Fan fiction by s.T.A.L.TO.E.P.

As soon as I entered the https://spinsamurai.co.uk/ platform, I was immediately visited by a strange feeling. As if I had already been here and more than once. But my thoughts were interrupted by a soldier in Russian uniforms, quietly approaching me.
-Your documents -the servants said, uncertainly correcting his cap.
-Yes without problems. -I said, taking out a passport from my jacket pocket.
-For what purpose did our city?
-I am looking for a job, I said without taking my eyes off this years, who did not seem to really want to mess with these formalities.
Having studied my “xiva”, the warrior gave me pieces of paper and, picturesquely, trudged to interrogate the rest of the new arrivals, who had just left the wagons.
I went away from the accumulation of the people, which was flickering around the station, noting that the warriors began to ship large boxes from the cargo carriage. Most likely they had weapons and supplies that will be distributed according to the checkpoint of which there are a lot of rumors here.
City “Chernobyl 6” The ball is more like a city type of village since there were no large houses here and only in the center were at home of three and five floors. Between the buildings there were narrow paths, which at the sight of the top, probably looked like a web. Most often, jeeps and military trucks passed along the roads, less often ordinary cars are quite old and who have seen a lot in their lifetime. There were almost no people among the houses and only a few old women occupied a couple of benches next to the porches of old houses.
I walked through the three streets and saw a car repair shop, although it was more like a dump of details. Nearby were the housings of trucks and a pair of passenger cars. Perhaps you can start searching for work from this place, I thought and headed for the main entrance. The door was ajar and I entered without inflating.
It was quite spacious inside the workshop, despite the fact that there were two half -disassembled army jeeps and one civilian car. Strange, but there was not a soul around. After standing a little, I called out to anyone and a minute later a low man appeared from the closet with the tools, all of the machine oil and paint. Before his eyes, there were glasses for welding and in his teeth he held a cigarette seems to be the brand of “Prima”. About how it was torn from him with alcohol, I just keep silent. It was immediately clear that he had no mood for conversation and he only chewed the cigarette displeasedly.
-What do you, stalker? -He asked, completely unexpectedly and sharply.
-Stalker? I’m a simple visiting one, that’s just an hour in the city. -I was embarrassed.
-Do not pour me a young man here! We know why you are here.
-But I’m actually just looking for a job. -I started to get angry a little on this type.
-That’s what brother, I seem to understand. Listen, I have no work, but you can go to any of the bars in our city, and spend the night in the hotel, in the center, they do not take it expensive. Let’s say, in the bars they can always offer a profitable businessman, but get a regular job, you are not shining here. Everywhere they will say that there are no places. Believe me.
-Thanks for the information. -I said and went to the exit a displeased result of the conversation.
-Good luck, stalker. -I heard behind me, and I cringed. I didn’t like this word.
I moved towards the city center where the hotel was supposed to be. I decided that it would not hurt to sleep a little, and in the evening you can visit a bar. Maybe it really will be possible to find something interesting there. Passing through the street I noticed a military jeep that was slowly driving along the wall of a long house and was looking for someone, or just patrolled the area. Although there was a strange feature, namely the fact that the jeep was NATO troops and not the Russian Federation or Ukraine, of which it was abundant here. Most likely the warriors from the United States were sitting in it, as their camouflage indicated. I was a little alarming was the fact that the concentration of military different countries in the district was just going through. Of course, I knew that they were guarding some kind of object in the area of ​​the Chernobyl nuclear power plant, but not so much its significance. Deciding not to feel fate, I made a small hook so as not to run into the warrior and soon went to the hotel.
The hotel building at first glance was abandoned. Almost all of the paint faded, and there were cracks on the walls and many holes where the plaster fell off. The name was not like this and the inscription “G … nitsa” flaunted above the entrance. Having passed under the rickety porch, I entered the hotel hall. On the floor was nailed by nails, a battered carpet of the times of the USSR of a fucked-red shade with trodden holes and disheveled edges. A hefty chandelier of lamps hung under a high ceiling for twenty of which was shone from the force of pieces of five. On the walls hung paintings with the image of some landscapes enclosed in the framework that lost color. There was a stand in the corner, behind which was a thin man of about forty -five with a short haircut and glasses. In his hands he held a newspaper that he read with enthusiasm and seemed to not notice my appearance at all.
I went to the rack and stood in front of a man. He did not even raise his eyes at me, but only scratched his nose and turned the page of the newspaper.
-You have free numbers? – I asked, a bit leaning over the edge of the rack. The concierge looked at me and leaned a bit, took out the key from somewhere and handed it to me with a finger at the stairs that was at the other end of the room. Not saying a word, I moved in the indicated direction.
-Dumb or something? – I told myself almost inaudible.
-Payment in the morning! – I heard behind me and shuddered in surprise. No, not dumb.
The room number “24” was knocked out on the key. Having stooped the corridors, the room was discovered on the third floor. For all the time I walked around the building, I did not come across a single guest, which, however, surprised me little. Renting the key in the castle, the door opened with a long creak. Apparently the building has not looked after for a very long time and did not even try to at least bring it a bit in a pleasant look.
