Synopsis

In the distant future, mankind was not expecting the brightest days. The nuclear winter that engulfed the globe made the rest of the people rally in several cities, protected from radiation by recent and complex instruments.
Having spent all the provisions, the most desperate decided to leave the perimeter - and found that the "winter" was gone, just like their familiar Earth. Trees, plants, animals began to look different, even the water changed color. The new world concealed many dangers and the first of them were mutants, who were once people who came under attack. Over time, the survivors - the "old" ones - began to find places of change. The physical and chemical laws of the familiar world were here ... plastic. Remembering the past years, the old called these places anomalies, and objects with similar, illogical properties - artifacts.

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Inn "Lonely House", 3 kilometers from the outpost at Berlin.

- Seriously, can you imagine? I sit, the fishing pole in my hands, in my underpants and gas, I sunbathe ... And next to this dolt in the OZK, I see only how my lenses sparkle angrily at me. Mosquitoes - with your finger, barely bite through the rubber, the poor fellow spins, like in a frying pan - and I would at least have henna. The main thing is that he himself asked for it, he says, the guys said that the fish there is wildly tasty - well, so who is to blame, that these guys have not breathed the lungs for a long time? So I tried, on my head - I would no longer be jealous of my mother ... - Daniel continued to poison his endless tales. - It was there that I was convinced that after the 77th the insects do not rush at me.

- ALL insects? Or just mosquitoes? - lazily clarified Eress.

“Now he will tell you that he was sitting on an anthill with his ass,” added Olta to the firewood.

Daniel raised his finger, demanding silence.

“Have any of you heard of the Valley of Honey?”

“The name is familiar,” the mercenary narrowed her eyes, tugging at her ear. “It seems to be to the south-east, to the former lands of the Slavs.”

- Yes it is. About two hundred kilometers from Prague, I was there. I hired a detachment of security guards - such a food base could not be lost, then everyone sat starvingly, and the "new" leaned on the miners, said Maanat, the most experienced detachment. “The Promised Land for a sweet tooth like Shadry.” I even climbed a tree, but never saw the edge of the field. Imagine a honeycomb, each one is long with your hand? They are there with hills all over the field, between them there are hefty flowers and n *** u what some hefty bees. Poisonous, the size of a man, long sting, thorny paws. The miners said they were telepaths: once a daredevil pierced one bee with a spear, they came flying and tore him to shreds, - he looked at his interlocutor with an incomprehensible feeling. - You are a desperate type, if you really started such a test.

- How else was it to check? - Daniel got angry. - To attack the tarantula, or what? No, I will still live ... The old earners told me, these creatures attack everyone who steals the honeycomb, but if they quit and run away, they will not pursue. Where is safer?

Maanat shrugged his shoulders phlegmatically, got up and moved to the bar.

- Take me honey! - worried Olta.

“In general,” Daniel continued the interrupted story, “they stupidly did not notice me, although I was hauling a cell in front of their green noses.” So for insects, I'm really invisible.

- No! For complete and final a-ka-de-mi-ces-th knowledge, it is necessary that the ants do not bite you, - Olta giggled.

Looking into her cup, the bikeman was convinced of his suspicions.

“I’m sorry for your friends, they will still come in handy for you ... pull your pretty ass out from under a regular tarantula.”

The mercenary shuddered and fell silent. In the Detachment, everyone knew the habits of each other, and such as arachnophobia ... And it’s not even the fact that the tarantula was afraid of EVERYTHING, just Olta hated spiders.Shaggy, cold, predatory and vile creatures. Especially such as the tarantula: even a young individual could not get through the door of this building. And the one that was going to lay eggs in it was anything but young.

- Here you explain to me, what kind of demon we meet here, and where is Shadri? - wondered aloud Eress. A lone mercenary who had only recently joined the Detachment, he often asked questions, the answer to which lay on the surface.
Maanat put 4 cups on the table and gave Olte a small bowl, clamped by his elbow.

- Elementary Watson! We met here because the 14th is not the best place to run around the circle and aunt, is that understandable? And Shadri was here a week ago, I found out - look around, come back and tell where to go and what to take. It always happens, I do not think that this case is an exception.

The guard stalked from the corner to the door and let in a new guest. Or rather, the old one - Shadri's room was removed here a week ago. The squad stared at the commander with mixed feelings. Maanat raised an eyebrow, Olta grabbed his ear, Daniel opened his mouth, and Eress choked on his beer and coughed. It was something to look at - the former once red, the short hair of the hunter became white - even the eyelashes. Shadri was holding her stomach with her right hand and looked at the fighters with glittering mercury eyes.

Everyone in the Detachment was no longer children. Each of them went through more than one anomaly, each of them carried out something from there. Friendly picks between them were not uncommon, and the fighters had nicknames. Some were associated with their new features, some were just an old story, as is usually the case ... Maanat Native American, like other mercenaries years ago, wore iron armor, and ended up in the 21st anomaly in the temperature circuit. When he reached the nearest outpost and the iron was cut off from him, his skin acquired a steady red tint. Olta Apostol became famous for its acquired ability to overcome gravity, due to which it never fell into the snow. And did not swim. Daniel was solemnly called Rybak-S-Big-Letter as a youth: returning from the river with his friends, he carried a hefty fish of an unspecified breed, laid it on the grass to take a break, and she flew away. Only rookie Eress was still not noted in the Detachment.

All this flashed before the eyes of Shadri, and she resolutely moved past the table.

- Fisherman, follow me!

The mercenaries looked at each other in surprise.

- What a long-awaited, joyful meeting! - quipped Eress.

- Quiet you! - Olta shouted at him. - Something is wrong with her ...

The Indian returned his eyebrow to the proper place and began to drink beer, nodding to Daniel. He just threw up his hands, on the go took a sip from his mug and followed the commander.

Having climbed the stairs, Rybak entered the first open door. White-haired woman took him by the collar and casually moved into the dark room. Trying to stay on his feet, the mercenary took a few quick steps back, where the bed and put him a footrest. Raising his eyes and hearing the noise of a slammed door, he saw Shadry, predatory looking at his body. Hanging from above, she began to sniff at him, until finally she got to her pants. The whistle of the pulled out belt brought the stunned guy to his senses.

- Commander, what the hell are you doing ...

The pistol, resting in the thigh of a woman, was already looking at his forehead. Rybak thought for a while, trying to calculate the proportion of the speed of movements of the commander of his alcoholism, but quickly gave up this activity, realizing that he was already with his pants and shorts pulled down, and her warm palm was already crushing his eggs.

Shadri grinned and pressed his lips to his dignity. The piquancy of the situation, as well as a long abstinence on the way here quickly aroused a man. Caressing the head with a ring of lips, the obscured minds of Shadri noted that everything had already risen, nothing more was foreseen. Now she clawed at his thigh, took a deep breath, and put her head on his cock.

Daniel opened his eyes wide, not understanding what was going on.All the years that he knew the commander, she was calm and balanced ... But now ... He did not dare to move, because the barrel of the gun was swaying in front of ...