Struggle. Retribution in the Twilight - стр. 15
– I don't need to hear about the Jackal. What's your unit?
– What about you? So I told you. – Bolotnikov knew very well the braggart nature of the hivi, and how they did not like to share unnecessary information even with their own. Who knows, maybe he'll take them for his own after all.
– You don't want to take a bullet?
– Everybody gets caught at some point. Not everyone's gonna be a rotten ass in the process.
Hearing this, the slouch seemed to smile a little and even relaxed a bit, but in essence it meant nothing – he held his AK-74 still firmly and aimed exactly at the center of the major's solar plexus:
– I agree… Well go that way… Penalized....
Bolotnikov turned slowly in that direction and, keeping his hands up, walked in the direction indicated. There seemed to be no chance of escaping – his escort had deliberately lagged behind by six or seven steps, so that there would be time to shoot, both in case of an attempt to escape and in case of an attempt to seize his weapon.
– Do you know who the jackal snitched to? – Bolotnikov suddenly had an idea of how to fix or at least change the situation.
Slouch was silent and only breathed back occasionally.
– He knocked the plagues from the SCK. – Bolotnikov replied, turning his head slightly and noticing the enemy out of the corner of his eye.
– What?!
– Yes, yes, to the chums from the SCK… – the major stopped and turned back a little. – He said he had no choice....
– What fucking choice?! These bitches snitch! Did he get a bad fucking meal here?
– He wasn't complaining about the food, you know… He was in the shit and he wanted to get out of it. You know, everybody protects your own skin more than somebody else's.
– So what? BCC's gonna help him out?
– You see, it didn't work. But somehow he wasn't too upset. He wouldn't even smoke. He said I smoked mine a long time ago…
Slouchy laughed and lowered the machine gun altogether:
– That asshole gave me the smokes. We used to be together. Only he went upstairs, and I didn't think I'd say anything. You know, he's a brave guy without epaulets. He's braver than a lot of fancy men. It ain't my thing to chase rank. But when we were young, he bet me a carton of cigarettes. And that was expensive for him. Very expensive, bitch. Ha-ha-ha. So he got upset. And he says, "I'm not fucking smoking anymore." Like he can't afford to buy any more. And then he quit altogether… And here's this dandy who says he's already smoked his own. Ha-ha… Well, on the other hand, at least he didn't completely deceive you. I was the one who fooled him with that block. Ha-ha-ha-ha.