ATTENTION! This story is written for purely entertainment purposes and is not intended to offend or humiliate anyone.
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A dark room with tiled walls, a single fluorescent lamp on the ceiling. In the middle of the room there is a chair in a chair.
The light turns on. The lamp crackled.
-Wake up Gleb.
-A? What the hell? The man in the chair looked around
-Where am I? What kind of place is this?
-No matter where you are, listen to me Gleb..
-I’m not Gleb. Let me out!
Notices that there are some wires attached to the legs.
“What kind of wires are stretching to my feet??"- asked the man in the chair.
“Now you’re ready to listen,” answered the unknown voice
-I decided to create something unique and I need people to do it, a select few and you are my first client. At one time I succeeded in three things: a foreign language, chemistry and psychology. While you were passed out, I injected you with a substance I created, which, uh… combined with flashes of light and exposure to external sound stimuli, will introduce your consciousness into a state of easy absorption of any information, or, more simply, hypnosis.
-And now you and I will watch a movie, Gleb.
-I AM NOT GLEB!
Discharge current.
-AAA! What the fuck?! What was that?!
A crash was heard from the ledge in the center of the ceiling, and then an incomprehensible blinking began on all the walls. Quick displays from different frames, blurry faces, oxidized colors, incomprehensible sounds of different volumes, inaudible whispers and something that puts a lot of pressure on the consciousness and causes unconscious fear and panic.
After 15 minutes of this video cacophony, an unknown voice said: “Now your consciousness is as open as possible to. ", the voice faltered a little, "… truth.»
-And this “truth” is this: all your life you have been fooled. Your real name is Gleb Meshcheryakov, your profession is journalist, you work on the stopgame website.ru, all your colleagues are now on a business trip..
The room and the images on the walls slowly blurred and went into darkness and the man in the chair passed out
Central Municipal Department of Internal Affairs of Moscow.
Ivan! – a sharp voice rang out.
"What?“- came the answer, not exactly high, but not low, the voice of Lieutenant Chukin.
-We have a missing person here, take care of it.
-Do you know anything, Comrade Major??
“I was walking from a friend through the park during the day, but never came home,” came from the other end of the hall.
-Gopniks?
-No, there’s an elite residential area there, they almost shoot the bastards there.
-Okay, I’ll see what’s there. By the way, Comrade Major, what about the promised increase??
“You’ll solve this case… and you’ll get a promotion, and then there’ll be a 15 percent increase.”.“- Major Sedovatov said finally
-Eh 3000, well at least something. Okay, I’ll go talk to a friend of the missing person.
-Anton Karelin?
-Yes, who do https://achaubetcasino.co.uk/withdrawal/ you want??
-Lieutenant Chukin, I’m talking about the disappearance of Mikhail Starshenosky.
The door clicked and slowly opened. A twenty-year-old boy stood in the doorway, with slightly red eyes, as if he had just woken up.
-You found Mikha?
-Unfortunately not yet, I have a few questions for you.
..
-Okay, okay. So you drank beer, watched a movie, uh, “relaxed,” walked away and he left, yes?
-Well, yes.
“Of course not a lot. “- Ivan sighed and got up from his chair.
"Do you know what?" – Anton said unexpectedly.
-Well?
-Meehan usually walks home along the same alley, there are 2 girls walking the dog, and always at the same time, ask them, that’s when he went home.
“But this is already something. Where should I look for them??"- the Lieutenant asked encouragingly
-Usually from 6 to 9 pm they hang out in the Atrium, in some cafe.
-Okay, how do I recognize them??
-Well, I told you the most frequently visited place, and by the looks of it, you’ll see the most capricious and squeamish girl with dark red hair – this is your client.
-Yes, well, that’s wonderful. Thank you for your testimony, citizen Karelin.
“As soon as anything becomes known, at least call me,” Anton asked with sadness in his voice
-Fine. Oh yes, before I forget, I forgive you for the first time about the “relaxations”, but once again I will learn about planning and the view from the window for the next indefinite period will not be the park area of an elite complex, but the barnyard of the bullpen. Explained clearly?
"Quite!“- Karelin answered sharply and with a bit of fear in his voice.
“Well, it’s already half past nine, so go home now, and tomorrow by 6 pm in the Atrium.“- Chukin thought in a low voice.
Atrium. Wednesday 20:46
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Room with tiled walls. The flashing light is crackling. The ticking of a clock can be heard through a rattling speaker in the wall.
“You have 3 minutes left,” said a voice from the speaker.
I’m trying! – shouted the girl, who started to cry and was stained with blood.
-Quicker! – an angry voice came from the speaker.
Something small fell on the floor and judging by the sound it was iron. The girl threw a circular saw onto the blood-splattered floor covered with scraps of meat, fell to her knees and began to fumble with her hands in search of that piece of iron.
-Search! Look quickly! “You have no more than 30 seconds left,” a voice yelled.
-I’m trying! Found it!
She picked up a scarred piece of metal no larger than an English key, on which a digital code was hollowed out
-Well? Why doesn’t the door open? — the girl asked in a tired voice.
-Because I control her? – answered the voice.
-You won’t open it? I’ll stay here like that?
Then the door suddenly opened. It was dark inside, but the light from the next room made it possible to see that there was a chair there.
-Come in, now I’ll show you something and you’re… free. Welcome.
Atrium. Wednesday 20:46
-Hello girls. — Said a young man 22-25 years old
-Hello. And we know each other? — Two girls answered. Both were about the same age, about 20 years old, slender.
-No, but we will now. How to contact you?
-I’m Masha. — A young girl with long black hair introduced herself,
-And I’m Alice. – Answered by another. The one with dark red hair.
