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автор Eugene Rakhmanov

Contents

All characters, names, patronymics, surnames, locations, street names, firms, organizations, enterprises, companies, and events described in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to historical events or real people — living or deceased — is purely coincidental.

“Welcome to Krasnosibirsk”

Krasnosibirsk-6.

A small, closed city. High fences topped with barbed wire encircle its perimeter.

Watchtowers manned by armed soldiers of the USSR KGB Border Troops.

The city is strictly classified. Not marked on any maps.

Entry and exit permitted only with special passes.

Population: 19,369.

Core enterprise: Timber Processing Plant.

Logging, woodworking, and pulp/paper production.

The city’s top-secret facility: the V.I. Lenin State Institute of Nuclear Physics.

The city is guarded and supervised by a division of the USSR KGB.

08:00, December 3, 1983

In the auditorium of the V.I. Lenin State Institute of Nuclear Physics, all employees had gathered. They looked exhausted and drained. They yawned, rubbing their reddened eyes with their hands. Each fought sleep as best they could…

The hall was dimly lit, except for the bright lights above the stage. Scientists kept glancing back at the entrance door.

The wait weighed heavily on them…

After a while, confident, loud footsteps shattered the sleepy silence…

A stately, silver-haired elderly man in a white lab coat and glasses stepped onto the small stage. Professor, Theoretical Physicist Eduard Yuryevich Volynitsky.

He scanned the hall and smiled awkwardly. Clearly, he was deeply nervous. The professor wiped sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. He smiled again, sighed heavily, and began his speech:

— Good morning, comrades! Today…

He stopped abruptly. Swallowed. Anxiety had dried his throat. He cleared his throat, dabbed his forehead, and continued:

— Today, December 3, 1983, at exactly 20:00, we will make our country even greater! Today, we will inscribe our names in the history of our nation’s glorious victories! Remember this day, colleagues. We’ve worked toward it for many years. As for me… I’ve devoted my entire life to it!

The professor removed his glasses, wiped them with his handkerchief, then his forehead, and continued:

— Today, we begin testing the High-Energy Electromagnetic Particle Accelerator, codename Taiga-6. This device will allow us to study — and later control — so-called dark matter… Dark energy! We will be the first in the world to achieve this! By mastering dark matter, we will enter a new era of achievements and inventions. An era of progress! For 15 years, I’ve studied classified materials provided to me from the KGB archives. They became the foundation for the accelerator’s invention. Success didn’t come easily… But as Comrade Stalin said:

— There are no fortresses the Bolsheviks cannot storm! And we’ve conquered this fortress! In my work, I was greatly aided by my close friend and colleague Pavel Konstantinovich Yushkov.

The professor gestured toward a forty-year-old man sitting in the hall, listening spellbound:

— When I was on the verge of despair… when I thought nothing would work… I turned to him. He is one of our country’s most respected and brilliant nuclear physicists! As they say, two heads are better than one! My experience and Pavel Konstantinovich’s unconventional thinking helped us find the solution. It took us five long years… Five long years! Following our blueprints, the finest minds of our great nation assembled the accelerator. And now, our government has entrusted all of us to test this device! This is a tremendous responsibility!

Enormous! You are the best specialists in your fields. Out of hundreds of applicants, you were chosen! You are the best! I’ll never tire of repeating it. They believe in us! And we have no room for error! We will do our job! We will succeed!

Approving shouts erupted in the hall. Everyone was in high spirits. They nodded in agreement and applauded.

— Some of you may think, — the professor continued, — that our government deliberately chose this city because it’s far from Moscow. To avoid endangering themselves! In case the tests fail for some inexplicable reason. That’s not true! I assure you! The accelerator is absolutely safe! This city wasn’t chosen randomly…

It’s surrounded by dense, impassable taiga. The city is well-guarded by KGB personnel. It’s classified! Not on any maps!

It’s the perfect place for our accelerator! For its testing and future operation. So, no need for false panic or rumors. Everything’s fine!

A light murmur swept through the hall…

The professor wiped his forehead again and continued:

— We’ve worked together for a full year! In this wonderful city! Adjusting the accelerator’s settings, calibrating all parameters… Countless hours spent assembling it here at the institute. And by the way… it was designed *specifically* for us! Built day and night for three years! Around the city, tunnels were dug 30 meters deep to house the accelerator’s dipole magnets. Imagine that — encircling the entire city! It was complex, titanic labor! A deep bow to our Soviet builders, engineers, and technicians! To everyone who contributed to this vital project for our nation!

