Postup... Stas waited until they patted the cockpit and turned the key. The motor rumbled softly. The car moved, illuminating the dark empty streets, with black windows. As much as she did not peer, there are no lights visible, even from candles. And the road is practically empty. Only a couple of times came across cars standing across the path. At another time I would say abandoned, but now I absolutely did not want to check and look at the corpses again. Rare trees flashed, sometimes posters with advertisements fell into the headlights, but in general there was a very unpleasant feeling, especially when you drive past the house, and several people lie at the entrance. Either they jumped out into the street because of the knocked out light, or something else. Fortunately, there were few of them. Most were sitting at home due to the imposed ban on night movements. Martial law, damn it. It is not clear only where the patrols from the streets went.