly, the evening breeze roared and thick trees echoed with the crunch, a mandarin duck quacked golden monkeys cried out something and an unknown to a man night life, lit up with the multi colored sky of the big city, started.

During rare moments of silence he felt weak but thinking reed, as said Descartes. His strange terrible job completely shielded his own ego. And during the rare moments of freedom he enjoyed staying alone. Under the load of remembers he saw rivers which had the beginning and the end but he also saw another river which didn’t have the beginning. He saw a blue sky with an endless horizon and an amazing princess leaving the night from behind the mountains. And a remembering of the numerous Syberian hard labours and exiles, some of them could be his parents, a brother or a sister. And he has to live to this remembering not to be suppressed and not to sink into oblivion. And let the personality with inherent knowledge of the truth, who can face the lie, humiliation in tortures to crush a man even if there are few such people, return like a chaste baby.

*

Finally, the truck "Dina" has rumbled. For a top– subversive the knowledge of any car bottom is like passing the rules of traffic. One thoroughly study all the surfaces, chinks, potential hiding places and wires. The wires, for example, can be cut to the car not to leave or put there a plastid and blow the car up at the time of switching on the ignition. One can push into it microphones or make the car stop at inappropriate time, having planted discrediting evidence or drugs. A special chick since Smersh was the ability to stay under the horse's belly or to clutch at the bottom of the truck.

Nevertheless, Colonel had to feel some unpleasant seconds, dangling under the bottom of the low Toyota and scratching on the gravel and the asphalt.

– I’m getting old – thought Dux.

The truck drove up a couple of hundred yards and stopped in front of the gate. With a keen ear Colonel heard the guards have been talking for a long time in Mandarin and finally the huge powerful gates of the object were slowly opened. Having risen at the thirty yards, the truck stopped. During the last rise, he could clearly see two pairs of feet in the black army shoes. And he was already seeing several dozens of pairs from all sides and under the bottom of the car appeared several guns aimed at him.

– This is a failure! – thought Colonel.

– Slowly luggage put your gun down, amigo – said in a sweet singing voice in English a short Mandarin man with the mustache, probably, the chief of the guard. Next to him, if one can say so, there was happily shining the guard’s face who couldn’t to catch this impudent saboteur in the morning.

Colonel was pushed out of under the car by the strongest punches and instantly the square closed in a moment. They were beating silently, strongly with boots, butts, palms and feet. The first punches he could control, but some strong professional uppercuts knockout Dux, turning him into a cutlet.

*

Consciousness was slowly regaining to him. He slowly tried to see something through the eyelashes chinks, but he saw only black and violet darkness. The only thing he could understand is that he was still alive. Suddenly, someone said briefly something incomprehensible and Dux was thrown cold water over. I was foolishly to pretend. He lay naked with wounds and bruises on the parade ground stones.

– Stand up, amigo , – sadly said that sugary voice – stand up, amigo!

Colonel slowly stood up. Four carbines were aimed at chest. Then he straightened his shoulders, took heart, smiled proudly with his broken lips mockingly looked over cold guards’ eyes, and looked at the sky. The officer read something unintelligible.

– Probably, there won’t be the last word – he thought – it’s for better!

As a professional, he was already ready for such end. A sugary man croaked:

– Be ready!

One part of his soul, rejoicing at the unthinkable fear and infantile purity, has already lit up by the incredible rising up light. Another part, with its strong affections, with his wounded aching body, was keeping by the spirit of a fighter.

– Fire!

*

It’s nice to be such a pre-war Berlin professor, to give lectures to the preoccupied young people, to extemporize many not very clear syllogisms, designate maxims, to teach or to make the audience laugh, sometimes feeling like a god. To try not to be late, to cook an omelette with the bacon and tomatoes in time in the morning, not to miss workouts. For the last seven years of their common life, Thomas has been a real half, reliable like a university campus. A harmonized professorial couple sometimes seemed to be inseparable. She called him "bunny", and he called her "my treasure." When he left for a short while, the cell phone became a melodic continuation of their conversations, and during the lectures and seminars they were constantly exchanging messages.

That’s why, when he suddenly disappeared somewhere, she was nervous a little bit. They have just been together in the hall, and he ran to buy some sandwiches, and she sat at the table. Ten minutes later, the next announced performance was about to start. She began to go quickly round the thinning out hall.

– Great – she thought, – he stuck in the toilet.

