Former special forces soldier Igor Zaletin (known in certain circles as Garik Yeniseisky) loved to watch from the balcony of his hotel how passenger airliners came in to land at Adler airport. The sight of a silver dot in the sky suddenly turning into a giant machine roaring with jet engines fascinated him. But the planes were innocent of the death that came from the sea. An invisible but deadly genetic storm swept over the Black Sea coast of Russia and rolled further throughout the world. In a matter of hours, the Earth turned into a post-apocalyptic hell. And the one who just yesterday loved to watch airliners land, today must shoulder responsibility for the fate of humanity... More precisely, what is left of it.
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Denisov Vadim
Genetic storm
Igor Zaletin is resting quietly and peacefully, but in the end he sees something terrible
Starting this story about the monstrous events that occurred in the world in the spring of that memorable year, I am forced to check myself from the very beginning - and so I will have to do in the future, over and over again remembering and cursing my arrogance. Due to my youth and the usual stubbornness for that age, at that time I naively believed that I had long been fully prepared for any extreme situations - you never know there were many of them in my short but stormy life. However, what happened grounded me immediately and irrevocably, forcing me to re-learn to understand existence and my place in it. Alas, I still cannot admit that I have become a diligent student...
Ugh, I'm kind of tired of writing complicated romantic proposals.
In short: I can’t admit it – at first I was confused.
What I liked most was watching the planes from the balcony.
And not just look, but study aircraft in reality and from photographs, memorize flight schedules and takeoff and landing features in a wide variety of weather, determine the habits of pilots and assess the situation in the air in general, as if I were a spy of an enemy state hiding near a strategic object.
This is an excellent place for airspotters - Adler Airport is nearby, the Orchid Hotel is located between the glide paths of both runways. The first, Runway 06/24, will be longer, 2900 meters, and it bears the main burden of air traffic. The second, Runway 02/20, is shorter, although it was lengthened to two and a half keme. This was enough: judging by the observations from my balcony, everything flops onto the take-off. The main one is often closed, where, as I heard, even after the end of the emergency Olympics, there was still a lot of work left: either the builders are redoing the “taxiing” (for a lot of new money), or the platform is being completed (for even more money). The Olympic trough is not running low, even mass plantings did not help.
Flightspotting is a special kind of hobby, but for some it is also a way of life; this is photographing aircraft, often from as close as possible. So, in short, why load too much. I’m not a professional on the subject, I just love aviation.
The runways operate unpredictably for vacationers - the port owners will either launch one or both at once, you won’t guess. This is not good for the vacationing masses and hotel owners. They write on the Internet: “Now they are flying over Mzymta.” Mom buys a room in the center, and upon arrival, a day later, it turns out that the takeoff and landing procedures at the port have changed today. When the main runway is operating, planes fly over Ogonyok beach, and this is the best beach in Adler, in my opinion. Not everyone, you see, likes it when the jet engines of heavy vehicles roar overhead.
However, there are also plenty of aviation enthusiasts; many people specially come to see the mesmerizing spectacle, waiting for the point of the next “jet” to appear on the horizon, slowly crawling right towards you. The point grows, sliding along the glide path, and gradually turns, for example, into a Boeing 767 of outlandish colors. A roar, a flyby, and soon a tired liner full of passengers with their noses stuck to the windows passes right above you, dragging a soft blanket of acoustic waves over the gawking and bathing vacationers.
In modern jet technology, this “blanket” is soft – technologically synthetic. The old Soviet one is rough, prickly and tough. Rare propeller-driven aircraft make a special noise, defiantly, a little hysterically howling at high frequencies. For me, for example, this living breath of a large air hub is a pure thrill. Mothers with small children are inordinately troublesome... Therefore, some, especially cunning ones, book themselves places away from the main glide path, in hotels and boarding houses across the river, on the left bank of the Mzymta there are already a lot of them.
And here the airport management tells tourists: “Surprise!” – and “turns on” Runway 02/20. Or it launches both pages at once - when the next Sochi summit or passion as an important international conference, standing in an endless queue of such events, generates a large influx of guests and participants - everyone needs to be received and accommodated immediately and urgently. And there are always plenty of people willing to take part in the Sochi-style competition at the expense of the state or corporation. Poor mothers.
