By the time we returned to the hideout, Ivan and they had already left. Mandyuk and Aliyev each guarded their posts. Natasha and Sergey, as well as old Ivan, returned to the family. Natasha is going to explain to you the form we are facing now, that's what she thinks. I don't have a problem with that, and it's not necessarily a good thing to know, but for now it's better than not knowing. It's just the lesser of two powers.

Then I and the oil bottle took over from Mandyuk and Aliyev. We give them a break. I sent the oil bottle to the attic. I moved a chair and sat down where the house was stocked. Soon I noticed that the surroundings were really quiet, so quiet that I could hear the whirring wind from time to time. At this moment, some people in the family are talking from time to time, and the voice is not loud, but in such an environment, they feel very clear. Sergey did not talk nonsense after his return, and even less complained. Instead, he was curled up in a sleeping bag and slept.

Natasha communicated well with everyone with the help of old Ivan. People are like this, it is easy to communicate with their own kind of people and even be persuaded. If we were to say it like this, we would definitely be asked a lot of questions, and some of them would even be more sharp. But Natasha Old Ivan is the same person as them, so it is much easier to communicate.

I sat there, but I wasn't idle. I looked at the area in front of me where the clutter was kept, and there were some light-revealing gaps and holes in the wooden wall, which made me feel more and more that the other party would choose to come in. My mind is constantly playing out all kinds of situations that may arise here, and what I should do after such a situation occurs. And is there anything that hasn't been explained to Natasha now? They're going to have difficulties that I haven't thought about yet. Because there may be some difficulties that are not in your own opinion, but for others it is the opposite. And then there will undoubtedly be problems. This cannot be expected Natasha to think about them, after all, they are protected people, they have no experience, and they do not have good military qualities. Even with guns, they are actually very passive in the whole thing, and will always be the most passive party.

I thought about it and stood up and walked back and forth several times around the room. But in the end, I realized that the more I thought about it, the less likely it was that if there was an attack, the less likely it would be that we would all escape. I reluctantly sat back in my chair, and after a few more moments of thought I gave up. I couldn't use my imagination anymore, and I felt like if I rehearsed all kinds of situations in my head, and I would drive myself crazy before anyone else actually did it.

Minutes and seconds passed, and soon it was getting dark. As the sun went down, it became colder and colder in the house. It makes me feel very bad, in fact, I am afraid of the cold, not only because I feel bad, but also because it always reminds me of those nightmare days in Chechnya. It seems like this is about the same time when you finally make a final struggle in that city, right? It should be earlier than it is now, but the season should be about the same.

In the evening, Natasha, the old mother and Ivan's wife prepared something to eat for everyone. The food is really worse than what I ate in Serbia. But there is no way here, there are no good ingredients, and you can't make it with great fanfare, so it's strange that you can have delicious food.

But eating something always makes you feel better. I don't know if anyone else is like that, but I am. Not only does it keep me warm, but I find that eating is also good for stress.

In addition to the poor food and cold, we have another place that bothers and inconveniences the most. That's the absence of lights. If you want to act, such as going to the toilet or something, you use a flashlight. There are no lights, not only because of the poor conditions, but also because of safety and caution. After all, in such a remote place, a house with lights on at night will become very, very conspicuous.

I spent the night in a daze. I didn't sleep much, not only because of the cold, but also because I was probably a little excited. Maybe it's because I think too much about it during the day, and once I fall asleep, I repeat the scenes I imagined.

In addition to these, there was a small episode in the middle of the night. It was when I was half-asleep that I suddenly heard what seemed to be footsteps. At first I thought I had misheard, that my dreams were indistinguishable from reality, after all, now Aliyev and Mandyuk were on duty at night, and they should have known about the situation first. But a moment later, the footsteps were heard again. This time I confirmed that I heard it in a waking state.

I gently pulled out my gun, got up, and woke up the oil bottle next to me. I got up and went outside, and Aliyev heard the movement and walked towards me. At this moment, there was another movement outside the house.

"Did you hear that?" I asked softly. Just as I finished speaking, the movement outside suddenly disappeared. This made me very nervous all of a sudden, and the other party heard what we were doing?

Aliyev didn't seem too nervous, though, he looked at me and whispered, "It's supposed to be an animal, a weasel or a fox or something." I've had that experience. ”

"Huh?" I listened to him say this and thought about it, as if the previous movement really didn't look like it was made by people.

I didn't speak, everyone listened quietly. I didn't let the oil bottle wake everyone up and start organizing the escape, because I think Aliyev was probably right, and if you call everyone up, you will find out that it is not at all. It's a trivial matter, and I'm afraid that it will eventually develop into a wolf. That's going to be a bad thing.

