Piranhas are mischievous ghosts. Alexander Bushkov - Piranha
Alexander Bushkov
Piranha. Mischievous ghosts
And I went my own way
and Death - his ...
Robert Burns
These two are charming
The car was Japanese, with a right-hand drive - which means that it was the best fit for the local places, which had been under British rule for a couple of hundred years. Therefore, the street traffic here, as you might guess, is left-sided, which remained the same after gaining independence. It is unusual, of course - but, firstly, Mazur was not driving, and secondly, it was not the first time that he found himself in places where cars were driving on the wrong side. Like Lavrik, who was quite dexterous in driving in the British manner.
The asphalt ended long ago, the road went farther up the hill, the Japanese two-door box rattled and creaked due to its advanced age, but it pulled, in general, regularly, the ascent was not so steep.
Lavrik was silent, thrusting his elbow out the open window and whistling something vigorous, thoroughly western, one hundred percent in tune with the accepted role - two white guys with impeccable Australian passports, not on the international wanted list, not burdened with a criminal past, not rich, but respectable, and this is sometimes replaces any capital ... If you do not look closely at them thoughtfully, using the rather big capabilities of some serious special service, they are unremarkable guys, of which there are a lot of people around the world.
Mazur briefly thought that it was time for him to experience something like family feelings for distant Australia, where he had never been in his life. It's high time, considering that he was announced more than once in different exotic locations in the guise of an Australian citizen - and as such he could tell a lot about the country of the kangaroo. With such knowledge of the matter that even native Australians could swear on the Bible that they are dealing with a fellow countryman.
Well, what would you like to do? People like them don't have much choice in a situation like this. Your homeland should be assigned either from the category of some exotic countries like Iceland (the risk of bumping into a corrosive fellow countryman is completely minimal), or from remote and rather extensive ...
Exotic greenery raged around - a spectacle so boring that Mazur did not pay attention to the surrounding landscape, except that he pulled back in time when a protruding branch strove to lash in the face. Why they trudge into the mountains, he had no idea. He had no idea at all what kind of goblin he was behind - about six hundred miles from the island where they had done a very good job and even carried away their legs completely unnoticed, which does not happen to everyone. On almost the same island, a former British colony, now an independent and sovereign state.
All this, of course, was a complete surprise. He expected to fly home from Havana - but instead suddenly found himself in a sovereign republic: without his guys, only in the company of Lavrik. Having received only minimal instruction - without a single word about goals and objectives. The situation is not the most pleasant, but such is the service. The easiest way to treat such things is philosophical ...
One thing is clear: here, you can lay your head, you have to work. After all, the kindness and disposition of the command did not extend so much that he was sent with a fake passport to simply lie on the beach and wander around the bars of an exotic island after a successfully completed assignment? In their system, such philanthropy is categorically not in use, and there is nothing to dream about ...
Lavrik, having spotted a suitable spot, drove off the road right under the spreading crown of some imposing tree, turned off the engine and got out with an air that is immediately clear: they had reached the desired goal. Mazur landed behind without much haste.
To the right was a green jungle, from where bird chirps came - exotic, understandably, having nothing to do with the prosaic chirping of sparrows. On the left, the road was fenced off with a concrete wall about a man's waist, and from there, from a steep cliff, a magnificent view of the valley opened up.
Lavrik looked around. Not far away, a young couple in white shorts and bright T-shirts stuck out at the parapet - judging by their first impression, carefree white people who had just arrived, who had not had time to really sunbathe. Instead of admiring the view, they selflessly merged in a long kiss and were indifferent to the environment. But Lavrik conscientiously walked along the gray concrete wall for another two hundred meters and found a place where the couple could never overhear the conversation without the use of technical means - and as far as can be judged by their meager light clothes, they simply cannot take the mentioned funds be, nowhere to hide ...
Having finally chosen the place, Lavrik rested his elbows on the concrete and, with a relaxed, lazy air, began to stare down. Mazur hesitated expectantly beside him.
Make yourself comfortable, ”said Lavrik, without turning his head. - We are here for a long time.
Then Mazur took the same pose. He put a cigarette in his mouth and waited patiently.
Look closely, ”said Lavrik.
To the valley, ”Lavrik pointed with his chin.
Mazur took a good look. It was a vast, extended valley, on three sides it was surrounded by mountains overgrown with lush curly greenery, and the sea on the fourth was blue. In general, nothing special. The landscape resembles Yalta.
And take a closer look at the buildings, ”said Lavrik thoughtfully.
