– Ding-dong, – said Blinchuk. – Stay down. Not ding-dong, but holy shit. And who the hell is he?!
Nabis shrugged the shoulders.
– He is local. I remember him before the Trouble. He was a doctor in a hospital.
– Military doctor? – Major Korostylyov asked after a pause.
– I have not seen him in military uniform, – Nabis answered. – I have seen him in a white coat.
The Colonel and the Major stared at each other. The Major fixed the machine gun on the knees. The fact that the Major took AK-47 on a mission Nabis also noted. Not a general “short” like a Colonel, not a fashionable “screwdriver”, like high society Ensigns, but the real 47th, the gun for aliens. Very interesting inspector Major Korostylyov. Don't you turn your back.
The washed wet vomiting Ensign returned to the car and took up the floor of the back, looking at the authorities from the bottom up.
– So who is he right now? – asked the Colonel. – Is he dangerous?
– Very, – said Nabis. – He lives inside the Trouble. There all are dangerous. Even I am dangerous there, and how dangerous you are, I cannot even imagine.
– Hey you, intelligence officer, – said Shultsev authoritatively, – enough chasing the darkness. Right, Sergey Borisovich?
– Shut up, Shultsev, – said the Colonel thoughtfully. – And never leave the weapon.
– It's to blame! – exclaimed Shultsev, jumped into the vehicle body, picked up his rifle, sat down and, curving a little the slender body under the bulletproof vest, began to look as good as he could.
– Comrade Ensign, you need to clean up your vomit, – said Nabis. (Shultzev stared at him as an Ensign at a soldier.) – There is a mop and a bucket of water behind the toilet. Right for these purposes.
– Excuse me?! – said Shultzev.
– That's the way, – said Nabis. – Necessity. Internal order. Hide your shit from the Zone. Shit in the Zone can also bite.
– Comrade Colonel! – Shultsev turned to Comrade Colonel as to his own father.
Blinchuk sharply scratched the shaved head and looked toward the Earth. “Exactly now Chingachgook will notice that his tower had been screwed up”, thought Nabis. The most suitable moment. And the scandal at once will begin. And in the midst of hazing that occurred on the basis of personal animosity, the Father with his little Yana will approach us. But how does he not even notice that from the autumn we got in the summer?
– What is your name, comrade guide? – asked the Colonel. – I heard… Nabis?
– It is the nickname. This is the way it is here.
– The nickname. Good. So what is that?
“Now I will say my name and Shultsev will say “Fuck you, Sergey!” And I will kill him. And will go to live with the Father. And will live fast and long.”
– Okay, don't say if you don’t want to, – said Blinchuk, having decided something following Nabis' silence. – Shultsev, clean up after yourself. Then we will figure out what is the charter here and what is a jeer. At the double.
– Yes, sir, – said deadman Shultsev, also making himself some notch in the memory.
– If the Father had showed up himself, – Nabis said as if nothing had happened, – that means, comrade Colonel, that he needs to talk.
– So what's that? Did he show up directly for me? – asked Blinchuk unkindly. – Why are you twisting tales to me, comrade Colonel? How does he know personally about me? And what, is he a contacting party? Folk deputy? But of what kind of folks?
