by shattle
Levset Darchev
© Levset Darchev, 2019
ISBN 978-5-4496-8404-2
Created with Ridero smart publishing system
Darchev Levset
Soviet space ship “Buran” is preparing for the flight
courageous, selfless people – brave officers,
stuffy aces. True male friendship, everyday
heroyism is the everyday life of Magomed Tolboyev and other outstanding test pilots.
A fascinating and fascinating narrative awaits you!
and clearance, 2017
Part I
Suspicious type
In the capital, just passed the autumn rain, and the car “Ambulance” rushed down the avenue at full speed, cutting with wheels rainwater and turning it into a raft crests, which were sprayed on the sides and immediately dissolved into the streams, pouring in the asphalt. Doctors who examined a patient and immersed a lifeless body on a stretcher that then rolled into the car, were in a slight disarray from the color of his face and body weight, incommensurable with his size.
– Noticed? Asked one another, breaking the silence.
– Yes.
– And what did you notice?
The other raised one eyebrow and stared at his colleague.
“It’s not a man, Dima,” he said. – This is some kind of
substance. – He unconsciously reached out his hand and touched the patient’s pastern. The body was as cold as ice.
A few minutes later they pushed the cart into the doorway of the emergency room.
They breathed a sigh of relief and they got rid of a person who violated their normal working internal condition.
A doctor, a middle-aged woman in a white coat and manometer, hung on her neck, went to the bed, pushed the taboo, sat down and took the patient’s arm to measure the pressure. She pumped air into the pressure gauge system and look at the scoreboard – the pressure dropped to zero. Only then she strangely looked at the patient’s face – his strange look excited her: his eyes are tightly closed, arc delineate the seam eyelashes, a forelock on the forehead with a triangular point exactly along the geo-metrics rests in the middle of the nose bridge on the heart-shaped the oval of an unusually pale face. The doctor leaned back and asked for another manometer.The result is the same. Her head spun, she stood up and went to his own cabinet with bad forebodings, giving instructions to the assistant to make an injection. She desided to bring her feelings in order
In less than two minutes, as the assistent went into the office of the doctor and stood on the threshold with a syringe in her hand and with a mute horror-catfish in the eyes.
– What? Asked the doctor.
The assistent could not answer, but only held out a piece of cotton wool towards the doctor.
“Look, the blood is blue.”
– Can not be! -Said the doctor, rising from her chair. She pushed aside the frozen assistent, squeezed into corridor, to immediately get into the room, where they placed unusual patient. – Kianetics, then. There is nothing to be surprised! There are eight thousand such people in the world. The doctor was rattling on the move, calming himself. Finally, the assistent moved and swam after the doctor.
Entering the ward, they both froze, ceasing to breathe and glancing on the rumpled bed, on which they were supposed to see to put the patient, but there was no one there.
The doctors looked at each other.
“A humanoid, an alien,” Olga said in a strange voice. – It is necessary to inform immediately the KGB.
“And do not you dare,” the doctor recommended.
– Why?
“Because no one will believe you and take you to a psychiatric hospital”, muttered the doctor Nelya Petrovna. She, temporarily, loaded into a cosmic state, ceased to believe eyes. – And was it?
“Petrovna, what are you doing?” You do not believe what happened.
“No, you as you want, but i feel responsibility and should
gather material and report on it, – Olga said intermittently and emotionally.
– Do as you wish, Olga, but me, please, do not entangle in this story, – Nelya Petrovna implored, – I’m afraid.
In Olga, on the contrary, the enthusiasm of the hunter began to gain strength and curiosity: I decided to get to the bottom of what had happened before end. She threw off her dressing gown and ran into the waiting room to quickly find out information from the team of “Ambulance”.
– Hello, – Olga shouted, dialing the phone on duty -please call someone from the car number 15. It’s from the hospital!..
Time dragged on.
“Hello, I’m listening,” a man’s voice said.
– Tell me where, in which place you picked up the patient
man half an hour ago?
Pause.
“Well, in this… in the Gloria Cafe on the first floor,” said the doctor. – Well, it started – I knew it…
– Thank you.
Olga, lost in thought, did not notice how quickly the bus reached the cafe, and came to her senses when she heard a voice of driver on the microphone, which notified the name of the station.
She entered the vestibule and asked the watchman.
– Sorry, you were here when the ambulance took the patient? Well, two hours ago, maybe.
The watchman of large sizes, in a special form, with a loose appirience turned to her and shook his head with a stupid expression on his face, letting him know that he did not understand anything.
Olga, judging by the way he turned his left ear to her, decided,
that he suffers from hearing impairment.
“I say that the patient was taken from here?” Repeated Olga
the question louder.
– They took it, yes, they took it.
– And what happened to him?
“I do not know, my dear, what was there.” I do not know. I do not remember.
“You need to be treated,” Olga wanted to say, “but kept it-
from rudeness:
“Can I come in?”
“Of course,” the watchman said quickly, hastily opening
Entrance doors to the hall. – Come on.
“Two words that are constantly in his everyday life and more
nothing interests him, Olga thought. – Big people
and kindness are synonymous.”
She went to one of the waiters. The girl stood between two tables with a tray on an outstretched arm. Before she could answer, she thought about it.
– Honestly, I did not see how he came here: tried to eat or not, – it was obvious that the girl in black apron with a white cap on the head is strongly wave-folded. Apparently, they got it. “He was lying there – In the corner near the outlet. Strange some.
“So you want to say that no one spoke to him?”
“No, no,” the girl shook her head. – Here all gathered and we discussed it. Is he dead? -asked the waitress, holding a fixed look on Olga.
– No, here – something else, – said Olga and turned to leave the room. She did not have time to reach the door, as she heard a shout behind her back:
– Wait!
The