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After waiting patiently half an hour for a bus, I give up and call a taxi. Much good it does me. “Number not in service.” And not just one number, I tried three different cab firms. To hell with them. They say walking’s good for your health.
If we’re talking about physical health, that’s probably true. But during that walk home my mental health deteriorated significantly. The city was gripped by some kind of commotion. People where hurrying here and there, almost ru
Anyway, here’s my house. It’s a modern building, but not too tall. Just six floors. They say it was some kind of cutting-edge project. There must be some reason I pay Tarbank all that money every month! The lift was working, so I got to the third floor no problem. I opened my front door, flopped onto the couch, and barked “I want a film!” My home electronics responded appropriately – I am a coder, after all. Something clicked in the system, and the TV came on. So, what’s been going on? My home system’s smart, high-end. It’ll give me the latest news straight away. And it did.
For a while I sat in a stupor, gri
It turns out that all that time we were sitting in the office performing the inventory, terrible things were happening in the city. For some reason, all the different law enforcement agencies were up in arms, coming down hard on the management of different companies and plants. We, by which I mean our holding, were far from being an exception, by the way. A huge number of the top managers of various firms “unexpectedly” went on the run – thankfully for them the current border is no Iron Curtain. Then hot on their heels everyone else started ru
It was one thing for the bosses. There’s always something to grab them for. Modern business… well, you know what it’s like. Not always easily differentiated from certain crimes. Tax evasion in particular. That there’s a real mess. No wonder everyone jokes that it’s safer to kill someone than not pay your taxes. After all, murder actually has to be proved, while the taxman can just go ahead and freeze your accounts without any evidence whatsoever – go and prove you’re i
But the rest of them – where were they off to? If you’re an accountant, fair enough. You’ll be first to do time after the managers. But if you’re the average engineer or programmer, then what the hell are you ru
It seems not everyone shared my optimism. The same news report informed me that it had all ended up in sporadic shootouts. It came as a nasty shock. I had no idea that losing your shit was such an infectious condition. That was when the ordinary folk started ru
And so it had gone on up to the present day. The authorities, as always, were making a
Basically, it was all some kind of bad joke. The café had closed down. Or opened up, depending how you looked at it. Remembering the guys, we saw hanging round there, I doubt very much they had anything to do with the staff. They’d mentioned on the television that that sort had started looting cafés and shops in these troubled times. Sounds about right
Hang about… What do I have in the way of food? An inspection of cupboards and the fridge brought little joy. A few instant soups, various grains (about three kilos altogether), a few tins, and couple of bottles of whiskey. That was the lot. I would normally get my meals delivered, and what I kept was only for snacks. A few attempts to order di
Well, aren’t I the clever one? The first shop I came to greeted me with locked doors and heavily shuttered windows. Never mind, there’s more than one shop. Ah, hell – the second one’s also closed. As I approach the third, I hear some kind of noise and shouting. I turn the corner.
Ba-bam! Here we go then! I drop to the ground (as they always tell you to on TV) and take a look around – what’s going on here?
Nothing good, that’s for sure. Out of the smashed shop window, two tough-looking guys in camouflage are dragging somebody’s cold dead body. Clearly, it’s a corpse, just look at the blood dripping on the tarmac. And those guys are definitely law enforcement. Look at the assault rifles, the identical camouflage, and the walkie-talkies. Time to move, I’d say.
“Stand where you are!”
Now, there’s an interesting question. If you’re trying to crawl away, how best to respond to that kind of order? Just in case, I decide to freeze on the spot and refrain from asking. Who knows if they share my sophisticated sense of humour?
I hear their footsteps approaching. They kick me in the side, but not hard.
“Get up and keep your hands where I can see them.”
I show them my open palms (and who’d have thought, they’re barely shaking), trying to move calmly.
“What’s in the bag?”
“It’s empty. I was going shopping. For food.”
They tug the bag from my shoulder and turn it inside out.
“Show us some ID.”
“I’ve only got my work pass with me.”
“Let’s see it.”
I pull the pass in its plastic cover out of my pocket.
“So… Karasev, Denis Viktorovich?”
“That’s me.”
“The photo looks like you. Where do you live?”
“Larch Alley, 5. Flat 15. On the third floor.”
My interrogator turns to his comrades, who have now finished searching the corpse and are slowly moving towards us.
“Hey, Commander! This guy’s a local. Lives near here. He came out to do some shopping, would you believe?”
“Are you shitting me or what?”
They surround me, go through my bag again, and pat down my pockets.
“Absolutely empty! Where do these morons come from?”
“Why, what’s happened?” I ask carefully.
“How did you get to be so naive?”
“We had a work crisis… Didn’t leave our desks for nearly a week. We even slept there.”
One of the new arrivals, judging by the attitude of the others towards him the commander himself, laughs.
“All hell’s broken loose!”
“Is it war?”
“Not yet, it isn’t. But that doesn’t mean it won’t be. Nearly all the civilian population’s gone already. Today they closed all the exit routes.”
“But… What should I do? They have to get us out of here!”
“The powers that be have already moved everyone who needs moving. Come on, boys. We’ve still got two stops to make.”
They’ve lost interest in me. The officers returned my work pass and turned to go.
“Wait! What about the shop? Where can I get some food?”