Struggle: Grip of steel - стр. 2

Retrieving the gun, Gora pulled out the clip, checked the cartridges, then inserted it back in, carefully twisted the bolt, and placed it under his pillow. This was a time when one should especially think about the fact that a gun for his position was far from being a weapon for his position.

Then he pulled his legs out from under the blanket and placed them on the floor. There wasn't much strength in them, but there was some. And he didn't need more than that. Next to it was a drop cloth with a needle stuck in it, which he carefully pulled out and stuck into the mattress.

Getting up, Hora went to the closet that contained his clothes, opened it, selected his tunic with almost no insignia, except for the Self-Government chefron, consisting of a large fang in the middle and crossed working picks. To the tunic the same dark brown pants and black boots.

By the time he had time to put on his boots the second guard and Dr. Kupavsky had returned. Both of them looked dumbfounded, though the doctor tried not to show it:

– Mr. Prefect, you can't move so much at once, we've had several blood transfusions, blood pressure is very unstable after something like this.

– Thank you, Doctor. – The prefect put a boot on his other foot and, whimpering, threw on his tunic. – Now you'll have to study and analyze my health the whole time you're here. Without being distracted by anything or anyone. Consider this your constant and only duty from this moment on.

Gora walked over to his bed, pulled his pistol out from under his pillow, and looked at it – yes, I should get a holster first, it wasn't very respectable to go everywhere with it in my hand:

– Kolya, give me your holster for now. You'll get a new one during the day.

The prefect left the bedroom and found himself in his office: a desk and chair, a closet full of weapons, a nightstand full of documents, and a large canvas with the image of autonomy. It's his. It belongs to him. And no one else will be able to use it.

– How many guards are present outside the door now? – Gora asked Lesin, who was the last of the trio to leave the bedroom.

– Your entire security company. One hundred and twenty men.

– All right, then. Don't let anyone in without my knowledge. And find me Tikhomirov.

***

Sitting at his desk, Gora realized the reality that was right for him at the moment. The power he had gained not so long ago was pressing down on him with its weight. And not at all from the outside, as he had expected – all those awkward outside efforts, like trying to break the Inquisitors into the Korsa sector from the surface, or firing on the repair team near the Deese sector. It was child's play compared to what was happening in the reality that enveloped him.