She came to the men's room in the bounds of decency, but instead of Thomas a lanky person wearing spectacles darted out of there and then there was again the silence. She ran to the auditorium just for a formality and got back. The worst thing was that the cell phone answered her with long beeps.

She was rushing round the infinite cube Club de Hong Kong, touching people who seemed to be like sleepy flies. Suddenly she saw policemen and men in the civilian clothes. There were four black boxes on the floor. Some of them were marked with chalk. There was a photographer with a tripod next to her. She was about to start hysteria. As if she was involved into a bad vaudeville, burning with a chain of external forces. Slowly she began to run around flights of stairs span and club corridors.

Near some dark stairs she heard a heavy groaning breathing and someone grabbed firmly and pushed her powerfully. The unbearable pain coincided with her hysterical shout. She hit professionally the rapist in the groin, and weakened his grip and ran down the stairs with a heartrending squeal. But a big grey hood was approaching faster and faster.

*

In any severe deep belief system of views one can see the God at the bottom. With the birth a baby has the immortal restless soul. In the infancy, it rejoices and cries and draws his childhood with bright rich colors, which stays in the memory of the mortal the main support till the end of life. A classical European philosophy recognizes by force de facto existing in the child a priori a ready system of knowledge with its own ego. Ancient books are coincided in the concept of a newborn Mahat, the powerful baby easily creating new worlds. It isn’t clear where the unconscious comes from, the memory of ancestors and where it is. The conception of spirit, absolute spirit and the Holy Spirit is more incomprehensible.

Ancient books claim that this body like a finger is in the solar plexus and consists of another subtle substance than the soul. Many sages unite the codes of isolated human lives with the multilevel records of the absolute ideal spirit and world soul. A man goes to different endless gods, spirits and spices, and that’s why he can not establish firm external for him basics. The only which he can build is his own system of views. But it also can’t stand the criticism. Even Kant’s one. That’s why the only compass for the individual is a moral categorical imperative, the tunnel of his inner ego and external fuzzy world.

And how wise and strong man you are, you will be distressed and will burst into tears when this moment comes, all your bases and habits will go to rack and ruin and you will jump naked into eternity with the last leap, breaking all your affections.

*

– Fire!

He has been waiting for it endlessly, but emancipation didn’t come. Instead of it, Colonel was again poured with water from a hose and then he was thrown used faded khaki briefs, wide trousers and the same color kimono.

– Wow, flowers! – thought Dux – there will be berries. Here will be cooler than in Angola!

For a warning the guard again kicked him in his kidneys, closed the square headed by a sugar officer and brought him up the winding, well-lit, wide pedestrian pavement. Rich, powerful multi-colored lasers were playing along the sky with amazing fountains, fireworks and fans. A sad solemn slow music, which was felt in bones, played everywhere.

– This music is a congenial soul…

With the last chord he was brought out on the spacious terrace. In the middle of the terrace there was a big armchair, like a throne. A man sitting on that throne seemed to serenely sleep. He was wearing a dense shirt with false shoulder straps of spotted greenish-grey color, looked like a service jacket, white trousers and massive brown sandals. His big bald head with black whiskers looked disproportionately. His hairy eyebrows reminded the lines of a predatory bird of the prey lines, harmonizing with the long thin sensual lips and an oblong chin with a vertical well-groomed beard. Separately, there was a loose aquiline nose. Skull was thinking or meditating. The guard’s pentagram froze in a deep respect, having bowed heads. Finally, he waved his plump fourth finger a black square seal ring and the guard continued stooping, retired bowing up to the ground.

Skull springy and easily jumped up in some zigzags and came to Colonel at an uneven speed. His black like fiery coals eyes stared straight into the soul of the soldier. They have been looking at each other for a long time.

– What are you looking for? – the last finally said in almost inaudible, distant voice, like a growl.

– For the truth.

– You're already a deadman.

Dux grinned and nodded indefinitely, as the Indians do.

Skull seemed to read all the secret thoughts of Colonel with the power of the thought, like Solaris do.

– A hired professional soldier who had a nose in the air, meat, mentally ill, poor, with the complexes who grudged dieing – thought Maher.

For a moment Colonel saw a vivid picture of how nations transform into food for such Skull, holding perfectly the power of people manipulation.

– Where do you know it from?

– From Tibet.

– It’s late. It's high time.

Skull began leaving in a winding way. Then he added faintly:

– You will get her. There.

– Whose music is this?

Having turned, Skull stopped:

– It’s mine.