A moment later, there was a "squeak" sound, and this time I was sure it wasn't human. Because the sound was exactly the sound of something pulling something, this guy was picking at the wooden wall of the house, and the gesture was trying to get in. Maybe it's the smell of leftovers that draws it in.

I let out a long sigh of relief, and I looked at Aliyev beside me, who was also dragging the oil bottle, and the two of them were also looking at me after looking at each other. I suddenly thought it was really funny that we were like this, "Aliyev, go to sleep." I don't feel sleepy at all now. I'll take a look. ”

Aliyev didn't say anything polite to me, grabbed his gun and went to rest. I sat down in the same chair I had brought during the day. The little guy outside the house went back to work after we were quiet again. This guy is very persistent, and he has been busy with this thing almost the rest of the night, although there has been an interruption in the middle, but it is more like a break or interrupted by some movement. It lasted until almost dawn before giving up completely.

After dawn, I went outside the house to check and found nothing suspicious, except for some animal footprints and traces of the wooden walls outside the house being picked up.

After breakfast, I had Natasha, Sergei and old Ivan rehearse the retreat from the beginning. Especially from the passage to the car, I made them walk many times. It was not until old Ivan was out of breath and bent over that he stopped. Not only that, but I also got all the rest of the people into a passage, and I had to let them know what the path they were going to take when they retreated, and they had to know what kind of way they were retreating.

The day passed quickly, perhaps because everyone in the organization was moving. It's better than sitting there and making people feel like time is passing by. However, the weather was not very good, and the small fish began to fall in the afternoon, and slowly grew up after nightfall. In this way, the room becomes more gloomy and cold, and the body feeling is getting worse and worse.

The little creature didn't come that night. I was feeling a little tired, and after Aliyev replaced me, I went to sleep in a corner wrapped in everything I could do to make me feel warmer. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep to the sound of raindrops ticking outside.

But it didn't seem to take long for me to wake up. Because I had a dream. The dream was real, like a replay of a clip from the past. I say this because I dreamed of the night I raided Waldette. I sneaked into the village with my men on a rainy night, tricked open the door of Waldette's yard, and shot Waldett, who was running into the house.

What woke me up was the expression of Waldette in his dream, who smiled strangely at me as he said threats and revenge before he died. That smile feels eerie when I think about it now.

I rubbed my face, even though I realized I was having a nightmare. But he still remembered Waldette's appearance that night, as if to compare it with the dream to see if it was really the same. The results were obvious, of course, and Waldette was clearly not so intimidating at the time. Instead, I was in control at the time. But even so, I still feel very bad, and I still feel scared for a while.

I stood up and subconsciously touched the scorpion that I had been carrying on my back. I suddenly felt a little ridiculous, how could I suddenly feel scared of a dead man who had been killed by myself.

I walked towards Aliyev, and I was ready to replace him, because I was already sleepy. I noticed that the rain outside seemed to have stopped, but it felt even colder. And just as I was walking outside, there was a noise from outside the house.

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What the hell is this? As soon as the rain stopped, it came again. Just as I was thinking this, there was another noise, and I suddenly felt that something was wrong. Compared to yesterday's movement, it seems that today's is very different, and I have heard the sound from midnight to dawn. And just now, it seemed to be a "snap" sound made by stepping into a puddle of muddy water. At the moment, my spine was cold.

It's not that little guy. The real damn is coming! I immediately looked at the bottle of oil that was still asleep, and I came to him, shook him awake, and then I whispered in his ear, "Get up, everybody." Retreat into the passage. ”

According to our words, people who do this sleep with one eye open, which means that they rarely fall asleep, can't wake up, and don't even know where they are when they wake up, and their brains are in a state of temporary shutdown. The oil bottle knew that there was a situation, he didn't say anything, and immediately went to the side to call Sergey. I walked over to Natasha and shook her.

Maybe he was tired, but he didn't react until I shook her a few times, and then the reaction became bigger, and I covered her mouth and whispered, "Shhhh Don't panic, it's me. Calm, calm down. Listen, hear clearly. Wake everyone up gently. To start the transfer, be sure to be light and try to be as fast as possible. Don't panic. ”

After Natasha nodded excitedly, I slowly let go of the hand covering her mouth. I could feel her shaking, and that's normal. It was pitch black all around, awakened from their sleep, and told that danger had arrived, and that not many people could resist it.

I lowered my body and came to Aliyev's side with a cat. This time the wolf is really coming...