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– Hello! Tell me, please, does Boris Eduardovich Sosnin, the chief architect of Kyiv Gor Stroy, live
in one hundred and thirty-two?
The elderly concierge looked at me through tortoise-shell glasses, the thought flashed through
my mind: “Antiques, definitely inherited,” she finally said:
– Young man, what is your question to Boris Eduardovich?
– In our company "Italian Pizza", he often orders it, and | was sent from our company to
acquaint him, as our client, with bonus offers, since he is a long-term and regular client.
– Okay, but how to introduce you?
– Tell me that | am a sales manager, our delivery agent visited him earlier, well, and after the
decision of the management, the company's managers sent me to Boris Eduardovich.
– That's what | hear that amazing smell comes from your bag.
– Well, what is your name?
– Aunt Valya, you can just Valya. – Smiling with a youthful smile that a woman had some sixty
years ago, she took a gift copy of pizza from me and added, – Thank you, will you bring pizza
now?
– Unfortunately, no, this work will be done by an agent, | hope you have seen him more than
once, well, unless he quits, do you see what is happening around?
– Yes, yes, young man, yes, yes, – she said sadly, – wait, I'll find out now, is he at home or not? -
With these words, the concierge picked up the phone. Soon her voice was heard, then she
turned to me, – Go to the third floor, he is waiting for you there.
– Thank you, aunt Valya, I'm on the elevator!
– Wait, wait, now there are rolling blackouts, you can get stuck in there, it's better to walk.
– Thank you, and good evening to you!
– And to you, young man … A wide staircase led to the fifth floor, an elevator crate passed
nearby, but | no longer heard the voice of the concierge, as | was walking along the wide steps
of the pre-revolutionary luxury of building architecture of the past. Two entrance doors of
apartments No. 132 and No. 133 went opposite to each other on the landing of the third floor.
The landing was narrow, bounded on one side by an elevator shaft, and on the other side by a
wall with a large, bright window high up. Exactly in the middle of this wall, under the window,
there is a fire hydrant with a coil of fire hose, which was visible through the glass of the door,
sealed with a seal. On the door of the fire hydrant, a strip of white paper is glued to the
wooden frame of the niche of the fire hydrant with the date and number of the inspection of
the object, with the seal and painting of the controlling person. | approached this object and,
leaning my travel bag against the wall closer to the fire niche, opened the zipper of the bag and,
pretending to take out a pizza, turned on the scanning device for detecting listening
installations of tracking, a gift from the lieutenant colonel. Then he took the pizza out of the
bag, zipped it up and hung the bag over his shoulder, as if by chance he moved close to the fire
hydrant and heard the squeak of the appliance. Turning around at the door of the fire facility,
installing the bag strap on my shoulder, | saw where the miniature camera was located,
carefully so as not to accidentally catch it, | finally fitted the bag strap on my shoulder, and with
a pizza in my hands, picturesquely approached the door of apartment No. 132 and pressed call.
Soon shuffling steps were heard outside the door, such sounds are heard from room slippers on
the floor of a fat person. The door opened and a grey-haired, obese man with glasses appeared
in a gray bathrobe over a light-colored pajama suit with a book in his hands. Without thinking
twice, | said the password:
– Did you order Italian pizza? – smiling affably at the same time.
– | like mushrooms, and what do you have? – the feedback was correct, | should have answered
like this:
– Only with sausage from the lips of a desert and wild camel! – such a review was invented just
in case, and told the resident that the intelligence officer had died, and that now there would
be another one instead of him, that is, me.
– Come in!
The apartment with high ceilings and antique furniture looked more like an exhibition pavilion
of historical artefacts and paintings. The portrait of a woman in a luxurious white dress stood
out in particular. The painting hung over a massive fireplace that occupied a third of the blank
outer wall that closed off the street. And the windows of the apartment overlooked the
courtyard with a small garden of planted trees and two or three benches for relaxing. By the
fireplace Boris Eduardovich stopped and gestured to two armchairs and a table between them
with crooked marble legs and a mahogany top.
– Sit down young man, and put pizza on the table. – Kindly offered Boris Eduardovich. | put the
package of pizza on the table and took out the cognac.
– A gift from your company? – playing a comedy before wiretapping, said the architect. It
became clear to me that the former architect was being shadowed, – And how much do | charge
for pizza and cognac?
I silently laid out a check from the store. He looked at me carefully, then took a ballpoint pen
and wrote something on the check, pushed the check towards me, | looked at his note: – There
is a wiretapping all around, don’t say anything, I'll go see you off and we'll talk there, after
reading, | nodded back and said:
– | temporarily replace a friend for delivery, and | bought cognac for myself, they gave me pizza
as a gift, there is a sale in the supermarket now and | bought this cognac at a discount, and two
| wanted to sell pizzas, | gave one for nothing to the concierge, and | decided to sell you for an
old check for two dears, but if you don’t want it, then whatever you want.
– No, no, just leave me pizza, I'll buy it from you, | don't need change, take the cognac back, -
with these words, he gave me money and a letter, – wait until.
– Fine!
He changed his clothes and soon we went out into the square.
– You never introduced yourself?
– Valentin Baran Yuryevich, captain of the Soviet army, was summoned by a summons and sent
to the garrison of Belaya Tserkov, where he was captured and was recruited and sent to you to
receive a task.
– Where did my contact go? Boris Eduardovich asked anxiously.
– Shot by a sniper when advancing towards the airfield to the town of the captured aviation
unit. | managed to grab a white shirt from my travel bag and all twelve people remained in
captivity.
– And | found myself under a cap, and now | don’t know what will happen next?
– But since you are under surveillance, then there is no evidence for your arrest, so lie down on
the bottom, and there it will be, it will be. – | answered.
– So it is so, but what about you, are you now also under this same cap? Boris Eduardovich
asked restlessly.
Don't worry about me, I'm not going to take any action. One thing is clear to me that our
mission failed, and we can not shine.
– There is valuable information in the letter, how to transfer it to Moscow?
– No way, this madness will end soon, | hope, – | answered, – and | have to leave, all the best. -
With these words, | got up and went to the Teatralnaya metro station. Moving along
Vladimirskaya street, | noticed two guys following me at a distance of about fifteen meters.
After walking a little, | took out my smartphone and ordered a taxi, the dispatcher asked for the
address, where to send the transport and where to go. | told the driver to drive up to the
Vladimirsky Cathedral and call me back, and told me to go to the area of the Petrovka metro
station. | walked unhurriedly to the Opera and Ballet Theater and turned into the alley that led
to the Cathedral. The taxi driver called, said that he had already arrived, giving the number of
