Grandma, let me out! I need to go back.

A group of scientists, under the patronage of the President himself, have discovered something that has begun a total destruction.

The first event of all the coming destruction was... the total disappearance of countries like America, Brazil, South Korea from radar and live, leaving only the sea instead.

Within a few months, more than a dozen countries have disappeared, leaving only a few of the largest and a few dozen minorities. As usual, fearing for their lives and what will happen next, the countries decided to assemble whole troops. Dozens, Hundreds, and Millions of people protested for unauthorized entry into the line of arms. From small to large, skinny to fat. Some wanted to capitalize on it, some took their competitors away through an internal riot in the platoon, and some ruthlessly interrupted entire divisions just for personal reasons.

Here, I'm in one of the divisions. I was told that I had to protect everyone, everyone in this little mainland.

From the beginning, all our arrivals were treated as if they were. And what is it appropriate to do to a colleague? Right, serve and not push.

From the very beginning, we were trained in military combat, hand-to-hand combat and close, short and far-away firing.

A couple of months after we arrived, we got this training, we got guns. We used mule rifles and pneumatic rifles for the training, but now, we have been entrusted with a real menacing weapon.

'All right, you scum!' Anyone who wants to chill and remember the old times, get out of order and throw their weapons on the asphalt. Those who still think and still do not come out, I only warn you, fade like in the old times at the border, any acquaintance or co-worker without hesitation will shoot you in the back of the head.

After howling once, General Shpondel's confident and heavy leg moved slightly to the right. Covering his big beer stomach, he looked at us despised. Watching from the beginning of the series to the end, he kept looking. That was five minutes later, and he'd grin his lips thoughtfully, and glance at me.

"Hey, nozzle out!"

What? Does he tell me that? I looked at him thoughtfully, to which he once again flumbled: 'Are you a deaf tether?' I told you what, and... Nozzle out!

Ha-ha... is he kidding? I think nothing will happen.

With my rifle firmly pressed against my back, and holding a high posture, I proudly went out. I had nothing left but to listen.

I got up near General Shpondel, and reported everything as in the military regulations. He laughed at my report and said: - Enough... sit down on the asphalt!

Sit down on the asphalt? All right. After listening to this General, I obediently sat down on the asphalt. I looked toward the General, now he had a mysterious smile.

"On behalf of the Lord of God, Christ the Patriarch of the Holy One, I call upon the light to exterminate this non-believer from our world...

These words were spoken so quickly that the General managed to get his Makarov, and put it right in the back of the head. At the same moment, in my ears, I felt that he spoke slowly, but I couldn't even say a word.

-... Amen!

Amen... The last words of the General that were said to him were Amen. And the last words and the moment, these were the words of General Shpondele and the saturated Purple color.

The saturated purple color was everywhere, as if the world had shrouded in purple.

Before my eyes there was a bright light, and the saturated paints began to be colored in the dark red color overshadowing my mind.

And everything became so extinct that I didn't see anything.

'Hey, son, how did you end up there?'

A familiar, warm and pleasant voice similar to the one that sold fresh produce on Saturdays and Sundays.

I wanted to see where the voice came from. Trying to open my eyes, through the ages a ray of light came to me, which made me frown harder.

A little time with her eyes, an old lady, or a grandmother, appeared before me. She sat on a copper throne and looked at me in perplexity.

'Son, can you hear me?'

A voice was released again. We need to answer something.

'Yes, I hear, I hear tears...'

'What?' Milock, repeat.

'HEAR, I HEAR!'

'So your name is Sylyshu Ya?' What a strange name your mother gave you.. horror.

- Ha... "I was a little shocked that she thought the word 'hear' for the name 'hear'...

- Grandma! "I raised my voice a little to be heard.

'A leap?' What did you think? Don't ask girls, they're gone. Money, especially. Don't ask for rebirth, too, to spend more on you... Oh! "saying such words, I felt that she would mock me.

- Grandma, where am I!? And tell me what happened!

The right solution is to find out where I am and get back up to obraton.

'Tell me why?'

"I don't know where, but it's definitely not a infirmary.

I've seen such a room, but I've never been there. Her name's still infirmary. As many of my acquaintances have said, don't go to this nonsense and heresy, what the nurse will say. But, it wasn't the infirmary, the room was quite different.

"And you are a great little... She smiled, and reached the edge of the throne where she sat.

She grabbed the throne more and stood up. Her body was old, she swung sideways. Out of hand, an old hand mechanical cane fell.

When she was older, her face seemed happy, and her dress was ripe... ball? The ball dress was probably like a new one.

"Son, wait there... I'm on my way.

Speaking of such words, she began to go. Moving the cane forward in the left hand, left the left leg behind, moving the right leg forward. She went to me.

As if eating like a breath, it was obvious that she hit the pace and did not practice physical culture.

'Behind you...' there is...the door leading...to...your...home! And... not a word about your name!

She reached my direction and pointed her finger. No, she pointed her finger behind me.

I looked back and there was a wooden door. Finally, I'll be back.

With such success, I reached for the door handle, but almost forgot.

- Grandma, save ... bo... "I wanted to thank her, and I looked around and didn't see her. The throne was there, but she was no longer there.

Uh... apparently left, lie down, most likely. Okay, I'm not being rude, and I'll be back someday.

Despite this, I opened the door. A group of scientists, under the patronage of the President himself, opened the way to something that started the total destruction.