There was nothing in the room at all, a stool and beds with different legs and a high back. I threw my backpack on the table and looked out the window. On the square in front of the hotel was still empty. Only a helicopter flew in the far, from which the sound of the screws came barely audibly heard. Having checked the presence of water in the cranes, I brought myself to my senses with a barely warm shower after which I collapsed heavily on the bed. It was necessary to think through a plan of further actions, since there was not much money in pockets, and it was necessary to get involved in the last. Yes, and make sure that I did not in vain go all this way from Russia to Ukraine. Covering my eyes I thought deeply.
A cool wind blew in the face, and grimy leaves flew from side to side to the side, not loudly rustling, touching the asphalt road along which I walked between the high earthen hogs from which pipes, ceilings, rusty skeletons of cars and other garbage were sticking out. In short, the landfill was here. Having passed another three hundred meters, I caught up with the bus stop and looked around in surprise scratching my head. The road that led to the stop was so narrow that she could only place a small car on herself. Under the roof of the stop there was a barrel of coals from a fire, which was apparently diluted often, and around the canned food and empty packs of cigarettes lay around.
There was a noise behind the stop and how I would be from the slope of the garbage hill something slopped down. I looked out from around the corner and saw a hefty wild boar, which with enthusiasm digging loose earth with his powerful paws. The wild boar was clearly two times larger than its relatives, and its skin was very tough and in places with some kind of spots or abrasions, not to disassemble. The miracle Kaban drove a heel of the hill and cheerfully waved his long ears, while grunting and sniffing. I looked at him with interest, trying to understand where he came from while trying not to get into his field of vision, otherwise who knows how to react. But then the unexpected.
A raven sat on the roof of the stop, spreading his tail and stretching out his black neck. I looked at him with an almost pleading look, but this bastard seemed to understand me and slammed my eyes by Carrr. “. I mentally cursed and sharply turned to the boar, who had already been eranding my ears and directing my huge fangs to me, bursting towards the stop, scattering garbage in different directions. I was already ready to say goodbye to life, since there was simply nowhere to get away from this carcass, and I would not crawl on the roof of the building. But suddenly a second surprise occurred.
The coach almost running to the back wall of the stop, sharply slowed down and his massive body began to bend to the side, as if they were pulled by the shaggy side. The reason that the suddenly appeared funnel was that the dust and small garbage were drawn into itself, from which the outline of the air vortex appeared. The boar screeched heartily and tried to break out, but he did not succeed, and the incredible phenomenon dragged the beast to himself with renewed vigor. The boar flew into the funnel and spun in it, gradually approaching its center in which a dim light was barely noticeable. And then the boar snored and something slammed in the center of the funnel, tearing the carcass of the animal into a pile. I barely managed to hide on the roof, the rain collapsed from the sky from the contents of the boar.
When I looked around the corner, a gloomy picture opened to my gaze. The whole stop was stained that remained from the boar. I began to stir me up and I hastily turned away noticing that that raven was sitting on the nearest pillar. Judging joyfully, he flew off the pillar and sat on a piece of the boar’s head and began to peck it with satisfaction.
-Featheism bastard – thought. Watching all this picture, I did not pay attention that a cool wind blew from the back and feeling the fear burst from somewhere from the depths of consciousness, but such that I almost jumped up while turning around. But I still had to jump. He was behind me ..
Loud steps behind the door pulled me out of sleep. A group of people who noisily spoke about some of their affairs passed by. Someone laughed, and someone only gave a sluggish comment in earnest. The steps were removed, and I rubbed my eyes out the window. It was evening and the bright orange light of sunset poured into the room. It was time to gather on a hike to the bar, where those people who passed behind the door probably went.
Having taken a cool shower and dressed, I took my backpack and slowly headed for the exit of the hotel. Along the way, I found that man behind the counter that I now watched with interest at the screen of a small TV. Like the last time, he did not notice me and Men had to hit his fist against his table, so that he was distracted.
How can I go to the nearest bar? – I asked the manager. He looked at me perplexedly, apparently trying to recall where I came from.
-Right through the square in front of the hotel and at the end right away to the right along the adjacent street until it stops. There will be a building surrounded by a fence, and there will be a bar “Stri”. – the man said and again buried himself on the TV.
Without saying anything, I headed for the exit and pushing the door with my foot, went outside. A fresh breeze blew in the face, but it was no longer so quietly around. There were three jeeps in front of the entrance. Not military, but equipped as a long trip. The trunk on the roofs were clogged with bags and bags, and the fastenings to which mountain motorcycles were attached to the rear doors. On catfish was much more lively. Groups of people went, and a young contingent was sitting on benches. It was true that it was clear that young animals were not local and arrived on the evening train. There were backpacks behind them and rolled sleeping bags. They quietly spoke among themselves and glanced with apprehension at the passing, obviously feeling not at ease.
With a deep breath, I headed through the square ..