After laying her husband to rest, Anya made up her mind to tackle the clutter in the shed—a place her husband always kept off-limits. She let out a SHRIEK when she laid eyes on IT

It’s a great thing for people who understand. We’re supposed to reach our target just before dawn. Well, calculations are calculations, and we had to walk by panic of my wife, snow-covered virgin, and fatigue by the middle of the night had already piled up a lot.

And at dawn, there is still the main work to be done. Having thrown us in these hours to stop is impossible. We got into the rhythm of movement, and any stop could throw off the breath and relax.

It’s a pleasure to stomp through the taiga at night. God forbid you move your leg or break anything. You can’t get out of the taiga by yourself.

How many people died like that, went into the taiga, and never came back? I rhythmically moved my feet, helping myself with sticks, trying to breathe in time with the movement. The terrain was mostly flat, though a few times I had to roll down some low slides. But that was alright.

We should be there soon. And by my calculations, it wasn’t far now. Suddenly, I felt someone’s unkind gaze on me.

I even flinched. He’s not slowing down. I looked around.

No one. Was it just me? I’m used to trusting my senses, or should I say instinct. That animal, subconscious sense of impending danger.

It’s never failed me in war or in everyday life. So there is something or someone here. I turned around.

The elephant was methodically swinging his ski poles and following me along the trampled track. I wondered what I had imagined. Maybe it was a rogue bear.

I didn’t want it on my head. I switched to light running, trying to keep a close eye on the road and the sides, just in case I took the safety off the automatic rifle. The cartridge was in the cartridge.

So in case of what there is something to meet, suddenly the guide stopped and raised his hand. I cautiously drove up and stopped beside him. There is someone here, the alien hunter said quietly.

He’s watching us. Should we attack or something? I was breathing hard. I was tired of civilian life.

I don’t know if he wanted to. He would have attacked us long ago. I smelled him 200 hours ago.

He’s coming from our right about 100 meters away. I cautiously looked in that direction, but I didn’t see anything. I looked back and looked at the elephant crouching with the machine gun.

What are we going to do? Quietly asked the guide. Do the job. I looked expressively at the machine.

Let’s go. It was time to show the hut, but there was a forest all around and there was no sign of habitation. Suddenly, it seemed to me that the frightened guide had lost his way, but he stopped and waved to me.

It’s going to be the edge. We’re at the target. You’re on your own from here.

You got a map. You’ll reach the point on your own. The guide turned his skis around.

Good luck. Aren’t you afraid? Alone. I’ve been in the Teva since I was a kid.

The man shrugged his shoulders and without looking back, walked along the trampled track in the opposite direction. Soon his back, illuminating mine with moonlight, disappeared behind the trees. In about an hour, it should be dawn, but the moon seemed to shine even brighter.

For our expedition, such weather is worse than the worst enemy. I’d rather have fog and snow, but such was our luck. The elephant has arrived.

Well, commander, we start quietly, he said and adjusted the belt of the machine gun. We slid toward the lodge, hiding in the shadows of the trees, trying to keep Luna to our left so that our shadows merged with the solid wall of the forest. At last, I saw at the opposite edge of the clearing Dolevskaya in the moonlight, a long structure enclosed by a fence of reflex sheets based iron.

The two windows facing the edge of the forest, where the elephant and I lurked, were dark. Almost closely adjoining the house was a barn made of logs, and farther away in a special area barely covered with snow was dark. The historical monster of thunder was a helicopter, sabers, blades.

On the side opposite the house, there were several tanks, probably with fuel for the helicopter. Somewhere nearby an engine clattered, generating electricity. At the entrance to the lodge it dimmed.

An uneven blue-colored flashlight came running. I pulled my night binoculars out of my unloading and brought them up to my eyes. There didn’t seem to be any dogs.

We started off as if we were on a roll. I felt a familiar shiver run down my spine. The feeling of the last seconds before the attack, when it is impossible to stop as it is impossible to stop a snow avalanche that has begun its movement.

Without turning his head, he waved his hand, and in perfect silence the figure in a white coat zigzagged towards the fence. In a few seconds the elephant was already on the other side, and took up a position at the sidewall, holding the entrance in his sights. I overcame the obstacles in one leap and stood close to the door, put my palm on the handle, and gently pulled the door towards me.