Although I sincerely do not understand their suffering, which is mostly artificially created. Modern aircraft don't make a lot of noise. If you don’t care about it in the manner of a pre-planned self-incitement to hysteria, then after a couple of days you stop noticing the roar of the engines altogether. I'm interested in the planes themselves. And for children, the sight of landing aircraft is sweeter than anything else.
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Title: Genetic Storm
About the book “Genetic Storm” Vadim Denisov
Vadim Denisov never ceases to amaze his readers with new fantastic action films. Reading his books is very exciting; they are written in a Robinsonade spirit that is rare in our time and imbued with real patriotism. When reading his books, the full effect of presence is preserved. The lively and dynamic language of the narrative allows the reader to clearly imagine the heroes of the works and feel them realistically.
Science fiction writer Vadim Denisov lives in Norilsk today, about which he says this: “I’ve lived in the North all my life - there’s a good view from the top of the globe.” The author believes that everything in life must be done on time: enroll, study, get married, take up tourism, hobbies, otherwise there will not be enough time for something new later. Only children need to be born all their lives.
The post-apocalyptic theme has always been extremely popular among people and is reflected in many films, books, and games. The events of the fantastic action movie “Genetic Storm” take place in Adler and Sochi. The main character of the work, former special forces soldier Igor Zaletin, who is known under the pseudonym Garik Yeniseisky, simply loves to look at airplanes, which from small dots easily become huge “colosses”. However, they are absolutely not to blame for what is happening very soon. A genetic storm instantly hit the shores of the Black Sea and spread throughout the world. On the pumped-up shoulders of the protagonist there is now a huge responsibility for the lives of those who survived.
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They never expect a blow from an ordinary person, thinking that from birth he is good for nothing, like, bound by laws. This is the main advantage of a citizen! Always. Give him weapons and the freedom to decide issues himself in difficult times, and he will defend both himself and the state.
Vadim Vladimirovich Denisov
Genetic storm
- What do you mean, corpses? – for some reason I clarified. – Women, young people, hotel staff.– Armenians, Abkhazians? – without changing intonation, the doctor clarified.
Why else would they need this! What kind of innovations are these?
- Who cares, little sister! These are people!
- Don't yell, young man. Answer the question.
– Armenian women... However, I’m not entirely sure, I didn’t ask.
- It's clear. Challenge accepted. Now it is. How do you feel?
“I just feel like hell, whatever,” I rasped, in reality feeling only a slowly growing brutality. – I just need lafa and cupcakes here, considering that there are two corpses underfoot!
“Then the ambulance won’t be able to come to the address now,” the operator calmly stated. - Lots of challenges. Do you have a personal car? You can bring them yourself, we will accept them here.
“There’s no car,” I said, looking doubtfully at the small parking lot in front of the hotel.
The parking lot is a space for six units, the girls said that in the summer it is packed with a queue. Now there is only one there - a gray-green Chevrolet Niva. This is Karina’s car, her family lives in Krasnaya Polyana, she has her own apiary somewhere in the mountains. In principle, the keys are not difficult to find. There are also cars parked near other hotels, although there are not many of them like summer.
It is forbidden. The situation is not yet right for stealing cars.
“Horseless vacationer,” I finished decisively.
– Then listen to me carefully! – demanded the operator. – It is advisable to put the corpses in a dark, cool place, and if you don’t find one, then it would be better to cover them with earth. We'll pick it up later.
What is this going on in the quiet city of Adler, huh?
Such normal spetsnaz-gangster advice to vacationers is simple and sincere: throw some land at them! But I didn’t take it out on the doctor; it’s clear that the girl is working according to someone’s instructions.
- Yeah, put it in a cool place... And when will the garbage arrive at the scene? – I answered with insinuating malice. “Then they’ll squeeze me in, won’t they?”
“Well, call the police,” the doctor advised impolitely and hung up.
I slowly sat down on the small leather sofa.