Mazur looked at the buildings with the same conscientiousness. There were many of them. Along the shore, behind a wide strip of golden sand, were white multi-storey hotels, quite modern buildings, surrounded by adjoining glass terraces, some more modern outbuildings and other bourgeois architectural excesses like domes made of soft blue glass.
In the valley, between the hotels and the mountains, there were scattered here and there at least three dozen more houses - only these were smaller and lower, the highest, three stories, I think. Eight high-rise buildings and a bunch of cottages, some in the form of medieval castles, others looked more modern. But all of them had one thing in common: it did not resemble a poor district at all, quite the opposite. Well-groomed flower beds, neat groves, rows of lanterns, immaculate paved paths, here and there you can see colorful cars, again not of a poor look ...
This is Paradise Valley, ”Lavrik said slowly. - The main source of income for the local economy ...
I remember, said Mazur. - The whole other economy is represented by a couple of canning factories and the like. Indeed, the basis of prosperity ... Beautiful. As far as I remember, are inns on a tight wallet?
Mainly.
Interesting, Mazur thought. Least of all is this place - and indeed Paradise Valley - like an area to work. Not a single military facility. There are no military facilities here at all - except perhaps a barracks for hundreds of national guardsmen and a hangar for their equipment: two dozen jeeps, four trucks and four wheeled armored cars, who remembered almost the Second World War. In military terms, it is the most perfect squalor. Seriously offending such a country is downright humiliating for a real professional, it's like drinking mugs in a pub ...
Piranha - 12
And I went my own way
and Death - his ...
Robert Burns
Chapter 1
These two are charming
The car was Japanese, with a right-hand drive - which means that it was the best fit for the local places, which had been under British rule for a couple of hundred years. Therefore, the street traffic here, as you might guess, is left-sided, which remained the same after gaining independence. It is unusual, of course - but, firstly, it was not Mazur who was driving, and secondly, it was not the first time that he found himself in places where cars were driving on the wrong side. Like Lavrik, who was quite dexterous in driving in the British manner.
The asphalt long ago ended, the road went farther and farther up the hill, the Japanese two-door box rattled and creaked due to old age, but pulled, in general, regularly, the ascent was not so steep.
Lavrik was silent, thrusting his elbow out the open window and whistling something vigorous, thoroughly western, one hundred percent fit with the accepted role - two white guys with impeccable Australian passports, not on the international wanted list, not burdened by a criminal past, not rich, but respectable, and this is sometimes replaces any capital ... If you do not look closely at them thoughtfully, using the rather big capabilities of some serious special service, they are unremarkable guys, of which there are a lot of people around the world.
Mazur briefly thought that it was time for him to experience something like family feelings for distant Australia, where he had never been in his life. It's about time, considering that he has repeatedly appeared in various exotic places in the guise of an Australian citizen - and as such he could tell a lot about the country of kangaroos. With such knowledge of the matter that even native Australians could swear on the Bible that they are dealing with a fellow countryman.
Well, what would you like to do? People like them don't have much choice in a situation like this. Your homeland should be assigned either from the category of some exotic countries like Iceland (the risk of bumping into a corrosive fellow countryman is completely minimal), or from remote and rather extensive ...
Exotic greenery raged around - a spectacle so boring that Mazur did not pay attention to the surrounding landscape, except that he pulled back in time when a protruding branch strove to lash in the face. Why they trudge into the mountains, he had no idea. He had no idea at all what kind of goblin he was behind - about six hundred miles from the island where they had done a very good job and even carried away their legs completely unnoticed, which does not happen to everyone. On almost the same island, a former British colony, now an independent and sovereign state.
All this, of course, was a complete surprise. He expected to fly home from Havana - but instead suddenly found himself in a sovereign republic: without his guys, only in the company of Lavrik. Having received only minimal instruction - without a single word about goals and objectives. The situation is not the most pleasant, but such is the service. The easiest way to treat such things is philosophical ...
One thing is clear: here, you can lay your head, you have to work. After all, the kindness and disposition of the command did not extend so much that he was sent with a fake passport to simply lie on the beach and wander around the bars of an exotic island after a successfully completed assignment? In their system, such philanthropy is categorically not in use, and there is nothing to dream about ...
Lavrik, looking for a suitable spot, drove off the road right under the spreading crown of some imposing tree, turned off the engine and climbed out with such an air that it was immediately clear that they had reached the desired goal. Mazur landed behind without much haste.
