Andrey Cruz
Maria Cruz
The land of the extra. New life
22nd year, 34th day of 6th month, Thursday, 13:00
I returned yesterday, or rather today, with a squad of Minutemen, dead from fatigue. And after the “meeting” I fell asleep so much that if they had not woken me up, I would probably have slept until this evening. Or until tomorrow. Or even longer. Thank you Bonita that this did not happen. She even closed the store at twelve o'clock in order to wake me up with all intimate spontaneity.
What’s surprising is that I’ve already regained my strength with healthy sleep. Usually making morning coffee is my concern, but here she started humming the coffee grinder herself. And I just admired it from behind and couldn’t stop admiring it. She generally disdained clothes at home, but she was proud of her perfect body and did not let me forget what it looked like. And it looks like a sculpture made of light bronze, where the author spent nights over each curve, thinking about how to realize it more perfectly. And then he embodied - and no longer embodied anything, because this cannot be surpassed.
But everything beautiful ends sooner or later: you have to return to business. Bonita said, sitting next to her on the bed with a cup and crossing her legs in Turkish, that a messenger had arrived. And she shared our plan on how to lock the Passage and take the Cubans out of the mountains and across the plain. If the command agrees, they will send her a telegram, and next week he will come again. Now it’s up to me to find out how my superiors will react.
I didn't expect a refusal, to be honest. Barabanov is not a fool, the proposal will pass through him, and he will be able to convince the commander and the others, further, on command. Yes, there is no need to convince anyone - the offer is beneficial to everyone. But I need to meet Nemtsov here, so that the city can see it. Then I might be able to avoid being exposed as an agent.
In principle, if I get exposed, nothing bad will happen, but all the secrecy of the work can be put to rest. It’s no secret to anyone that I cooperate with the RA, and I have friends there, but the question is completely different: how much do such friends keep me informed of their affairs? And how did I know about the Cuban units beyond the mountains, about which the locals never dreamed? Only from my Maria Pilar, who, it turns out, led everyone by the nose in this city. They may be offended, but she can still live here. We have to live with her, strictly speaking.
And if everything that is planned on our part works out, and it turns out that the Cubans have captured the Wild Islands, that is, they have opposed the American States, how will the locals react to this? Although they do not have much respect for the government from Zion, both of them are Americans. There is one idea how to influence their minds, but you need to think about it carefully first. So I'll tell you another time.
And now - get up, fifteen minutes for the morning toilet, and a quick march to the store, work. Lazy people in this city, where preachers run the show, are neither loved nor respected.
Twenty minutes later I took the few but very valuable trophies out of the car and carried them into the workshop, laying them out on the table for cleaning. There is no work related to the product, but there is still something to do.
Throughout the day, people came into the store and even bought something. Three convoys arrived in the city today from different places. One soldier from the guard of a convoy carrying German beer to Fort Jackson wanted to replace his English L85 with something more trouble-free, and I sold him an AK-101, buying in return an absurd miracle produced by the Lee-Enfield company for very little money. I put it aside for a shipment of goods that will go to Porto Franco.
In the afternoon, from three to five, there was complete calm - everyone was leaving for lunch, and Bonita went home to cook, and I stayed in the store, waiting for the command “To the table!” and quickly put the English rifle in order, cleaning, lubricating and packing it in a box with the rest.
I continued to be overcome by bad and gloomy thoughts about my relationship with Svetlana. A few days later we had to go to Porto Franco, and this is only three hours from the Russia Base. According to local standards - nothing, consider it a neighboring yard. The fact that I was behaving dishonestly was clear to me. Something needs to be resolved about this.
The fact that Svetlana decided not to retreat so easily was also clear to me. Eventually, she was able to gain access to sensitive banking information and track me down through my financial transactions. By the way, how confidential is this information? And from whom is it closed, and from whom not so much? In any case, the girl from immigration control should not have been given such information upon request, it doesn’t happen that way. So, did someone help her, who has the appropriate level of access, or does she now have such access herself? Promotion? Change of job? As far as I remembered, she was expecting a transfer at the end of the year to the Port Delhi Base, and she did not say anything else. Or did you just not tell me? Actually, she didn’t tell me very much about herself at all. I knew her well enough to say that she had two small moles on her back, located one above the other along her spine, that she had a small scar on her left thigh, but not close enough to tell how and where she got to Novaya Earth, how she lived before and why she made such a decision - to move to another world.
