Deliver a dead or alive

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The patriarch, having ceased to move her lips, placed his hand on his knee, the president,
and barely perceptible smile slipped into the folds of his lips.

Submitted: April 10, 2011

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The patriarch, having ceased to move her lips, placed his hand on his knee, the president, and barely perceptible smile slipped into the folds of his lips. - It's not a great sin. Joy - a divine sign. Grief, sadness - It is bad, sinful. Now, if you overcame pride, arrogance, but because it was not. And if you become president, not the man who, by your reasoning, would it be, then this happened only at the behest of God, it means he was so pleased - Alexis handed Putin and Prosvirov a tiny pitcher of wine. He felt in his mouth presnotu sweetness and light: communion bread and wine, confused, turned into a nasty mush that he had difficulty swallowing. The patriarch, closing eyelids, monotone, calm began to read the prayer - this is a holy blessing of Russian President for a good cause ... ... And who knows, maybe a prayer may have saved his heavenly power at the day. After he drove the patriarchate to the Kremlin to sign several decrees and negotiations with the Minister of Economy of the amendments to the upcoming budget. All went according to schedule, which he did every day, the head of the presidential Administration Voloshin. Initially, when Putin came to the Kremlin, Alexander Stalievich he was not attracted. It seemed that too initiative, many takes from the range of issues that relate solely to President's prerogative. However, as the new president, learned the technology Kremlin kitchen, a lot had to be revised, including, place in this technology Voloshin. Not only that he was stiff, as precise as reference meter, he still was able to anticipate events, directly to its duties not related. And he was courteous, responsive and not rushed words. Knew how to listen and was able to convincingly justify their proposals. And when the president was about to leave the Kremlin, entered the room Voloshin told about the call from the Naval Staff. Commander in chief of the naval forces Kuroyedov Putin invited to the teachings of the Northern Fleet, which had to be conducted in the Barents Sea. Assumed to start from the underwater position of the two intercontinental missiles. The event is scheduled for August 12. - It's certainly not an ordinary event - said Voloshin - but is fraught with unpredictable consequences. Unfortunately, the missile launches are not always absolutely safe ... Tomorrow, on your behalf, I promised to give Kuroyedov Reply ... - Sorry, but you will have to give up such a tempting offer - Putin sat down at a table for visitors to sit down and gestured for him Voloshin. The conversation was informal tone. - The morning of 10 August I'm flying to Bocharov Stream, just a couple of days, so that Alexander Stalievich you will then take the rap for me. If you can, for these two days is not planned No formal events ... - Yes, like anything, and this is not planned. August now ... ugh, ugh, so as not to jinx it, like the off season ... - Unfortunately, this is a deceptive calm, - Putin said, and repeated recently read: - Anywhere there is no reason for the confusion and evils flew, where we least expect them ... Voloshin did not immediately remember where these lines, however, forty minutes after the departure of Putin when Voloshin telephoned Secretary of the Board Safety Sergey Ivanov said that the president assassinated, happened in the minds of insight: Yes this is a great Seneca predicted that happened and what \"we least expect\" ... It happened on the federal road A105, six miles from Rublev Highway. Putin, accompanied by five cars heading to Barvikha - He considered it his duty to attend Yeltsin's so important to its assignment. He noticed that this man has his chance and this time he hoped to accumulate a fraction of its predecessor luck. Before reaching the strife feet eight hundred, of the undergrowth, which cut through inconspicuous dirt road, pulled out a red sports Ferrari and that is called on all gas sped toward the highway. Machine-to-leader has already passed the critical angle for her at a speed of more than 150 kilometers per hour swept the remaining cars the presidential motorcade. AND Ferrari, if its purpose was president, tried to overtake them. However, for this class of machines it was not a problem. Behind soared smoke rings, and the machine itself, like a projectile, rushed to the side of the highway, and every second She approached the convoy. Her first notice of the closing caravan \"Mercedes\": one of the guards, Vladimir Odinets, putting his hand on his shoulder driver, said quietly: \"Alexey, have some sort of creature wants to get it.\" Driver only replied: \"I see ...\" The guard knew that an unknown red machine, no matter what goals she had neither a threat to traffic. This understood and driver Alexey Zimarev now and then turn my head in toward the approaching Ferrari. \"What idiot thought of this?\" - Driver mechanically hand was clean the windshield. The second guard contacted Putin's car. They said that everyone can see and try to leave. But to leave must break the system and will certainly stand out. That is to find a place finding the President. And then heavy armored Mercedes president would be doomed: car under the name \"Ferrari\" he was immediately overtake and tear.