*

.. “I can announce that this year German cities, harbors and the centers of the military industry went through such a big continuous and severe test, which hadn’t been experienced by any country. The most powerful was the bombing of Hamburg. The last week of July, in nineteen forty three there were committed six raids at the city at night and two in the afternoon. There were dropped seven million kilograms of bombs on the city. As it said in the report of the Management of the analysis of the strategic bombing results, the city was destroyed for sixty percent, and eighty percent of the damage were caused by fires. The area of the in twelve square miles city was completely burned down; on the area of thirty square miles there were damaged buildings, eighty thousand people died; there were destroyed three hundred thousand apartments. Seven hundred and fifty thousand people left without home. When the flames burst through the roofs of many buildings there was a column of hot air. It rose up to more than two and a half miles and was half miles diameter, as was assessed in the plane which flew over Hamburg. This air column was crazy; it was fed by the rapid tributary of the cooler air at the bottom.

Half-mile away from the fire the air draught forced the wind power to twenty miles per hour. Near the border of the square covered with the fire, probably, the air speed was even more because there were uprooted trees of three feet diameter. The temperature quickly reached the point of any combustibles ignition and the whole area was burning. Everything completely burned down. There weren’t any trace left of anything that could burn. Only two days later it was possible to approach the fire area. Then Churchill appointed Arthur Harris the head of the bombers. The chief Churchill's advisor was Professor Frederick Lindemann (Lord Cherwell), a physicist from Baden-Baden. On the thirtieth of May in nineteen forty-two Lindemann presented Churchill the plan "to deprive of homes" the residents of fifty-eight German cities with the population of more than one hundred thousand people. According to that plan, about twenty-two million people must be deprived of their home and nine hundred thousand of people must die.

As always, the question was about that the destruction of German cities responded the economic principles of the balanced costs and benefits. An English mathematician Freeman Dyson has been working as an analyst under the British bombers troop during the Second World War. He announces that he has been carefully calculating "till the very end, how one can kill other hundreds of thousand people using fewer costs". Comparing himself to the SS, who planned the extermination of Jews. As he said, they were also sitting in their offices and doing calculations how to kill people more efficiently– "as I did. A significant difference was in that they were imprisoned or hung, while I stayed at large. "

An effective method of destruction, found in the end, was like this: firstly, the reset air mines (high-explosive bombs), the blast wave of which tears away the roofs, knocks out the windows and brings firewalls down; then they drop into the open on the top houses incendiary and phosphorous bombs, the flame covers wooden overhead covers, doors, furniture, curtains, carpets, handrail and air draught turns each hotbed of fire into an enormous fire; and finally, with the help of fougasse and fragmentation bombs, partly of a delayed action, there appear shell holes in the streets on places of their dropping, water pipes are broken, to prevent the action of the fire brigade and to allow some countless fires freely merge into a single firestorm, in which all people die, having stayed in the bombarded area burning out in the fire or suffocate with the smoke, independently of whether they are in basements or trying to escape under the open sky.

Charles Portal explained: "I think it is clear that the aims should be residential areas, but not shipyards or aircraft factories.””

*

Pain again began covering his brain. Unbearable suffering passed along his crippled in his childhood skin. His right hand powerlessly and convulsively began moving searching for endorphins, scattered in his trousers pocket. He saw again that terrible ghost in the old hotel not far from the Hyde Park, which has been walking along wooden stairs, for the whole night, when he was a student. The show was coming to an end, von Neumann continued smiling to the last clients, but in the last moment his face was warped from a terrible pain. His hat rocked, he was walking without seeing anything. Fifty silent men closed the black square, and he plunged into absolute darkness. Panting, he cried out:

– Olivia!

– I'm with you!

Having cuddled up to him, she took his hat off.

– You are still alive !?

– Yes, both of them!

A street lamp was slowly going on with the dimmed yellow color.

*

– Frankly speaking, Skull impressed very much– thought Colonel – that one who was reading thoughts. There is something serious to be started. I seemed to manage to get on the trail! How can I break away? Probably, they just shoot me down or torture me before it.

Both Dux’ hands were firmly chained to two guards there were other two behind him who were pushing him painfully and constantly in his back with carbines. The smiling one was going ahead, constantly turning back and humming rhythmic Chinese song. The square moved slowly along the winding paths to the big massive building with a hovering weightless roof, in a Chinese style with the Spring and Autumn Annals. The cavalcade barged funny into a vast gym. The security was training themselves on the sports apparatus, doing different martial arts, and in the middle of the gym on the boxing ring two men were working each other in boxing over without any regulations. Some sullen spectators were stacking on. A smiling one with the mustache removed the handcuffs.

