Binary code Mystery number three - стр. 18

Without waiting for a reply, the secretary turned around and looked at Ruthra questioningly. With an effort of will, Ruthra gave a reply:

– No, it's fine, I was expecting you to give me Ernest Famous' email.

– Of course, no questions asked. He asked me to give it to anyone who was interested," the secretary said with an exclamation and handed Rutra a business card for the "head of the folk dance group," which had a non-geographic 800 area code phone number and an e-mail address.

– Thank you," Ruthra replied, and went to the exit, where a rotary bus was waiting for him and like-minded people of similar rank.

Ruthra's brain was almost glowing, her imagination trying to grasp the magnitude of the confrontation between the logic of what was happening and the cause and effect that had brought society to this state. The veil had evaporated, the masks had been dropped. Now it was necessary to find out who was who! To find out, it was necessary to carry out the plan, the plan that Rutra had been preparing.

My dear reader, we have passed with you the level where you learned about the top-secret organization, where information from all intelligence agencies of the world flows, were in the underground at the site "Polygon", which is a separate civilization, visited closed cities, secret laboratories, secret clubs, participated in battles and investigated in the virtual world. Now you will have to take a new turn of events, so steep that you may be washed away by a tsunami wave, literally and figuratively. Get ready, fix yourself in the seat of "Cactus" tighter, establish a connection through the chip in your head with your assistant – artificial intelligence ISU-A2, check the satellites, listen to your inner voice and be ready to see a new sky and a new land. Good luck to you!

Yesterday was a wild beast,

Today, it's a human being,

And tomorrow you'll be the one

Will usher new century

The next day, on his return from Kola, Ruthra was euphoric about his investigation, but still in a foul mood because it had not solved the main secret, but had confused things even more. It appeared the conspirators and instigators of the problem he was busy finding a solution to could be anywhere, perhaps the main bearer of the secret was not alive. Among other things, there was a lot of urgent business piling up at the facility because of all this latest operation. It was only the positivity of Rutru's outcome that made him a little calmer and allowed him to be proud of himself. All of his wanderings and conspiracy solutions, which Rutra had subjected himself to at his level, were not in vain and once again confirmed the rule: the higher your level, the harder it is to not be yourself. After the last operation, Ruthra began to understand why kings and emperors disguised themselves as commoners: to know exactly what was going on in their heads and what their subjects were thinking; Emperor Nicholas I, for example, had resorted to such methods.