Until the second guard took out a grenade from the case, Odinets the tube said: \"Vladimir Vladimirovich, for God's sake, do not try to break away from a number of you can not leave ... \" Putin, who is in the fourth car was literally sandwiched by two guards. When the speakerphone sounded a warning about the dangers Bodyguards have covered it himself and it was hard to breathe. And no matter how trusted it is their protection, and still like yourself to keep the situation under control. \"Let me go!\" - Rather unceremoniously, he dismissed the security guard sitting with \"Dangerous\" side. Rising, he tried the window to see what happening on the road, but nothing more than speeding past the shrubs and bollards had not noticed. Istukanisto driver was driving and got the impression that it happens no worries. However, as a professional, he understood that was not his business to deal with external circumstances, for this is the machine escort, and his case was to turn the steering wheel. And - go ahead. By all means, forward only until the road is visible, while the heart beats, and under the bottom revolve the wheel. Meanwhile, Putin, who had lost hope for himself to understand the the incident, was dropped to the seat back and said quietly: \"Never mind, break through ...\" He heard on the dynamics of negotiations between the guards. Voice Odintsov changed beyond recognition: \"Alexey, damn it, this red bastard on our bumper! \"\" I see - the voice of the driver, too, is almost unrecognizable. Language upset sticky saliva. - We'll see how I do vypolznya pruning under the belly ... \" And Odinets and the second guard Pavel Fomenko, and sitting on the first seat courier, realized that perhaps they live there are very few. But Fear not. Its never been in the salon. Perhaps, then, stung horror, their hearts will come arrhythmia, and while they were knocking on the flat, though and at a furious pace. The driver peripheral vision and sharpen hearing caught settle \"Ferrari\" and felt the danger emanating from him. \"Lesch, do not let gaper - pleadingly asked Odinets. - He goes around us. \"\" That it seems so, \"- Zimarev shrugged transfer, crossed with the words \"Lord have mercy\" spun the wheel sharply to the left. He prudently put himself in jeopardy, and napruzhinilsya, svivaya their muscles and nerves in one neproshibaemy site. His Mercedes, like a yo from a box, popped up on the left lane and just the point where a second thrust hood Ferrari. Putin on the radio heard armored side of the Mercedes' kissed \"Unknown object\", because in the cabin of the presidential car came iron crashing through it and someone unrecognizable words \"you wanted, mug, get ... \"A few moments later the president has raised over an armored car expensive and, like the wind leaf, stretched through the air thirty meters and again lowered to the pavement. Two liaison officers responsible for nuclear suitcase, sitting on the middle seat, shake soared to the ceiling salon, but supporting each other, landed safely on the seat. The guards again covered themselves Putin, and so shake machine was to It is almost without consequences. Aside from the fact that the holster with a gun right guard sitting heavily squeezed his ribs ... The explosion on the road did not cause stop the presidential motorcade: all four machines, adding speed, leaving the south-west of Moscow, in the direction of Barvikha. Mercedes accompaniment, with a powerful armor protection, explosive wave threw the other side of the highway, where he was twice overturned dragged fifteen meters on the pavement, throwing sparks in the hand, and slowly slid into a ditch. Injured guard: when tumbling grenade sighting of a frame hit him in the head and for some time, deprived of consciousness. Odinets helped to get out of the car Zimarev, who could not get out of the belt of safety. The driver gritted his teeth, all his face was excised by glass fragments. When he got out of the cabin, began to look on the part of the road, which was literally strewn with red cans. Engine Ferrari thrown away into the bushes and the rear door with seat, hanging on top of a pine, rosshey to fifty meters from the the road ... - So you, the parasite, and we must - Zimarev down next to \"Mercedes\" and pressed his cheek to him. Stroked his polished black side. He behaved with him as a living creature. - Thank you, Man you did a great job ... ... And the president among those already out of his car, which drove up to the porch of the residence of Barvikha. It was on this porch, eight months ago, he bid farewell to Yeltsin, have just been handed the reins to him government. And now, the porch was filled with people, those who worked in residence, and who had heard an explosion very close. Yeltsin, in light pants, plaid shirt, on top of which was wearing a knitted vest, was also on the front porch - he also heard the explosion and was also alarmed.


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