Forty pairs of guards’ eyes stared at Colonel. The smiling one exchanged glances with some man in a jacket and gave him a sign. Probably, his was so high and the last pushed Colonel out to the center of the gym. The gorillas formed a large circle in the middle. They were happily rubbing their hands and stacking on. Dux massaged swelled wrists.

– How long I haven’t been training, – thought Colonel.

Adrenaline added the pungency. Frankly speaking, the fight to the death was always for him the brightest sensation, comparable only with passionate lovemaking.

He was absolutely calm, observing with removal the final preparations of this eternal game.

*

"War is the father of all and king of all, who manifested some as gods and some as men, who made some slaves and some freemen. The hostile thing is in agreement with oneself. This space, the one for everyone, which wasn’t created by none of the gods, no man, but it has always existed, exists and will exist as the forever live fire, even igniting and even fading ".

Having braced himself, he tried, by all means, to curb his usual human passions to be ready for the most important meeting. The gorillas noised a little bit and pushed into the middle of the circle a very frightening giant.

– Where do such people come from? – thought Colonel.

It was a thundering cocktail called "Mother Earth." There was a Spanish beard on his swarthy face. He had a crooked aquiline nose, and lackluster brown Asian eyes, which were throwing angry glances. Relief biceps were bigger than Dux’ legs and from behind his figure was slim and chiseled as the best representatives of the black continent have.

He remembered the captain’s Klubov words.

– Do you think the war will never happen? You're wrong. The war is always and everywhere.

At training, at the firing ground the boys were given wooden imitation of knives and guns. The instructor captain Klubov, bypassing the strict instructions gave military knives, guns with live cartridges and ready for shooting and the AK-47. The modern war is too transient. You either already dead or you survived and killed everyone. How you did it, it is not very interesting. Of course, the constant training on the firing ground is very important but it is for the second time. To survive and to win the battle, you have to have something else.

The self-styled referee brought together the opponents, but they didn’t shake their hands. The battle began.

Frankly speaking, Colonel didn’t even know what was waiting for him. That’s why, just in case, he was jumping around the enemy at a short distance, waving his fists for appearances' sake. A moment later, the Terminator turned Dux left, leaving behind him. Colonel jumped from that mad monster.

– Ooty, Ooty, a dog! – whispered Dux.

However, his nose was already broken and blood was spread on his face. The gorillas happily buzzed and enjoyed it.

– Maybe he's twice champion in some kind of Aikido? I couldn’t even understand how he punched me strongly in the nose. I was lucky to break away! Colonel went on funny jumping back, but with any approach that monster painfully pinching and punching with three long fingers in the opponent's body, who was screaming of pain, to the joyful fans pleasure.

– Other such pinches, and I will be dead – he thought.

All enemy’s movements were perfected to the highest level. The place this type had touched was already pulsed with blood.

But he couldn’t understand some thin thread.

Something was wrong, and he felt bad. Maybe these devastating strange eyes? This machine of death can kill me without pathos just as a recycle machine does its job.

– I stake everything – he thought – A la guerre, comme a la guerre. They obviously want this?

He remembered once fighting with the master of Judo. Then he was told that the judoist was very angry because he couldn’t understand how he had lost. Colonel cared a straw. He allowed the freak to snatch at his shoulder, trying not to hurt his throat and gave him, as a leech, the opportunity to snatch at the body. The monster lost a bit freedom. It was enough for Colonel to turn his program of death on. With terrible punches in the groin, throat and neck, he tried to turn off the enemy. But the last compressed Dux’ head with a superhuman force. His face turned into a blood mask. Then Colonel moved slightly to the side and with the final punch crushed his Adam's apple, breaking his cervical vertebra.

The spectators darkened. Their furious evil eyes were very expressive. Each of spectators wanted to roast Colonel for a breaded cutlet.

Dux, covered with blood, intuitively felt the glances of the silent crowd. He looked the gym around and saw black shiny eyes of Skull, who was surrounded by dozen of bodyguards.

Colonel’s fate of the life and death was at stake at that moment.

*

Shadow was sitting on a stone bench of two feet length. A capital building, closed up with the metal sheet with small holes for air and a grating was depicted by the window. The walls of one meter wide, mixed on the raw eggs, built by great ancestors, didn’t allow blowing them up even with strong howitzers. There was a stinking close-stool and a wash basin from the all facilities. It was forbidden to lie down.