I didn’t forget about the “gate” for a second. If she can access one piece of information, maybe she can have access to others? It turns out that I found a source of information? Great, well done! “Bond. James Bond. Fuck it. Fuck you." He seduced one woman, lives with another, now on the sly of the other he will sleep with the first and in the heat of passion he will find out all the most terrible secrets and surround the enemy on all sides. And then he will leave her into the night and the wind, declaring that he is called by a duty about which he cannot tell her anything, and will leave her in love and tears. And he will return to the other, saying that he cannot tell her where he was, but this is very, very important. There was danger all around, and bullets whistled overhead. Is that how it works? It turns out that way. But can I do this? I doubt it very much. To be able to do that, you had to train the bastard part of your nature, long and intensively, but I didn’t have time.
Then I was distracted from my sad thoughts by an invitation to the table. I put all my work and thoughts aside and ran to lunch.
Sovereign Territory of Texas, Alamo
22 year, 34th day of 6th month, Thursday, 18:00
After lunch and all, we reopened the store. JJ came to Bonita to take our Perenty to the workshop to paint a new lizard on the hood. There were no visitors yet, and I decided to deal with the weapons that I brought with me from the raid. Until now, I have received trophies that are only suitable for sale, in my opinion. And now, for the first time, I came across something worthwhile that I didn’t want to sell. Two new “one hundred and fourth” and the same brand new one, just from the warehouse, “Abakan”.
Dismantling an Abakan is not scattering a Kalash into pieces. Fortunately, the manual was found among the reserves of books that I took with me to the PPD, so I managed. I cleaned it, assembled it, kissed it a couple of times, aiming at the wall. It’s a little unusual, but I can’t say it’s completely uncomfortable. I have a lot of magazines for AK-74 in stock, so this won’t be a problem. And I took eight spares from the battle, which is quite enough. I thought about it, mounted the optics on it, removing the PSO-1 and replacing it with an American ACOG from store supplies, connecting it through an adapter, and tried it again. Only the magazine tilted to the right is confusing - somehow strange, out of habit, it seems that the machine gun is askew or is about to fall out.
I started cleaning the 104s. They are also completely new - obviously recently from the factory, without a scratch yet. We shot quite a bit of them. Nothing special, but we were pleased. Even if they are inferior in accuracy to the “one hundred and third”, but not too much - this is not a “stub” of the AKS-74U, but a full-fledged weapon, one might say - our answer to the M4. And when fighting in cramped conditions, when storming premises, he even wins against the “one hundred and third”. You can aim faster with it, and when you move the fire along the front, there is less movement of the weapon - the center of gravity is closer to the shoulder. And if you consider that the plastic suitcases with personal belongings each contain a high-quality muffler, then the relevance of such a trophy generally increases greatly. The “Val” unmasks me too much, the “one hundred and third” with PBBS becomes too long, and the “one hundred and fourth” is a quite common weapon and very convenient for such cases.
I just need to get hold of subsonic US cartridges, otherwise I don’t have a single thing like that. They are not sold commercially - no one needs them, and the sale of weapons with silencers is not encouraged in most regions. Not that it’s prohibited, but just... you can’t buy cartridges, for example, you can’t carry a silencer with you, and so on. It is believed that a normal person definitely does not need a silent weapon.
Andrey Cruz, Maria Cruz
The land of the extra. New life
Sovereign Territory of Texas, Alamo. 22 year, 34th day of 6th month, Thursday, 13.00
I returned yesterday, or rather today, with a squad of Minutemen, dead from fatigue. And after the “meeting” I fell asleep so much that if they had not woken me up, I would probably have slept until this evening. Or until tomorrow. Or even longer. Thank you Bonita that this did not happen. She even closed the store at twelve o'clock in order to wake me up with all intimate spontaneity.