Applause broke out again…

— My friends, I know you’re exhausted! We’ve been awake for 24 hours, conducting final calibrations… But allow me to share the accelerator’s origin story. Until today, it was a secret… I’ll tell you… and then you can finally rest… until 19:00.

So…

On January 7, 1943, Serbian-American scientist and inventor Nikola Tesla was found dead in his hotel room. After his death, U.S. intelligence agencies stole his technical documents, manuscripts, and blueprints. Among them was a black notebook… This very notebook was obtained by a sergeant of the USSR NKVD state security during a covert operation… at the cost of his own life! He was gravely wounded and died in the hospital. Unfortunately, information about him remains classified! We cannot properly honor the hero. But… we still say thank you for his bravery!

That black notebook was delivered directly to the General Secretary of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union, Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin. After thorough study, it was stamped “Top Secret” and archived by the KGB.

It was materials from this notebook that formed the basis for inventing the electromagnetic accelerator. Refined and perfected by me and my comrade, Pavel Konstantinovich Yushkov. This is our victory! Victory over the capitalist West and all enemies of our great nation! Tonight, we test the accelerator. And we’ll show the world that the USSR has always been — and will always be — first in everything!

The hall exploded in thunderous, prolonged applause.

— Andrei, get up, we’re leaving! — Lyuba shouted to her husband, closing the front door behind her. He opened one eye, barely mustering a reply, but the door slammed shut… Squinting against the bright sunlight from the window, Andrei slowly sat up and swung his legs off the bed. He stretched, yawned, and sat motionless for a few minutes. Finally awake, he stood and shuffled to the bathroom. His wife Lyuba had taken their children, Seryozha and Masha, to school. Then she’d rushed to work. As usual, they were in a hurry… As usual, running late… Andrei’s shift started at 10:00. He *could* have taken the kids to school himself… Helped his wife. Shared responsibilities. But… Lyuba preferred doing everything herself! Not that she didn’t trust her husband… She just did everything better than him! Or so Lyuba believed. And Andrei never argued or contradicted her! He wasn’t henpecked! He simply loved his wife deeply! Andrei was a modest, intellectual man. He loved reading books, learning new things. Loved nature and… quiet. Noisy Moscow depressed him! By chance, he learned that a small carpenter was needed in a closed town deep in the taiga… Andrei accepted the job. Packing his belongings immediately, he left! He and fifty others were escorted by plainclothes KGB officers… Secret city — Andrei understood. It didn’t bother him! It was here he found peace and unity with nature. Here, he met his true love! A woman he fell for at first sight… Lyuba! She became his life’s meaning! Made him the happiest man on earth! Within a month, he proposed…

She gave him two wonderful children. Andrei adored his family! Sadly, work consumed all his time… For his children and wife… he was desperately needed, yet rarely there! Only on weekends could he fully enjoy time with his loved ones! Officially, Andrei was a carpenter. In reality, he was just a loader. Hauled planks onto freight train cars. Afterward, long trains carried them across the vast USSR.

Andrei brushed his teeth, washed up, and headed to the kitchen. Ten minutes later, content, he devoured fried eggs with cracklings. After breakfast, he always approached the tear-off calendar. Ripping off the day’s page, he placed it in the kitchen table drawer. It was his ritual, his hobby! He saved all pages for a full year, then after New Year’s — usually January 1—he’d discard them! And start collecting anew… for the coming year!

— Time for work! — Andrei smiled. He went to his room to dress.

At the Same Time

08:00, December 3, 1983

Office of KGB Border Troops Captain Pyotr Orlov

Pyotr Mikhailovich Orlov was serious, responsible, and punctual. Strict but fair. A patriot! Solidly built, he kept himself battle-ready. He was no darling of fate. A child of war… From earliest childhood, he knew hunger and death… His large brown eyes held so much pain few could withstand his intensely heavy gaze! He rarely smiled. Spoke little. Had almost no friends. People feared him! He had no enemies — for the same reason!

His hair was prematurely white. His heart had no room for tenderness… Once, he’d been happy… made plans, wanted a family, children… Everything collapsed like a house of cards! When the woman he loved more than life left him… Forever! A year ago, his mother died! Orlov was utterly alone! Now, only his work remained… which he did better than anyone!

