No Way Out at the Entrance

Дмитрий Александрович Емец

HDive #2ШНыр #2

Что бы вы сказали, если бы узнали, что завтра вам сделают предложение, от которого вы можете и захотите отказаться, но не откажетесь?.. Вам придется жертвовать собой и своими интересами, молчать в тряпочку, тренироваться, вступать в схватки, терпеть неудобства, но вы на все согласитесь. Просто так, без денег… Всего лишь за возможность нырнуть в нетронутый новый мир – двушку – и прикоснуться к мощному артефакту из этого мира. А еще за возможность спасти чью-то жизнь. В прямом или переносном смысле – не важно. Важно, что помощь будет реальной. Ведь именно для этого и существует Школа ныряльщиков.

Думаете, такое никогда не произойдет?

Когда на плечо вам сядет золотая пчела, вы посмотрите в глаза Пегаса и станете «небесным ныряльщиком», ваша жизнь изменится!

Dmitrii Emets

No Way Out at the Entrance

One should put together with the greatest effort a reserve of strands, since onagers,[1 - An onager was a siege engine of the Roman Empire, basically an ancient military catapult for throwing stones.] ballistae, and other missile weapons are of no use, if they cannot be drawn with ropes or strands. The hair from the manes and tails of horses is also very well suited to ballistae.

There is no doubt that women’s hair is also very good for similar types of machinery; that has been proven by experience at the moment of the plight of Rome. When the Capitol was besieged, as a result of constant and long use the missile machines deteriorated, but there was not a reserve of strands, then Roman matrons cut off their hair and gave it to their husbands in battle; the machines were repaired, and the enemy attack repelled.

В В В В Vegetius[2 - Publius Flavius Vegetius Renatus, commonly known as Vegetius, was a writer of the Roman Empire. One of his two surviving works is Epitoma rei militaris or De Re Militari, a Roman military treatise.]

Chapter 1

The D Route Minibus

Four brothers go to the oldest.

“How do you do, Tommy Thumb!” they say.

“Hello, Peter Pointer,

Toby Tall,

Ruby Ring,

And Baby Small!”

В В В В Finger game

Rina was sitting on a bollard swinging her legs and waiting. The subway next to her was spitting out people. Rina counted nine hundred people. Among them five hundred and ten were women. Leaving the five-hundred-and-eleventh woman uncounted, Rina jumped off the bollard and went to buy ice cream. She had enough money for either one good ice cream or to two so-so ones. After wavering for a while, she asked for two. “Who said that they’re bad? They’re underrated!” she said to herself and relaxed.

A drunk tumbled out of the rear door of a stopped car. He started to shove his passport under her nose and said that there was no kid in it. This did not surprise Rina too much: she always got into some mess.

Instead of quickly walking away, she took the passport and shook it. Not even one smallest kid fell out of the passport. “True!” she said. “No kid! Well, doesn’t matter: when you do, come quickly for teaching tips!” The drunk was offended and started to grab her sleeve.

Rina ran to the stern guard, who had risked his life catching an old hag illegally selling mushrooms on a string, and slipped him the passport. “Here, I found a document! Will you please have a look whose?” she asked and dived behind the pavilion.

Thirty minutes left for her to wait. In any case, so Kuzepy