What’s surprising is that I’ve already regained my strength with healthy sleep. Usually making morning coffee is my concern, but here she started humming the coffee grinder herself. And I just admired it from behind and couldn’t stop admiring it. She generally disdained clothes at home, but she was proud of her perfect body and did not let me forget what it looked like. And it looks like a sculpture made of light bronze, where the author spent nights over each curve, thinking about how to realize it more perfectly. And then he embodied - and no longer embodied anything, because this cannot be surpassed.
But all beautiful things come to an end sooner or later: you have to return to business. Bonita said, sitting next to her on the bed with a cup and crossing her legs in Turkish, that a messenger had arrived. And she shared our plan on how to lock the Passage and take the Cubans out of the mountains and across the plain. If the command agrees, they will send her a telegram, and next week he will come again. Now it’s up to me to find out how my superiors will react.
I didn't expect a refusal, to be honest. Barabanov is not a fool, the proposal will pass through him, and he will be able to convince the commander and the others, further, on command. Yes, there is no need to convince anyone - the offer is beneficial to everyone. But I need to meet Nemtsov here, so that the city can see it. Then I might be able to avoid being exposed as an agent.
In principle, if I get exposed, nothing bad will happen, but all the secrecy of the work can be put to rest. It’s no secret to anyone that I cooperate with the RA, and I have friends there, but the question is completely different: how much do such friends keep me informed of their affairs? And how did I know about the Cuban units beyond the mountains, about which the locals never dreamed? Only from my Maria Pilar, who, it turns out, led everyone by the nose in this city. They may be offended, but she can still live here. We have to live with her, strictly speaking.
And if everything that is planned on our part works out, and it turns out that the Cubans have captured the Wild Islands, that is, they have opposed the American States, how will the locals react to this? Although they do not have much respect for the government from Zion, both of them are Americans. There is one idea how to influence their minds, but you need to think about it carefully first. So I'll tell you another time.
And now - get up, fifteen minutes for the morning toilet, and a quick march to the store, work. Lazy people in this city, where preachers run the show, are neither loved nor respected.
Twenty minutes later I took the few but very valuable trophies out of the car and carried them into the workshop, laying them out on the table for cleaning. There is no work related to the product, but there is still something to do.
Throughout the day, people came into the store and even bought something. Three convoys arrived in the city today from different places. One soldier from the guard of a convoy carrying German beer to Fort Jackson wanted to replace his English L85 with something more trouble-free, and I sold him an AK-101, buying in return an absurd miracle made by the Lee-Enfield company for very little money. I put it aside for a shipment of goods that will go to Porto Franco.
In the afternoon, from three to five, there was complete calm - everyone was leaving for lunch, and Bonita went home to cook, and I stayed in the store, waiting for the command “To the table!” and quickly put the English rifle in order, cleaning, lubricating and packing it in a box with the rest.
I continued to be overcome by bad and gloomy thoughts about my relationship with Svetlana. In a few days we had to go to Porto Franco, and this is only three hours from the Russia Base. According to local standards - nothing, consider that the neighboring two-super-original did not lay claim to it. The fact that I was behaving dishonestly was clear to me. Something needs to be resolved about this.
The fact that Svetlana decided not to retreat so easily was also clear to me. Eventually, she was able to gain access to sensitive banking information and track me down through my financial transactions. By the way, how confidential is this information? And from whom is it closed, and from whom not so much? In any case, the girl from immigration control should not have been given such information upon request, it doesn’t happen that way. So, did someone help her, who has the appropriate level of access, or does she now have such access herself? Promotion? Change of job? As far as I remembered, she was expecting a transfer at the end of the year to the Port Delhi Base, and she did not say anything else. Or did you just not tell me? Actually, she didn’t tell me very much about herself at all. I knew her well enough to say that she had two small moles on her back, located one above the other along her spine, that she had a small scar on her left thigh, but not close enough to tell how and where she got to Novaya Earth, how she lived before and why she made such a decision - to move to another world.
I didn’t forget about the “gate” for a second. If she can access one piece of information, maybe she can have access to others? It turns out that I found a source of information? Great, well done! “Bond. James Bond. Fuck it. Fuck you." He seduced one woman, lives with another, now, on the sly of the other, he will sleep with the first and in the heat of passion he will find out all the most terrible secrets and surround the enemy on all sides. And then he will leave her into the night and the wind, declaring that he is called by a duty about which he cannot tell her anything, and will leave her in love and tears. And he will return to the other, saying that he cannot tell her where he was, but this is very, very important. There was danger all around, and bullets whistled overhead. Is that how it works? It turns out that way. But can I do this? I doubt it very much. To be able to do that, you had to train the bastard part of your nature, long and intensively, but I didn’t have time.
