Chapter 17
Nikolai Moskvin soviet commander, the interception-works chief of the project Battle Comrade (given by the name 'Battle Royale') finally arrived back to the control room in his base. After two hours, thirty minutes and twelve seconds if we want to be that exact.
The employees (were conscripts anyway) immediately woke up from sweet dreams, with the arrival of the boss everything was over: the nap, reading magazines and the doing-nothing. There was another reason, why the soldiers were interrupted in rest. As Moskvin walked past their tables, something massive and hard smashed into their head so the commander got a lot of discontent remarks during the way unto his own desk.
"Shut up and keep up the work."
Moskvin shouted and did not care, that a few comrades stared at his doings. Quite unusual from him to bring scrolled maps and blueprints into the engineering desk. He spread out all of these maps and prints separately, then dove into them for hours long.
He was in charge though, but his task in the project was totally neglected: the earphones hanged on his neck - the most important device when someone wanted to intercept people.
By the way... First Moskvin had been missing on his place, then appeared with military maps and does not doing his job? Even the comrades thought this fact suspicious. Some of them left seat and gathered around the commander, while watched him working.
"What is this crap? Do you want to go for a trip with the Japanese brats?" one of the soldiers asked. Wanted the meaning to be a joke.
"Sod off." Moskvin groaned without looking up. The map he was currently studying seemed to be a detailed scheme of the second game field.
"Or you go hunting maybe? Be careful then, Commander. You know, those little dragons have teeth, ha-ha!" another soldier said, after that the whole company laughed.
"Get lost motherfuckers!" Moskvin had already enough of them, jumped up from the seat and with another movement he punched somebody - someone next to him.
The 'winner' called Sokolov almost fell to the other desks, but some comrades caught him so the accident had been prevented. Moskvin did not have to say the order again, the soldiers went back to their place in the greatest silence. After that breathing could be heard as the only sound.
"If you want to know..." later Moskvin explained a bit more calmly - like he would have regretted his actions (Sokolov's nose was bleeding, so he had to visit the medical room), but not.
"The General gave me a secondary task, are you happy now?"
"No and not interested." a mustached lump mumbled in the farthest corner. That was the last word among the base-walls.
One thing also drew the attention: a small mirror-shard, which Moskvin set onto the very edge of his desk. With this shard he could see blind areas in the room - did the soldiers really work? - as the only corridor led here from the entrance. So the soviet could catch sight of every coming person, before they would reach the control room (mainly if the superiors were coming). None of the men said their assumption to the other, but soon all of them was on the same opinion: Moskvin was up to something and that 'something' is not a secondary task - as he claimed. Or worse: he wanted to check his makeup.
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