Chapter - 4

"Not in any framework," Robert concluded gloomily.

The point of return was moving further away from people like him, from "white" people. A moment and it will turn into a mythical, barely noticeable beacon of vain hope. Initially, the bracelets were introduced for quarantine, but when they learned the extent of the disease at the very top...

EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED.

The authorities seem to have gone crazy, the political orientation has changed, followed by the vector of political consciousness. Then the people went crazy. People rushed to change bracelets from white to red, made vaccines, some because of need, some because of fatigue, and some because everything had gone too far.

So much so when the ratio between white and red has changed. The bill went to millions, tens of millions of sick people. The majority of the country's population turned out to be infected. There was a transformation of the social platform – there were no more poor and rich, the concepts of prosperity and poverty, luxury and poverty disappeared... Everything has become different. The country seemed to have turned red and white during the Civil War. Then it was decided at the top that society and the state would hold on to the "reds" as a kind of stronghold, as a whole.

Robert stared at his cigarette butt, which had long since gone out. Black tarred filter, taste of poisons in the mouth.

The "red" next for the vaccine has everything... The "whites" have no chance to smoke a cigarette without thinking that it may be the last.

"How sinful are my thoughts?"

Robert thought about it. There was no answer. I wanted to get out of here, get out as soon as possible and not because he attracts unnecessary military attention to himself. There was a steady aversion to people in camouflage, to black masks.

Has the punitive tread of the mysterious virus strain bypassed you? It's too early to rejoice - your own state is following you and will trample you into the mud with your head. There won't even be a ghostly straw left to grab onto, to get out. There will be nothing left.

Robert stopped. Creepy feelings. Not the first time... The hairs on my arms stood on end. Not worth. This topic should not be raised.

The man examined the queue at the ambulance. To believe that this crowd is controlled, that these people are the bulwark and support of power? Presumptuous. They are humble and follow the lead of those who have the power. And then? The virus is developing.

Sooner or later, the virus will find a way to develop new forms that will devour the injection antibodies. And whether they are needed... Antibodies? When, day by day, the measures of the military become tougher, not predictable. When the vaccine doesn't really work. What should I do then?

A short thought burned with simplicity. To pray for the fate of people. He, Father, could offer to help all of himself without a trace. Prayer, compassion, the cry of a tortured soul.

The priest crossed himself. Passing by a lamppost, I glanced at the ad.

"ATTENTION SEARCH".

Wanted "white". Middle-aged, slim build, armed with a hunting rifle MOOSE 9-1. The description indicated that the man committed a series of bloody reprisals against the "reds" and officers of the Guard in Stavropol and Kuban.

- Do not enter into negotiations, if found, indicate the location of the criminal to the authorities, - Robert read in a whisper.

It was assumed that the criminal was moving towards the Rostov region. A reward was offered for reliable information about his whereabouts. Robert shook his head. Perhaps he had no right to condemn, but the path of violence... Did it lead to anything? Violence will breed new violence, that's all. He moved on, realizing that he hadn't seen the ad on the way to the yard. I came to the conclusion that the ad was pasted by the military, but I heard one of them swearing behind my back.

- I'll see who glues this shit, I'll shoot! – the military tore off the ad and tore it to pieces.

I wonder who stuck the ad then? What for? However, the announcement on the post was quickly forgotten. There were much more important things ahead than a strange announcement about the search for an equally strange person. Today Robert was holding another meeting of those who relied on God in this difficult life.