For the whole week, Shadow has been sitting in the pre-trial prison of the Federal Budget Institution of the Correctional Facility No. 90 seven kilometers away from Rybinsk. Surprisingly, that he took part of his life, as the inevitable and did not suffer. He imbibed the sounds of the prison with his mother's milk because he was born in a prison in Siblag in nineteen forty-seven. He has been dreaming for the whole his adult life to get his maternity hospital-prison somewhere in the Narym region, but he was afraid. He remembered as his mother has been crying a lot for the last days, and then she was taken away somewhere forever. Shadow has always treated to his compatriot with some merry sarcasm and a peppercorn, especially to those in the uniform. Life in orphanages in vast Sibera, army for two years in the construction battalion comparable by savageness to hard labor. When he entered the Bauman Moscow State Technical University he hardly fit into the life of those Moscow pupils. Shadow looked a bit older. But inside he felt thousand years old. He knew what the Motherland was and if you were under distribution, you could be saved only by case or something else, but not logic or reason. The perfected system easily reduced million human lives and turned them into camp dust, and again confirming the phrase "do not believe, do not fear, do not ask." So Shadow, finally, decided to have a rest. He was falling into drowsiness between exhausting interrogations, trying to sleep. And when he had some powers and pain, fear and worries about his strange unsettled life left him, he began thinking.

*

A black Siberian night was full of countless stars from the Milky Way in the form of the Delta, he peered into the infinite, trying to penetrate into the depths of the world. Sitting on the stove in the village house, a school and a village library, in the Golitsins’ underground, where were hidden French original manuscripts, he avidly read hundreds of books, swallowed piles of German books in the storeroom at Aunt Rose, trying to establish contact with the Universe. He intuitively felt that infinite space wasn’t empty, but it was alive, full of inexhaustible life.

Once, when he was fourteen, he came closely the discovering of the global triad: Space, Light and Darkness. It was winter, it was minus forty-two degrees of Celsius outdoor. The village sighed and creaked with the sharp frost. That night, the dogs, one by one were barking and he had no place to spend the night. He got into the depths of odorous stack, so only his head was sticking out of it. He remembered it was two am. There was no moon, the air was clean, as it was in the Siberian foothill areas. Shadow was observing thousands of stars and suddenly a compound winded basis of the universe triad came to his mind, it was hovering above him, and his heart trembled and paralysed with terror, unknown to mortals.

At four AM the inspiration, eventually released him. All his rest life was a semblance of enlightenment. Once, having got into the academic environment of the Institute, Shadow plunged into the science, sat in the libraries searching the same free-thinkers like Diogenes. Surprisingly, most of people were suppressed by the dead truths. They got into a very musty atmosphere, cramped by the petrified ideas fetters, like drying coral islands. Searching for the philosopher's stone, he shoveled the libraries. His friends were Henri de Régnier, Montaigne and Goethe. Unexpected meetings with teachers were an outlet for him. At night, he ate raw potatoes at the neighbors in the dormitory and at three AM he was telling strange truth to the lonely smart students who left their rooms just to hear him.

Firstly, the foundation of the world of the science seemed to be unshakable. Golden volumes of the truths were in neat rows. The years, Shadow spent in dust libraries and laboratories, were gradually entering the contradiction with previous truths with the pain. The universe has got into disordered non-equilibrium chaos with the short-term order. Searching for the kingdom of heaven was temporarily postponed. The Teacher said:

– When it is necessary, they will call you.

His world began going to small pieces. Instead of the entire and beautiful world, he was offered some small worlds. Each of them had its own short-term order, limited by the developed turbulence. He worked day and night, clutching up the empty breathful pulsating world, the tissue of life, incomprehensible for us.

*

An honest scientist, regardless of his own moral and ethical prohibitions should, either go mad, or die, or to stop somewhere, earning his living.

Armed with lasers, powerful optics, microscopes, cameras, Shadow could spend hours peering at flickering microcosm that was just an annoying hardware error for some specialists. In due course, it turned into a meaningful attempt to feel the zephyr’ whiff, a mystical sense of the propinquity of the abstract Creator who created disturbing breeze with endlessly amazing reading luminous pictures of the universe.

The years passed. Enriched with knowledge and wisdom, he gradually returned to his controversial naivety, some elementary phenomena of the world turned out to be absolutely incomprehensible. He saw everywhere schools of scientists, hinging on the left unsaid.