To the right was a green jungle, from where bird chirps came - exotic, understandably, which had nothing to do with the prosaic chirping of sparrows.
A coup is brewing in the southern sovereign republic. Kirill Mazur and his partner Lavrik have a clear task - to prevent a coup. However, the opposition hired Michael Shore, the same Mad Mike, Mister Whirlwind. Mazur was walking around in his pioneer tie when Michael Shore staged his first coups. He has never lost in a quarter century ...
Excerpt from the book
The car was Japanese, with a right-hand drive - which means that it was the best suited for the local places, which had been under British rule for a couple of hundred years. Therefore, the street traffic here, as you might guess, is left-sided, which remained the same after gaining independence. It was unusual, of course - but, firstly, Mazur was not driving, and secondly, it was not the first time that he found himself in places where cars were driving on the wrong side. Like Lavrik, who was quite dexterous in driving in the British manner.
The asphalt ended long ago, the road went farther up the hill, the Japanese two-door box rattled and creaked due to its advanced age, but it pulled, in general, regularly, the ascent was not so steep.
Lavrik was silent, thrusting his elbow out the open window and whistling something cheerful, thoroughly Western, one hundred percent in tune with the accepted role - two white guys with impeccable Australian passports, not on the international wanted list, not burdened by a criminal past, not rich, but respectable, and this is sometimes replaces any capital ... If you do not look closely at them thoughtfully, using the rather big capabilities of some serious special service, they are unremarkable guys, of which there are a lot of people around the world.
Mazur briefly thought that it was time for him to experience something like family feelings for distant Australia, where he had never been in his life. It's about time, considering that he has repeatedly appeared in various exotic places in the guise of an Australian citizen - and as such he could tell a lot about the country of kangaroos. With such knowledge of the matter that even native Australians could swear on the Bible that they are dealing with a fellow countryman.
Well, what would you like to do? People like them don't have much choice in a situation like this. Your homeland should be assigned either from the category of some exotic countries like Iceland (the risk of bumping into a corrosive fellow countryman is completely minimal), or from remote and rather extensive ...
Exotic greenery raged around - a spectacle so boring that Mazur did not pay attention to the surrounding landscape, except that he pulled back in time when a protruding branch strove to lash in the face. Why they trudge into the mountains, he had no idea. He had no idea at all what kind of goblin he was behind - about six hundred miles from the island where they had done a very good job and even carried away their legs completely unnoticed, which does not happen to everyone. On almost the same island, a former British colony, now an independent and sovereign state.
Alexander Bushkov
Piranha. Mischievous ghosts
And I went my own way
and Death - his ...
Robert Burns
These two are charming
The car was Japanese, with a right-hand drive - which means that it was the best suited for the local places, which had been under British rule for a couple of hundred years. Therefore, the street traffic here, as you might guess, is left-sided, which remained the same after gaining independence. It was unusual, of course - but, firstly, Mazur was not driving, and secondly, it was not the first time that he found himself in places where cars were driving on the wrong side. Like Lavrik, who was quite dexterous in driving in the British manner.
The asphalt ended long ago, the road went farther up the hill, the Japanese two-door box rattled and creaked due to its advanced age, but it pulled, in general, regularly, the ascent was not so steep.
Lavrik was silent, thrusting his elbow out the open window and whistling something vigorous, thoroughly western, one hundred percent fit with the accepted role - two white guys with impeccable Australian passports, not on the international wanted list, not burdened by a criminal past, not rich, but respectable, and this is sometimes replaces any capital ... If you do not look closely at them thoughtfully, with the use of the rather big capabilities of some serious special services - unremarkable guys, of which there are a lot of people around the world.
Mazur briefly thought that it was time for him to experience something like family feelings for distant Australia, where he had never been in his life. It's about time, considering that he has repeatedly appeared in various exotic places in the guise of an Australian citizen - and as such he could tell a lot about the country of kangaroos. With such knowledge of the matter that even native Australians could swear on the Bible that they are dealing with a fellow countryman.
Well, what would you like to do? People like them don't have much choice in a situation like this. Your homeland should be assigned either from the category of some exotic countries like Iceland (the risk of bumping into a corrosive fellow countryman is completely minimal), or from remote and rather extensive ...
Exotic greenery raged around - a spectacle so boring that Mazur did not pay attention to the surrounding landscape, except that he pulled back in time when a protruding branch strove to lash in the face. Why they trudge into the mountains, he had no idea. He had no idea at all what kind of goblin he was behind - about six hundred miles from the island where they had done a very good job and even carried away their legs completely unnoticed, which does not happen to everyone. On almost the same island, a former British colony, now an independent and sovereign state.