Then I was distracted from my sad thoughts by an invitation to the table. I put all my work and thoughts aside and ran to lunch.
Sovereign Territory of Texas, Alamo. 22 year, 34th day of 6th month, Thursday, 18.00
After lunch and all, we reopened the store. JJ came to Bonita to take our Perenty to the workshop to paint a new lizard on the hood. There were no visitors yet, and I decided to deal with the weapons that I brought with me from the raid. Until now, I have received trophies that are only suitable for sale, in my opinion. And now, for the first time, I came across something worthwhile that I didn’t want to sell. Two new “one hundred and fourth” and the same new one, just from the warehouse, “Abakan”.
Books enlighten the soul, elevate and strengthen a person, awaken in him the best aspirations, sharpen his mind and soften his heart.
William Thackeray, English satirist
A book is a huge force.
Vladimir Ilyich Lenin, Soviet revolutionary
Without books, we can now neither live, nor fight, nor suffer, nor rejoice and win, nor confidently move towards that reasonable and beautiful future in which we unshakably believe.
Many thousands of years ago, the book, in the hands of the best representatives of humanity, became one of the main weapons in their struggle for truth and justice, and it was this weapon that gave these people terrible strength.
Nikolai Rubakin, Russian bibliologist, bibliographer.
A book is a working tool. But not only. It introduces people to the lives and struggles of other people, makes it possible to understand their experiences, their thoughts, their aspirations; it makes it possible to compare, understand the environment and transform it.
Stanislav Strumilin, academician of the USSR Academy of Sciences
There is no better way to refresh the mind than to read the ancient classics; As soon as you take one of them in your hands, even for half an hour, you immediately feel refreshed, lightened and cleansed, lifted and strengthened, as if you had refreshed yourself by bathing in a clean spring.
Arthur Schopenhauer, German philosopher
Anyone who was not familiar with the creations of the ancients lived without knowing beauty.
Georg Hegel, German philosopher
No failures of history and blind spaces of time are able to destroy human thought, enshrined in hundreds, thousands and millions of manuscripts and books.
Konstantin Paustovsky, Russian Soviet writer
The book is a magician. The book transformed the world. It contains the memory of the human race, it is the mouthpiece of human thought. A world without a book is a world of savages.
Nikolai Morozov, creator of modern scientific chronology
Books are a spiritual testament from one generation to another, advice from a dying old man to a young man beginning to live, an order passed on to a sentry going on vacation to a sentry taking his place.
Without books, human life is empty. The book is not only our friend, but also our constant, eternal companion.
Demyan Bedny, Russian Soviet writer, poet, publicist
A book is a powerful tool of communication, labor, and struggle. It equips a person with the experience of life and struggle of humanity, expands his horizon, gives him knowledge with the help of which he can force the forces of nature to serve him.
Nadezhda Krupskaya, Russian revolutionary, Soviet party, public and cultural figure.
Reading good books is a conversation with the best people of past times, and, moreover, such a conversation when they tell us only their best thoughts.
René Descartes, French philosopher, mathematician, physicist and physiologist
Reading is one of the sources of thinking and mental development.
Vasily Sukhomlinsky, an outstanding Soviet teacher-innovator.
Reading is for the mind what physical exercise is for the body.
Joseph Addison, English poet and satirist
A good book is like a conversation with an intelligent person. The reader receives from her knowledge and a generalization of reality, the ability to understand life.
Alexei Tolstoy, Russian Soviet writer and public figure
Do not forget that the most colossal weapon of multifaceted education is reading.
Alexander Herzen, Russian publicist, writer, philosopher
Without reading there is no real education, there is no and there can be no taste, no words, no multifaceted breadth of understanding; Goethe and Shakespeare are equal to a whole university. By reading a person survives centuries.
