Vlad always attracted riddles, and especially dungeons. While still a student, he discovered one remarkable thing: the ordinary basements of houses were not exactly basements.

Once, having entered the basement, which he inherited along with the apartment from his grandfather, he found a hastily fixed hole. Without hesitation, he took a piece of reinforcement lying near him and smashed a hole-manhole. According to rumors in narrow circles, he knew that in "Soviet times" members of the so-called elite had not only apartments that were different from ordinary mortals, but also secrets connected with them. Some apartments, especially on the ground floor, had an entrance, located in the form of a hatch in the kitchen leading to government tunnels. Those who preferred to live on other floors were given the keys to the basement, which differs from the usual, by the presence of the above-mentioned entrance to the tunnel.

Having a little recovered from the unexpected twist of fate, Vlad quickly realized what could be the result, and after filling up the manhole with the junk lying next to him, he returned to his grandfather's apartment.

It was decided to make a sortie late at night. After waiting for the scheduled time, Vlad changed into old clothes, and, taking the bucket under the potatoes for conspiracy, set off. Throwing a heaped manhole, he descended. A long, rusty staircase went deep underground in an unknown direction. Turning on the flashlight, Vlad began to descend. After a while the staircase ended and, entering the land of a horizontal tunnel, he turned around. The tunnel had no lighting and went somewhere into an unknown distance. After passing a few hundred meters, Vlad went to an abandoned metro station. Trains naturally did not go and only the sound dripping from above the water read out the absolute silence of the abandoned metro station.

Passing by a rusty red carriage, with a golden coat of arms that had become dull with old age, he set off to the building that stood opposite him. Opening the oak door, he found himself in a small room with an elevator door right in front of him. The elevator was de-energized. Remembering that in the event of any technical problems, there was always a backup option, Vlad began to look for an emergency ladder that would replace a non-working elevator. Coming out of the lifter, he quickly found the door of the technical staff in the wall and, going inside, walked to a round hatch with handles-valves, made in the form of a red star. Turning the bolt, he opened the hatch and, already along the usual metal stairs, began to descend even deeper. After about 30 minutes, he saw a diffused fluorescent light that came from below and started to lower it a little more carefully. Already at the very end, when there were only 5 meters left until the exit, a crunch suddenly sounded and a piece of rotten tunnel stairs together with Vlad began to fall down. Exhaling deeply, Vlad closed his eyes and prepared to strike. Hurting against the ground, he quickly bounced to the side, avoiding the rest of the tunnel stairs that fell from above. Quickly he got to his feet, he looked around.

In the consecrated room there was nobody. The room was a closed territory with the doors of a non-working elevator, an emergency staircase, which due to recent events partially collapsed and the pressure doors standing off the premises. Vlad was trapped: the elevator was de-energized, the emergency staircase collapsed. The only way out was to go through the door further. Going to the door, he did not find the telephone, which is usual for this type of room, without buttons with a coat of arms. Directly on the door was attached miniature keyboard with two additional buttons enter and cancel.

A little thought, he decided to enter the password. As is well known, the Russian military do not possess special intellectual abilities and always choose the simplest options that could be remembered in any, even the most inadequate, state. Vlad thought, reached for the keyboard and entered the word Russia.Pressing the enter button in the door buzzed something and the huge door through the door began to open slowly.

Having quickly penetrated inside, Vlad realized that this was an old, unused door, still from the former Soviet legacy, and now apparently used as an emergency exit.

The government bunker was a complex of premises, interconnected by transparent, made of heavy-duty glass tunnels. After passing through the first tunnel, Vlad found himself in a technical staff room. In a small room there was a chair, a table with an already familiar telephone between the buttons and an iron cabinet-safe along the wall. For some unknown reason, there was no protection, like people in the tunnels, as well as in the premises investigated by Vlad. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitail.ru) Having relaxed a bit, Vlad decided to explore the premises, on the subject of finding a key or a map that would allow him to get out of the bunker. Approaching the table, he looked up. At a height beyond the control of ordinary mortals, hung a portrait of the radiant and cheerful Victor Petkin. Petkina had a great mood and he looked from his portrait with a kindly but paternally stern look. Below under the portrait hung a black belt, as if hinting to those who dare to claim a place in the portrait that it can easily turn into a ribbon, but no longer under, but in the portrait.

Having found no valuable information for himself, Vlad left the room and walked along the tunnel to the center of the complex. Opening the door, he was in a spacious hall-fae. The hall was decorated with unusual sculptures depicting half-humans, half-dragons, twisting in a bizarre form. Right in front of him was a huge double door with a golden double-headed eagle and a glowing green sign at the top of the “Flesh Sector”.

