My city 2: The terrifying history Zhalovskoy, or the Spider. Dmitry Guéorguiévitch Borrony
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The call to a door was distributed. Natalia having approached to the entrance door pressed the button on the video on-door speakerphone, and having seen the man standing in a corridor, with relief sighed. This there was not who other as Dimitrii already familiar to us. She opened a door, and having let in it the apartment, told.
– I am called in militia, in our office.
– What for?
– I do not know.
Dimitrii passed to the room. Having looked round, he approached a window, and having removed a curtain, he saw through tulle black Volga, with numbers familiar to it. This was the car of FSB. Dimitrii asked.
– How many did they give you time for collecting?
– Fifteen minutes.
– And passed five.
Natalia did not understand whether Dimitrii knows about a call, or it came simply? It is unlikely it would come so. For all that time as she knew it, it never appeared without on that special need. Natalia wanted to ask about something it, but she already knew the answer. This person sometimes came to them on the plant, and discussed affairs only with his director.
Natalia asked, knowing that that will answer.
– I am not called in militia, is not present?
Dimitrii negatively shook the head.
– Then? – for a second Natasha thought. – Why I to them?
Dimitrii answered.
– I am not authorized to answer this question. – then he added. – Gather, wait for you.
There passed ten minutes. The entrance of the house left Natalia, in hands she had a handbag. She approached Volga, having opened a door, sat down in it, and having seen the sitting next Dimitrii was not surprised that he here. Having closed a car door, Dimitrii told the driver sitting ahead.
– Went.
The motor roared, and black Volga having left from the site, and having come out to the brisk route disappeared in a steam of cars.
FSB.
Nobody knows that there is behind walls of it an institution. Nobody there even visited, however it to the best. Otherwise what this would be investigation?
So, we will continue. Natalia sat in one of offices of FSB. Near it Dimitrii sat. I will not describe it. It is just an office. Table, two or more chairs, and bookcase. Here what we got used to see offices of officials. Let such them also remain.
The person came into an office. By sight he was about forty five years old. It had dark shrill eyes. Hair were combed back. He closed behind itself(himself) a door, and having passed at a table, sat down on the workplace. It took from a table the folder on which it was written "CASE No. 13". Having opened it, having checked several sheets asked.
– Natalya Mikhaelovna. Explained to you why you were called to us?
– No, did not explain.
That looked at Dimitrii then at Natalia.
– Do you work at the helicopter plant?
Quite right.
– Your specialty?
– I am an expert in the area aircraft industry.
– What do you know of development "DRAGONFLY"?
– All.
– What all?
Natalia answered.
– I am his developer.
– It is clear. – it having made a pause, asked. – If you receive from us a task, you agree to us to work?
Natalia having looked at Dimitrii, answered.
– And I have a Choice? – then she added. – Will be enough yes near around What from me it is necessary to you?
– Well. – the man answered. – Do you want to know that we want from you? That now you learn it. – he took from other folder where the CASE No. 44 Natalia Mikhaelovna Lopukhova a leaf on which her history was written was written, and told. – Natalia Mikhaelovna Lopukhova. "Was born …" – after he told her what she and without it well knew, namely its age, it continued. – You graduated from the higher school I will part boards. After that you were defined on the helicopter plant. After ours to the data, foreign intelligence services became interested in our new development code-named "DRAGONFLY". This helicopter new generation. You one of his developers. Therefore we decided to use you. In the world of espionage nobody knows you. So you are chosen not casually. Your purpose to find the seller and the buyer.
Natalia answered.
– It is clear. – then she asked. – I have to leave Russia?
– Yes. – the person sitting at a table unambiguously answered. – Have to.
– Where?
– The trace goes to France.
– Paris means.
– Paris means.
Here so Natalia received a task from the center. It was difficult, but it should be executed. Protection of the homeland is an integral part of our honor. We live in the country where we were fated to be born and even if we will leave this country for one reason or another, the Homeland always remains the homeland, no matter in what area of the globe you live. The homeland is uniform for all.
This understood also Natalia. It undertook performance of this difficult a task because it about it was asked by the homeland. The homeland, Saint and our unshakable mother, mother of all live in this world. Our indestructible Vera in it, hope and Lyubov. Without these three components, there will be no our Homeland. Where it was.
Everything in this world is changeable. This Nadezhda knew. It worked for FSB. Protected the homeland, and did not know that with it will be farther? She knew one, she will leave soon, will leave perhaps for a long time. What will be become with her Roman, with her loved man? He can will forget it, and can and is not present? She did not know it. She wanted for it happiness, and could not give it to it. Therefore in one of evenings, she acquainted it with the sister Nina. They got on, and Nadezhda went the country to perform a task of the center.
There passed time, and Roman forgot Natalia. He saw the future in Nina now, he fell in love with her, and that fell in love with it. But nevertheless he sometimes remembered Natalia. He remembered it less frequently until Nina helped it to forget it finally. And only in that cafe when after