All this, of course, was a complete surprise. He expected to fly home from Havana - but instead suddenly found himself in a sovereign republic: without his guys, only in the company of Lavrik. Having received only minimal instruction - without a single word about goals and objectives. The situation is not the most pleasant, but such is the service. The easiest way to treat such things is philosophical ...
One thing is clear: here, you can lay your head, you have to work. After all, the kindness and disposition of the command did not extend so much that he was sent with a fake passport to simply lie on the beach and wander around the bars of an exotic island after a successfully completed assignment? In their system, such philanthropy is categorically not in use, and there is nothing to dream about ...
Lavrik, having spotted a suitable spot, drove off the road right under the spreading crown of some imposing tree, turned off the engine and got out with an air that is immediately clear: they had reached the desired goal. Mazur landed behind without much haste.
To the right was a green jungle, from where bird chirps came - exotic, understandably, which had nothing to do with the prosaic chirping of sparrows. On the left, the road was fenced off with a concrete wall about a man's waist, and from there, from a steep cliff, a magnificent view of the valley opened up.
Lavrik looked around. Not far away, a young couple in white shorts and bright T-shirts stuck out at the parapet - judging by their first impression, carefree white people who had just arrived, who had not had time to really sunbathe. Instead of admiring the view, they selflessly merged in a long kiss and were indifferent to the environment. But Lavrik conscientiously walked along the gray concrete wall for another two hundred meters and found a place where the couple could never overhear the conversation without the use of technical means - and as far as can be judged by their meager light clothes, they simply cannot take the mentioned funds with them. be, nowhere to hide ...
Alexander Bushkov
Piranha. Mischievous ghosts
And I went my own way
and Death - his ...
Robert Burns
These two are charming
The car was Japanese, with a right-hand drive - which means that it was the best suited for the local places, which had been under British rule for a couple of hundred years. Therefore, the street traffic here, as you might guess, is left-sided, which remained the same after gaining independence. It was unusual, of course - but, firstly, Mazur was not driving, and secondly, it was not the first time that he found himself in places where cars were driving on the wrong side. Like Lavrik, who was quite dexterous in driving in the British manner.
The asphalt ended long ago, the road went farther up the hill, the Japanese two-door box rattled and creaked due to its advanced age, but it pulled, in general, regularly, the ascent was not so steep.
Lavrik was silent, thrusting his elbow out the open window and whistling something vigorous, thoroughly western, one hundred percent fit with the accepted role - two white guys with impeccable Australian passports, not on the international wanted list, not burdened by a criminal past, not rich, but respectable, and this is sometimes replaces any capital ... If you do not look closely at them thoughtfully, with the use of the rather big capabilities of some serious special services - unremarkable guys, of which there are a lot of people around the world.
Mazur briefly thought that it was time for him to experience something like family feelings for distant Australia, where he had never been in his life. It's about time, considering that he has repeatedly appeared in various exotic places in the guise of an Australian citizen - and as such he could tell a lot about the country of kangaroos. With such knowledge of the matter that even native Australians could swear on the Bible that they are dealing with a fellow countryman.
Well, what would you like to do? People like them don't have much choice in a situation like this. Your homeland should be assigned either from the category of some exotic countries like Iceland (the risk of bumping into a corrosive fellow countryman is completely minimal), or from remote and rather extensive ...
Exotic greenery raged around - a spectacle so boring that Mazur did not pay attention to the surrounding landscape, except that he pulled back in time when a protruding branch strove to lash in the face. Why they trudge into the mountains, he had no idea. He had no idea at all what kind of goblin he was behind - about six hundred miles from the island where they had done a very good job and even carried away their legs completely unnoticed, which does not happen to everyone. On almost the same island, a former British colony, now an independent and sovereign state.
All this, of course, was a complete surprise. He expected to fly home from Havana - but instead suddenly found himself in a sovereign republic: without his guys, only in the company of Lavrik. Having received only minimal instruction - without a single word about goals and objectives. The situation is not the most pleasant, but such is the service. The easiest way to treat such things is philosophical ...
One thing is clear: here, you can lay your head, you have to work. After all, the kindness and disposition of the command did not extend so much that he was sent with a fake passport to simply lie on the beach and wander around the bars of an exotic island after a successfully completed assignment? In their system, such philanthropy is categorically not in use, and there is nothing to dream about ...