Having approached the door, she slowly began to open and a huge laboratory hall opened before Vlad.

The laboratory was divided into the technical part, consisting of equipment and huge tubes - the results of labor. Coming closer to the test tubes, Vlad was taken aback: completely naked male and female bodies, connected to wires attached to the spine and the back of the head, floated in the liquid filling the entire test tube. A top-secret Russian laboratory, in the silence of an underground bunker, developed and cultivated for the sexual comfort of the elite perfect human bodies, with a unique artificial consciousness, around the clock excited to satisfy the most exquisite sexual fantasies of picky customers.

Having passed the laboratory, Vlad found himself in a corridor with a red carpet, running along numerous doors. Choosing at random the first door that he got, Vlad exhaled deeply for courage and entered the room. The room was stylized as a rustic hut with a wooden table, an iron armored bed and a stone stove along the wall. At the table sat an old grandfather in red trousers, trousers and, playing on his shabby accordion, sang a ditty.

We will go through the village,
Cook something up:
That mare is away ** m,
That goat gobble.

On the table was a Russian samovar, with an old canvas boot and a bottle of moonshine on a pipe. Near the table, his old front-line girlfriend Baba Dusya danced to the beat of the music. Wearing rubber boots on a bare foot, she defiantly trod around the harmonist, while singing along with his ditties.

Hearing that someone entered, she turned around.

Come in, my dear - she grumbled - what do you want? Maybe we will drink the moonshine first or take a shot right away?

Looking at the bitch's bitten bitch, she once laughed merrily, and began to unbutton her mothball dress.

Silently turning around, Vlad went out into the corridor. Interesting, he thought, and for whom did they grow up this depraved old woman. He quickly took a deep breath and began exploring other rooms.

Opening at random one of the doors, he entered. In the twilight of the room he saw the outlines of female figures.

Hi - said one of the figures and by surprise Vlad almost choked.A greenish fluorescent light was flowing from behind the girl’s mouth. Inspired by the success of their Western colleagues, the Russian scientists brought out a special version of girls glowing in the dark. In order to somehow diversify the assortment of the “sector of the flesh”, three variants of luminous girls were derived. At one of them, which Vlad saw exactly, a greenish glow emanated from behind the mouth, and at the other, from the vagina. The third client amused the anal backlighting. According to unconfirmed rumors, the girls were created as a response from RAO UES to their call for universal energy conservation.

Somehow, not imbued with the idea, Vlad again went into the corridor. This time he decided, by all means, to find such that it was really possible to taste without losing his mental state. Passing through a pair of doors, he stopped. From under the door flowed a small stream of smoke. Opening the door, he quickly entered. Before Vlad in all its virginal purity, the Russian forest was developed. A huge bonfire burned right in front of him. A round of young girls in national costumes danced around the fire. After making three circles, they threw off the kokoshnik, and then, with the same sharp movement, a white dress embroidered with red patterns. Left alone in their sandals, they turned in the direction of Vlad. Driving past him, they made a couple of turns and lined up in front of him. The round dance began to take an erotic background. Pulling out his dick, Vlad began preparing. The first in the column, everything also swam noiselessly to Vlad and opened her mouth. Vlad thrust his cock to the magician and, taking his braid with his right hand, pulled her head closer to himself. Other girls from the dance pulled the love song:

Ride me a horse, a horse conic,
I will go as soon as possible to the house of my own ...

Taking off his sucking head from his dick, Vlad took to try other women's throats. Despite its fairly decent size, dick calmly fell into the throat of girls. Some girls during the blowjob defiantly sang along, bringing the vibrations of their vocal cords, additional notes of pleasure.

After going through all the throats, Vlad stopped to take a breath. The girls again lined up in a circle and, turning their back to Vlad, began to squeeze the circle. Stopping a few meters away, they leaned forward. Dozens of hungry cunt literally surrounded Vlad. Without wasting a minute, he came closer and introduced his dick to the first danceable girl she got. Hot flesh girls gently took Vlad's dick. Her strong, trained vaginal muscles tightly wrapped around Vlad's flesh and began to imitate frictions without any movement from Vlad's side. After some time, Vlad literally set off in a circle. The smell of female secretions began to mix with the smell of fire and wood, and it seemed that nothing could disturb the forest idyll of a government bunker visitor. Suddenly the door opened and a platoon of half-drunk soldiers in camouflage uniforms rushed into the forest.

How did you get here, bitch - one of them shouted and with a deft butt-motion he cut Vlad off ...

The corpse of an unknown young man was found not far from the new metro station under construction by metro workers. Personality, as well as causes of death - not established ...