Alexander Herzen, Russian publicist, writer, philosopher
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New land, new life, new challenges. Having found himself in this world and having figured out who is his own and who is a stranger, a former military man and a former businessman, the seemingly not-so-young man Andrei Yartsev with all his ardor enters into battle on the side of those who have become his friends and compatriots. And the new world provided a lot of opportunities for the use of his talents, sometimes quite specific.
Andrey Cruz, Maria Cruz
The land of the extra. New life
Sovereign Territory of Texas, Alamo. 22 year, 34th day of 6th month, Thursday, 13.00
I returned yesterday, or rather today, with a squad of Minutemen, dead from fatigue. And after the “meeting” I fell asleep so much that if they had not woken me up, I would probably have slept until this evening. Or until tomorrow. Or even longer. Thank you Bonita that this did not happen. She even closed the store at twelve o'clock in order to wake me up with all intimate spontaneity.
What’s surprising is that I’ve already regained my strength with healthy sleep. Usually making morning coffee is my concern, but here she started humming the coffee grinder herself. And I just admired it from behind and couldn’t stop admiring it. She generally disdained clothes at home, but she was proud of her perfect body and did not let me forget what it looked like. And it looks like a sculpture made of light bronze, where the author spent nights over each curve, thinking about how to realize it more perfectly. And then he embodied - and no longer embodied anything, because this cannot be surpassed.
But all beautiful things come to an end sooner or later: you have to return to business. Bonita said, sitting next to her on the bed with a cup and crossing her legs in Turkish, that a messenger had arrived. And she shared our plan on how to lock the Passage and take the Cubans out of the mountains and across the plain. If the command agrees, they will send her a telegram, and next week he will come again. Now it’s up to me to find out how my superiors will react.
I didn't expect a refusal, to be honest. Barabanov is not a fool, the proposal will pass through him, and he will be able to convince the commander and the others, further, on command. Yes, there is no need to convince anyone - the offer is beneficial to everyone. But I need to meet Nemtsov here, so that the city can see it. Then I might be able to avoid being exposed as an agent.
In principle, if I get exposed, nothing bad will happen, but all the secrecy of the work can be put to rest. It’s no secret to anyone that I cooperate with the RA, and I have friends there, but the question is completely different: how much do such friends keep me informed of their affairs? And how did I know about the Cuban units beyond the mountains, about which the locals never dreamed? Only from my Maria Pilar, who, it turns out, led everyone by the nose in this city. They may be offended, but she can still live here. We have to live with her, strictly speaking.
And if everything that is planned on our part works out, and it turns out that the Cubans have captured the Wild Islands, that is, they have opposed the American States, how will the locals react to this? Although they do not have much respect for the government from Zion, both of them are Americans. There is one idea how to influence their minds, but you need to think about it carefully first. So I'll tell you another time.
And now - get up, fifteen minutes for the morning toilet, and a quick march to the store, work. Lazy people in this city, where preachers run the show, are neither loved nor respected.
Twenty minutes later I took the few but very valuable trophies out of the car and carried them into the workshop, laying them out on the table for cleaning. There is no work related to the product, but there is still something to do.
Throughout the day, people came into the store and even bought something. Three convoys arrived in the city today from different places. One soldier from the guard of a convoy carrying German beer to Fort Jackson wanted to replace his English L85 with something more trouble-free, and I sold him an AK-101, buying in return an absurd miracle made by the Lee-Enfield company for very little money. I put it aside for a shipment of goods that will go to Porto Franco.
In the afternoon, from three to five, there was complete calm - everyone was leaving for lunch, and Bonita went home to cook, and I stayed in the store, waiting for the command “To the table!” and quickly put the English rifle in order, cleaning, lubricating and packing it in a box with the rest.
I continued to be overcome by bad and gloomy thoughts about my relationship with Svetlana. In a few days we had to go to Porto Franco, and this is only three hours from the Russia Base. According to local standards - nothing, consider it a neighboring yard. The fact that I was behaving dishonestly was clear to me. Something needs to be resolved about this.
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New land, new life, new challenges. Having found himself in this world and having figured out who is his own and who is a stranger, a former military man and a former businessman, the seemingly not-so-young man Andrei Yartsev with all his ardor enters into battle on the side of those who have become his friends and compatriots. And the new world provided a lot of opportunities for the use of his talents, sometimes quite specific.
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