It moved towards me and stopped, as if it was bumped into something. I see, with the usual hook holding the automatic behind my left hand with my right, I pulled out a knife and slipped the blade into the slot. Lightly pressed upward pulled at the door toward me, and slowly lowered the hook so it wouldn’t yank open.

Carefully he opened the door. Silence from the cabin smelled of lodging, onions, stew, gun grease. Behind me, an elephant crept through the doorway.

Just in case of fear and neon tiptoe, I slipped inside, moving quickly and silently, putting soul by soul, judging by the life-affirming ramp up to the wearer. Nusia from behind a closed door leading to a side room. Two natives were sound asleep.

I slid like a shadow along the wall without taking my finger off the trigger. Where is the third? And the prisoner? As if answering my mute question from behind the other door, I heard a characteristic slapping and a loud prolonged groan. I gently pushed the door open and peered through the crack.

A big male was grooming a woman on all fours. Well done. With such fervor that she occasionally hit her head on the headboard of the bed.

Good thing there was a mat hanging there. Softened the blows I could clearly see in the darkness rhythmically moving white in the ass of the man. There was an example of the most tender intergender friendship inherent in a partner who understood each other well.

It didn’t look like the damsel from… To her bow. Not willingly I let him live for a second, and then I pulled out, stell it, and put it to the hilt between the ribs right in the heart through my body. Like a discharge of electric current ran inexpressible sensation transmitting itself to the enemy along with the impact of the knife.

The moment when the man you killed leaves the life and it’s as if you see his flying soul. I felt like an angel of death for a moment. The male silently fell face down on the maiden.

She had already opened her mouth to scream. But I had time to put my glove in it. The maiden fell silent, spinning her eyes frantically.

Behind my back, the elephant’s automaton clicked softly twice. For a moment about the light in the corridor not bright flashes, two bodies returned to the beds and froze, convulsing, clearly emphasizing the feet in a fading rhythm. Illuminated by the full moon, the taiga froze in a light stupor in the silvery moonlight.

Dimly cast white coats, tall pines. I pressed the two tangent three times. The radio station quietly took a chance.

The signal was received. Half an hour later, I heard the approaching rumble of a helicopter. The elephant had pulled onto the porch, a bound maiden.

She was lunging, trying to say something and trying with all her might to spit out my glove sticking out of her mouth. Maybe he’ll untie her, the hearty elephant said doubtfully. So that she bites us no more or what? We’ll turn her in, Daddy.

Let her deal with it. We’ve done our job. I and the elephant picked up the girl under the arms and dragged to a helicopter.

The pilot keeps the engine running and the propeller blades revolved, raising a blizzard of snow. Take it, I shouted to the chief of security, standing on the top step of the gangway. He stretched out his hand and pulled the girl inside the car.

I put the machine gun behind my back and started to climb up the ramp. Robert shouted something from behind my back and a shot rang out very loudly. I was hit in the shoulders with a sledgehammer and the light went out.

Consciousness came back in pieces. First, I felt my legs, then my arms, then a piercing cold. When I lifted my eyelids, a blinding white light, bright and sharp as an all, struck my eyes.

I blinked a few times. I could see nothing. Recent events pulled out of memory Zanka girl, a helicopter and a shot in the back something behind the rustle and the side.

Are you awake? The elephant had no choice of words as usual. What was that? I spoke slowly. I wasn’t fully awake yet.

It was a cleanup job. First us and then us. The elephant spit.

Honestly, I don’t understand it myself. Who did the shooting? There’s one thing that’s been bothering me so far. Yeah, our guide was buried in a snowdrift waiting for a command.

He hit your backpack and there’s a titanium plate in there. If you need anything. Elephant wiped his face with the palm of his hand.

You got thrown off the ramp and you’re like this. While he was shooting at you, I cut him off with my machine gun. Too bad.

I missed the bastard large enough. He managed to run over the door. The elephant smiled, but I’ll get him too.

I lay there, afraid to move. The pain in my back throbbed and jolted by the metal butt of the machine gun. It pressed painfully on my ribs…