Years ago, young Pyotr Orlov served his military duty in the border troops… guarding Krasnosibirsk. That’s when he fell in love with this place! Dreamed of returning… Fate granted that chance!

For his dedication and exemplary service, Captain Pyotr Orlov was assigned to the closed city of Krasnosibirsk as company commander. Under him: 60 soldiers, 9 sergeants, 16 officers, and 3 warrant officers.

The company protected the city and its residents, preventing and suppressing crimes and administrative violations. Orlov knew and controlled everything in Krasnosibirsk…

Everything except the V.I. Lenin Institute of Nuclear Physics! Access was restricted to institute personnel only! Whatever happened there was a “Top Secret” mystery.

The phone rang. Captain Orlov picked up:

— Orlov here!

— Comrade Captain, permission to report! Duty Officer Vasilyev! — a crisp, youthful voice came through.

— Permission granted! Report!

— Observation towers one through six: no incidents. Checkpoint of the V.I. Lenin Institute of Nuclear Physics: no incidents! GAI traffic post in the city center: no incidents. At 06:30, patrol detained one intoxicated citizen… Nonviolent! Given a warning and driven home. No other incidents in the city!

— Any requests or complaints from personnel?

— None! — Vasilyev reported.

— Understood! Report anything immediately! You know the drill!

— Yes, Comrade Captain! — Vasilyev replied loudly. — Serving the Soviet Union!

— At ease! — Orlov hung up.

The professor sat at his desk writing. A knock at the door…

— Yes, yes, come in! — he said.

— Eduard Yuryevich, may I? You called? — Pavel Yushkov asked timidly, peeking around the door.

— Pavel Konstantinovich! Pasha! — The professor rose excitedly and hurried to the door. — What are you saying, my friend? I didn’t call… just asked you to drop by. I need your advice! Your support!

— What’s wrong, Eduard Yuryevich? — Pavel tensed.

— Everything’s fine! Just want to discuss something…

— Eduard Yuryevich, you’re so agitated! Don’t confuse me… tell me straight. What happened?

— My friend… Pasha… The issue is, we lack sufficient power for a full-scale accelerator test!

— Phew… — Pavel exhaled, smiling. — Seriously? Eduard Yuryevich, your fears are unfounded! I assure you! Don’t worry so much. I thought something terrible had happened… you scared me!

— Pasha, I’m not joking! Power will be insufficient!

— How do you know? We checked everything, repeatedly!

— Pasha, Pasha, — the professor grew nervous, raising his voice. — Don’t you understand? The accelerator won’t yield results without correct power!

— What are you implying?

— I mean, — the professor stepped closer, whispering. — Pasha, I need your support! Understand?

— Yes…

— Hear me out! I called the center… explained the situation… they approved!

— Approved what?

— Pasha, I know if we run at maximum power… the accelerator will yield unimaginable results! Don’t ask how I know… Just trust me!

— I trust you… — Pavel stepped back, intimidated by the professor’s intensity.

Eduard Yuryevich stepped forward. Gripped Pavel’s shoulders firmly. Staring directly into his eyes, he spoke in a monotone, hypnotic voice:

— Pasha, exactly at 20:00 tonight… The power plant will divert all city electricity to us! For 15 minutes! In that time, we can run the accelerator properly! We’ll achieve what we’ve strived for all these years!

— What? All electricity? Cutting power to the city is a terrible idea! It can’t be done! They won’t allow it…

— They already have! Approved! I just told you…

— Eduard Yuryevich, I must…

— I know what you must do… — the professor interrupted. — As a project curator, you’re obliged to report any plan deviations to the center. To Moscow! But… I already called! Understand? They approved! Understand?

— Not entirely! Why are you speaking like this? What are you hinting at?

— I’m hinting that you shouldn’t call anyone… It’s decided, Pasha! Do you trust me?

The professor squeezed Pavel’s shoulders harder…

— I… — Pavel grew nervous, unsure what to say or do…

— Trust me, Pasha! Fifteen minutes without power won’t hurt anyone. No one will even notice! This is the first major test… It shouldn’t run longer than fifteen minutes anyway! Immense work has been done! So much… time, effort, money spent! We cannot fail! Support me, Pasha!

Pavel knew this was wrong. But… he trusted the professor. Suppressing his doubts, he nodded approval.

— I’ll always support you, Eduard Yuryevich! Do what you think is necessary!