-Selezneva?
-No, Kosterekovetskaya.
-What’s your name? – they asked in unison.
-And my name is free cocktails all night in a fucking club. Who’s with me?
-“No, I won’t go,” Masha answered
-“I don’t mind,” said Alice, after which she added, “Mashul, see you tomorrow.”. And I went with the guy towards the exit.
-Tell us about yourself Alice. — The stranger asked
-Well, I’m peace-loving, sociable, I cook delicious food, I’m a pacifist and… I don’t know what it’s called, I’m actually afraid of blood.
-Well then I have a surprise for you.
-Which?
-I’ll show you a little later.
After some time they arrived by taxi to the club..
-Chukin, come to me.
-I wish you good health, Comrade Major.
-How is the case of Starshensky’s disappearance going??
-I visited his friend yesterday. According to him, they first sat at his house. Then Starshensky went home.
-Do you think they could have grabbed him along the way??
-It’s hard to say, and he and his friend live in the same area, or rather it’s an elite residential complex, the distance between their entrances is about a hundred meters if you go straight through the park alley.
-Maniac in the bushes?
-No, but there are potential witnesses.
-Here’s more details from here.
-Two girls, probably teenagers. Karelin, a friend of Starshensky, said that from 6 to 9 pm they are in the Atrium in a cafe, but it is not known which one, I will check.
Club. Wednesday 22:37
-Listen, what glass is this already??
-5th or 6th, but I’m having fun! Pour me another 1.
-Alice, in my opinion, you’ve had enough, you seem to have already had a fair amount of… “to eat”.
-By the way, where do you live?? — the guy asked.
-Why do you need this? – Alice asked, barely moving her tongue
-To know where to take you drunk. – He grinned.
-“I’ll take a taxi,” Alice said with all seriousness
-Why a taxi?? I have my own car!
-Yes? Which one?
-Maniac’s rusty van.
Having laughed, Alice began to slowly pass out while sitting right behind the counter.
Atrium. Thursday 09:11
-Hello.
-Good morning. – Said the waiter of one of the cafes located in the Atrium
-Lieutenant Chukin. Tell me, do you remember if you had any clients recently?,
two teenage girls?
-Well, actually, yes, yesterday at 8 pm they came here every Monday, Wednesday and Saturday.
-Did you notice anything, well, any activity among the people around them??
-No, I was in the kitchen. Another waiter took payment. And the girls most likely left with some boy.
-How do you know? — Ivan’s voice became noticeably interested.
-Coffee.
-Didn’t understand. — Hinted at an extended explanation by the Lieutenant.
-Well, you know, one of the girls wears coffee-scented perfume. I’ve been on the subway with her a couple of times, and if you stand next to her for 3 minutes, you start to smell like that. Because of this, my wife gave me a scandal at home. And if it’s there for a minute and a half, then there’s no smell.
-And what does this guy have to do with it?? — Ivan asked
-When I left the kitchen I saw a hat on the table. There were no more clients and it was obvious they had simply forgotten it, so I put it under the counter. And about 5 minutes later this guy just came and asked if I had found the hat and described it. I gave it away, but I felt this smell and tried to quickly move away from the boy.
Then Chukin drew attention to two waitresses who were walking past and talking about something.
-Do you remember yesterday’s guy in that hat?? – Said one of the waitresses.
-This is the one who sat with the coffee pots? – Another clarified.
-Well, yes.
-Yes, at least someone sat down with them regardless of the aroma.
-Yeah, and then, most importantly, he took me to that club
-Damn, don’t even tell me, someone would take me there.
-Sorry girls, Lieutenant Chukin. Which club did those people go to??
-Soho rooms
-Are you sure?
-Yes. I remember this name well, they didn’t hire me there as a waitress, supposedly I wasn’t 10cm tall. – The girl grumbled with obvious indignation.
-Thank you, you helped a lot.
-Where am I? Oh damn, why was I so busy yesterday??
-Greetings. – A voice came from the speaker.
-What? So wait, where am I?
Then the light turned on in the room.
-Look here – the voice ordered.
-What a joke? – Alice asked trying to understand where she was.
-What do you see in front of you?
-Saw and gun
And the voice continued to say: “Okay. Now listen, there are only 3 rounds in the gun, so I don’t advise you to waste it randomly.»
-Who are you? Let me out of here! Alice screamed in fright.
-Shut up and listen, I won’t repeat it a second time! In front of you is the exit door, but it has a combination lock, the code is engraved on an iron plate, and it is inside, to get it you will need a saw.
-What’s inside?! Alice turned around and squealed; on the other side of the table there were 3 pigs with a bunch of fresh stitches
-AAA! What the hell?
-In front of you are 3 pigs in one of them and a sign with a code for the door is sewn in, the pigs are alive and if you don’t want to listen to their squeal, then use a pistol. Oh yeah, in 30 minutes the current lock code will become inactive and you won’t be able to leave here. Ready! Stady! Go!
10:35 Thursday Soho Rooms
-Hello, my last name is Chukin, tell me yesterday around midnight was your shift?
-Yes. – Replied the massive club security guard.
-And you didn’t see anything special in the hall?.
-Mmm… No. Everything was as usual, people were drinking, having fun, dancing. What exactly happened?
-Yesterday a girl was possibly kidnapped, a witness said he heard the last person she was seen with invited her here.
-Am I sitting here or in the CCTV room?. Talk to the bartender, his counter is higher than the dance floor and he can see everything better.
-OK, thank you.
Chukin walked up to the bar and spoke to the bartender:
-Hello. I want to ask you some questions.
-Hello officer.