soul slapped her a slap. Her head swayed to the side, and tears came to her eyes.

- I ask questions, you answer quietly. If that ... the end is clear to you ?!

“...” she shook her head in agreement.

- Who you are?

- We ... We are from the Service! - she whispers with pathos.

- From what? - I ask uncomprehendingly.

- Security service, and who are you? - She immediately asks a question.

- Ivan Nefedov, captain, commander of the reconnaissance company.

- What is the captain? What company? - she wonders uncomprehendingly.

- Shut up! - and not much poke his fist under the ribs.

She paused, not understanding anything.

- Why did you detain us?

- Order. There was an escape clone with an accomplice, she said.

- A clone, I suppose, am I? - I clarify.

- She nodded.

- How did you find us?

- Trapped the tablet.

- But I did not turn it on ?!

- There is an isolated beacon. Activated automatically when crossing the guard radius ...

- Clear.

- What else do you know about me?

- Clone, partially trained, and even seem to know how to fight ...

- It's all?

- Yes...

- Where are we?

- In the forest, in the old special bunkers removed from conservation, this year ...

- You were spying ?! - guessed - for the project. How many of you?

“...” she nodded in agreement with my conclusions. - Five ... Two guard the perimeter at the top, and I, Skork and Daria inside. Daria interrogates the girl, Skork commander ...

- Where is Leila held?

- Down the corridor around the corner, the camera ...

“Thanks for the infra,” and I, tearing off her sleeve, and put her mouth to her and walked to the door.

Listening, looked out into the corridor. Silence, only to the right was a quiet, indistinct chatter. Taking the machine at the ready, I slowly walked in that direction and around the bend I came across a half-closed door. Peering into the left gap, I saw that my product was attached to the same table and was actively asked about something, and she responded with a fever. I listened:

- ... he is a saboteur from the army of the past! Easily done in battle with our best melee fighters ...

Having decided not to wait any longer, I jerked open the door and made two aimed shots. “Doom, doom,” the machine gun slammed, and both sat-women fell to the floor.

“You’ve talked too much,” I said sternly, turning to Leila.

- You ... what? - she shook, - killed them?

- Yeah ... - I happily grinned, there is another lying around in another cell. Two were left outside, and we can rest ...

“Well, you can't do that ...” she almost roared as she gathered air in her chest.

- Yeah ... And you can shoot from an ambush in me! - I parried cheerfully, - from which side is the exit?

“There,” she nodded vaguely, and began to sob.

And I saw the handcuffs sticking out of Pocket Skork, quickly bent down and swaddled both hands and legs specialists.

- Are you with me? - I looked at Leila inquiringly.

“The killer ...” she whispered in horror.

“Then lie down for the time being here, and don't go anywhere, but I will deal with two more men ...” and went out into the corridor.

* * *

I “took” two guards as partridges — quietly and silently, they did not expect an attack from the bunker, and now I enjoyed peace. In the bunker there were just five cells, two rooms of the type of medblocks in which these strange tables with handcuffs stood, a lounge, a kitchen and a bathroom with a shower. After a brief interrogation, all the detainees were identified in separate cells, and I forced Leila to start cooking dinner. Thank God there were a lot of products. After eating, I secured myself by pulling Leila's arms and legs with plastic handcuffs and putting him in bed. And he himself took a shower with pleasure, and stretched out on clean sheets, fell asleep.

— 3-

Sleeping and having breakfast, I began to think about my conversation with Skork yesterday, or, rather, the interrogation ... She didn’t want to answer, but Daria turned out to be more accommodating ... and as soon as I shot a gun out of her ear and pointed the stinking gunpowder on the lips immediately decided to speak.

She, Daria, medical instructor. And her duties also include drug interrogation.It was then that I received the full layout of the drugs lying on the bedside table in my cell, which I used when talking with her commander Skork.

Here everything is left, as in our time. Information is everything. It is always small and it is brought only to a limited circle of people. But everything is in order:

People, or rather women, wanted to live longer. But nature is difficult to deceive, although they have achieved success. The average life span has passed for a hundred years. But a further increase in the life span faced insurmountable difficulties. In this regard, as part of a special project under the auspices of the Security Council, an alternative method was developed: transferring consciousness to cloned bodies; the so-called operation "Queen". Apparently, inside the operation “Queen” a secret development “Trojan horse” was carried out. But the Security Council was not informed about it. She was directly overseen by the Council. Although information about it was leaked and the leaders of the Security Council decided to snatch "their own piece of the pie," and at the same time to find out what this means. Thus, not far from the research area for the Trojan Horse, a reconnaissance group SB from the regional Siberian branch appeared in the forest. Monitoring of the air and other operational actions gave very scarce and contradictory information. They were not allowed to take the language, but there was such a thing: an escape, a guard and a trained clone ... And when it became clear, the escaped left for the taiga, which in itself was unusually Skork decided to capture. Her group monitored our movement, while at the same time turning off our signals to avoid competition. So the prosecution groups from the Project lost us on the second day, and the Skork group took the language. I was lucky. Leila had information only at the level of rumors and what I said. But one thing to hear, and another to know for sure. They didn’t believe her, and when I began to carry “nonsense” about the hostess and the training, they decided that I was just sbrenil, the more so the clones were not very psychological. It was even harder to believe in a successful transplant, and that the object of a successful experience is a man in general ... Taking advantage of the moment, I replayed the situation and now was the master of the situation. By the way, Skork still still did not believe that the full-fledged intelligence of a man from the past and even a saboteur scout was transplanted into me ... Clones, it's just living vibrators and nothing more, but here it is!

And she was vain and ambitious. And the seizure was carried out without the sanction of the center and its notification of the operation at its own peril and risk. Given the one-way communication with the center in full radio silence - I found a temporary shelter!

And, by the way, at all sites of the operation “Queen”, even using clones grown from donor cells as a recipient, the results were zero. And this gave reason for reflection. I here it ... But other objects from the same biological material and the same matrix - failed. And as I remembered, even Chloe did not understand what was the matter! And the question of the revival of men, which Chloe described to me in colors, was not on the agenda, but was one of the possible options for a distant future ...

I had to grab my head. One man on a planet inhabited by women. Millions, and maybe a billion women. And if I had been Casanova, it would have inspired me, but I was a simple man, even if with specific training that helped me survive and hide from custody ... And then what? Create a sort of caliphate with a harem and engage in the reproduction of men with the maximum available number of women? And where to find so many women, or a place? Here in the forest? I do not think that it will be possible to hide this for a long time, without the support of the Council or the same Security Council. The question was spinning in my head: "Will they help me?" And then a reasonable answer arose: “Do they need it? So many men in one place, and even without supervision! ”...