Alex ran to the two-story building. Pulling his head into his shoulders, he rushed between stakes with strung mutants, dived into the shadow under the wall. Just when he turned the corner, soldiers appeared on the road. They walked slowly, as if they deliberately gave time to the locals so that they could be more scared. Six people in helmets, unloading, with machine guns - they looked much more impressive than Vlasov and fellow countrymen...