Lavrik, having spotted a suitable spot, drove off the road right under the spreading crown of some imposing tree, turned off the engine and got out with an air that is immediately clear: they had reached the desired goal. Mazur landed behind without much haste.
To the right was a green jungle, from where bird chirps came - exotic, understandably, which had nothing to do with the prosaic chirping of sparrows. On the left, the road was fenced off with a concrete wall about a man's waist, and from there, from a steep cliff, a magnificent view of the valley opened up.
Lavrik looked around. Not far away, a young couple in white shorts and bright T-shirts stuck out at the parapet - judging by their first impression, carefree white people who had just arrived, who had not had time to really sunbathe. Instead of admiring the view, they selflessly merged in a long kiss and were indifferent to the environment. But Lavrik conscientiously walked along the gray concrete wall for another two hundred meters and found a place where the couple could never overhear the conversation without the use of technical means - and as far as can be judged by their meager light clothes, they simply cannot take the mentioned funds with them. be, nowhere to hide ...
Having finally chosen the place, Lavrik rested his elbows on the concrete and, with a relaxed, lazy air, began to stare down. Mazur hesitated expectantly beside him.
“Make yourself comfortable,” said Lavrik, without turning his head. - We are here for a long time.
Then Mazur took the same pose. He put a cigarette in his mouth and waited patiently.
“Look closely,” said Lavrik.
- For what?
“To the valley,” Lavrik pointed with his chin.
Mazur took a good look. It was a vast, long valley, on three sides it was surrounded by mountains overgrown with lush curly greenery, on the fourth the sea was blue. In general, nothing special. The landscape resembles Yalta.
"And take a closer look at the buildings," said Lavrik thoughtfully.
Mazur looked at the buildings with the same conscientiousness. There were many of them. Along the coast, behind a wide strip of golden sand, stood a line of white multi-storey hotels, rather modern buildings, surrounded by adjoining glass terraces, some other modern outbuildings and other bourgeois architectural excesses like domes of soft blue glass.
In the valley, between the hotels and the mountains, there were scattered here and there at least three dozen more houses - only these were smaller and lower, the highest, it seems, three stories high. Eight high-rise buildings and a bunch of cottages, some in the form of medieval castles, others looked more modern. But all of them had one thing in common: it did not resemble a poor district at all, quite the opposite. Well-groomed flower beds, neat groves, rows of lanterns, immaculate paved paths, here and there you can see colorful cars, again not of a poor look ...
“This is Paradise Valley,” said Lavrik slowly. - The main source of income for the local economy ...
“I remember,” Mazur said. - The whole other economy is represented by a couple of canning factories and the like. Indeed, the basis of prosperity ... Beautiful. As far as I remember, are inns on a tight wallet?
- Mainly.
Interesting, Mazur thought. Least of all is this place - and indeed Paradise Valley - looks like the area where you need work... Not a single military facility. There are no military facilities here at all - except perhaps a barracks for hundreds of national guardsmen and a hangar for their equipment: two dozen jeeps, four trucks and four wheeled armored cars, who remembered almost the Second World War. In military terms, it is the most perfect squalor. Seriously offending such a country is downright humiliating for a true professional, it's like drinking mugs in a pub ...
By the way ... Their work quite often did not concern military objects at all.
“In short,” said Lavrik, “this heavenly place brings in a lot of money. No, not to the state budget. Only taxes go to the budget. This, of course, is also money, but compared to what the owner has - tears ... Do you want a psychological test? So, personally, what would you do in the place of the local, legally elected president, Mr. Aristide?
- Let me think, - said Mazur. - There are not so many options here ... Raise taxes on owners?
Lavrik grinned, winced:
- Fine, fine ...
- Nationalize them then, or what? - Mazur suggested aloud.
- Exactly! Lavrik grinned. - Mr. President is seriously going to nationalize the Paradise Valley. The documents are already ready, even the text of the appeal to the people ...
Mazur shrugged his shoulders:
- This, of course, is not my business, he did not ask me for advice. Only there are strong suspicions that after nationalization all this grace will work through the stump-deck: the taps will instantly flow in a multitude, the steaks will begin to burn regularly, the servants will get lazy. I have seen enough all over the world what happens to such nationalized paradises, and you too ...
"Perhaps," Lavrik agreed calmly. - But this, in principle, is not our business and absolutely not our concern ... In general, Aristide is about to nationalize all this beauty. The people will love it for sure. The people love it when something big and beautiful is nationalized ... Noisy, loud, effective ...