It’s uncomfortable to sit, there’s something prickling under my butt. He pulled out from under him a thin book with a hard cover. "Vedic Book of Death". Fuck... ugh. Yeah... It’s a specific selection, everyone on the shelf is so... gloomy - the girls read the bad stuff, it’s in vain. Don't play around with black things, don't.
Somehow vacation is no longer languid, eh, Garik?
I’ll have to call the cops, too, I feel like the ambulance crews are busy, so they won’t report to the police soon, most likely at the end of the shift. Taking a few deep breaths, I dialed the damned number.
- Duty unit, senior lieutenant Gumirov.
“Hey, police, I have two corpses here, the Orchid Hotel is across the river, the ambulance already knows, most likely, this is not a crime, both are local, from the staff, approximately Armenian,” said vacationer Zaletin,” I drummed quickly into the pipe , one horseradish, everything is written, they will sort it out.
- Ay, well done, everyone would report like that! – the duty officer praised me admiringly. - How are you?
- I’m cheerful, I’m waiting for the police!
- Well, beauty! Served, sat?
- Stood on! Listen, elder, I have two bodies here with tough misunderstandings, without a clue, and you are so cheerful. And it's yours, not mine. So the crew walked with flashlights.
– It’s the same with hard ones... It looks like poisoning, right? What did the ambulance tell you, business guy?
- “Ambulance.” Said. “Dig it in,” I told the policeman, losing my last patience.
“We have a smart ambulance,” the elder munched on something. - So do it.
- Hey, why are you all here, have you lost the shores behind the fog? – I asked quietly. - Gumirov, these are people...
“Don’t teach me there, brother,” the duty officer answered just as quietly. – If you’re smart, you’ll figure it out yourself. Stupid - do as you are told. I don't have crews! No! Turn on your brains! Business…
And he hung up.
Another would have immediately called out the internal security service of the Internal Affairs Directorate, but I won’t. The “woodpecker scheme” does not exist for me, under any circumstances. Okay, Garik received your signals, but now he doesn’t know what to do with them.
Has the epidemic begun?
Then why is the ambulance behaving strangely, and that’s putting it mildly. Yes, and I’m not in either eye, which is very strange, considering how quickly the viral “fleet” happened. And this is happening everywhere, otherwise the muddy words of representatives of special services cannot be deciphered.
You need to go to your neighbors, that’s what, you can’t digest information quickly on your own.
I would like to say: it would be better if I didn’t go there.
Nine corpses on all floors, including two of the staff.
I was the first to find my chess acquaintance Sharif, he also jumped out in the morning to exercise, rarely, however, and without running around in sports shoes - the Tajik waved his arms within the fence. Was he unable to sleep? I didn’t fully inspect the large building until I saw no point in calling the services again. I've had enough of this kind of productive communication, I'm fed up.
Returning to my room, I went out onto the balcony and sat down with a cigarette.
You need to come to your senses and put your thoughts in order. It’s clear that something really bad is happening. The temporary paralysis of the authorities is understandable, although it can hardly be justified. If they have a lot of calls... Well, then you can wait. True, something really needs to be done with the corpses.
Or is it stupid to weigh anchor?
No. It’s too early for me to act, I shouldn’t twitch, without mastering the situation, you’ll get into deeper trouble.
Okay, let's smoke again.
“Plasma” regularly guarded the news, and I took a camera, such events need to be recorded, you never know. It’s strange, not strange, but Sochi International Airport was still operating, providing traffic at full speed. There were delays according to the schedule, although there were few of them, and the planes landed one after another.
Who's first for takeoff?
By inertia, I looked at my smartphone - on board the Emirates airline, flight to Dubai. Yeah, there will be a Boeing 777-200, it’s beautiful. The takeoffs, although they take place far from me, are also interesting. Different types of planes, airlines, and pilots take off differently. Someone immediately rushes into the sky, and even with a turn, to the horror of some pax and to the complete delight of others, someone gains altitude slowly, gently, zero extreme. The Dubai PIC lifted the car calmly, measuredly, without aerobatics. I didn’t take a photo of him, I wasn’t in the right mood. And in general, the head is somewhere not here.
I think about my family, my parents and sisters.