© Виктория Олеговна Рогозина, 2023
ISBN 978-5-0059-5472-5
Created with Ridero smart publishing system
Give me a sign
What can turn into an ordinary reality show for classmates? Ten students are sent to the Chernobyl exclusion zone, where they are forced to survive. Abandoned houses, the absence of people and unknown experiments on people – all this will have to be dealt with along the way, in search of civilization. Strange experiments give a small bonus, which, alas, not everyone is destined to take advantage of. In the fight for the most valuable prize of life and monetary reward, teenagers will have to face many dangers and find their way home. Let the game begin.
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Disclaimer or a few words from the author
Dear, adored and beloved reader!
I would like to remind you of some quite natural things, which, of course, each of us understands and realizes, but at the same time it will not be superfluous to repeat and speak.
Firstly, the book – a work of art is purely entertaining, the characters are fictitious and any coincidence with real people is pure coincidence.
Secondly, illegal visits to the Chernobyl exclusion zone are punishable by law.
Thirdly, do not forget that such a trip is extreme (and it’s not just about radiation). Therefore, if you want to visit this place, use a legal tour.
And, perhaps most importantly, do not forget the heroes. On April 26, 1986, a terrible tragedy occurred, the consequences of which are being eliminated to this day by specialists from all over the world.
Well, we can move on and…
…enjoy reading.
– Chapter 1-
Omen
There are moments when you are carried away and you suddenly realize that there was nothing else in your life and there will never be, and your life is a wonderful dream, and it’s not worth fighting for this dream, because it’s just a summer minute in a clear sky, and so that you would be sad at recess in the morning, he will again turn this minute into a summer day with blue clouds, a blue-eyed teacher and the rustle of foliage. Such is nonsense. But it retains the freshness of impressions and meets the deep desire of the body and spirit – after all, at least one memory, but it has not gone anywhere. Such thoughts visit after a particularly successful registration.
Opening her eyes, Lily slowly looked around the spacious room. The greenish unpleasant light hurt the eyes, and the musty air pressed on the lungs, but apart from that, nothing dangerous was felt.
Lilia calmly looked at the casting director. Loneliness haunted her all her life and now the opportunity to change her life radically moved the teenager worse than a locomotive pulling a heavy train along the rails.
– Introduce yourself.
– Finist Lilia, age sixteen.
– Why did you decide to participate in the show?
– Need money. I want to rent an apartment and move out of the hostel.
– Are you aiming to win?
– Yes.
– What are you ready for to win?
– I will do everything possible.
Gently raising her head, the girl looked with surprise at the table at which she was sitting… and several other people. They just came to their senses, looking at each other in surprise. Everyone was here in this room. But she saw them as if through a cloudy veil, not recognizing or understanding anything. Then, in a cloud of fog, a familiar silhouette flashed – Maria. How she changed, haggard and seemed to have lost weight… Another friend: tears flowed from Alena’s eyes and the girl tried to brush them away, but they continued to gather in the corners.
– Where are we? – Masha was the first to ask a question, straightening her short skirt.
The first beauty of the school, who was born into a wealthy family, adjusted her neat styling and put her hands on an expensive branded bag, demonstrating the perfect manicure.
– Introduce youreself.
– Barkina Maria, sixteen years old.
– The one? – puzzled woman tossed her head, looking at the schoolgirl in surprise.
– Yes, my father Barkin Mikhail Igorevich, the governor of the city.
– Why did you decide to participate in the project?
“I want to prove, first of all, to myself that I am capable of winning without daddy,” she twisted her lips contemptuously.
– What are you ready for to win?
“Absolutely everything,” Maria answered confidently.
– In the bunker, – Nikita answered languidly, pointing to a huge iron door with a burning neon sign “Exit”. “We’ve been locked up here.
– How did you lock it up? – Masha did not understand, flapping her painted eyes and pouting her already enlarged lips. – I had some plans.
– I think everyone had plans, – Romka answered caustically, holding a smartphone in his hands.
– Volkov Roman, seventeen. I want to participate because … – he hesitated for a while.
– Not so long ago you were attracted for robbery, right?
– The car was opened, the radio tape recorder was pulled out drunk, – he frowned. – Mother thumps, father always beats. I want to help my brother, he will not grow up as a normal person in such a family. I don’t want him to repeat my fate.
Gradually, everyone regained consciousness and gathered at the table, began to discuss.
– Who remembers what? Romka asked, scratching his short buzz cut hair.
– Well, we were all on the list, right? Maria looked around nervously. We were all invited to participate in the project, weren’t we?
“I wasn’t there,” Nikita replied. – I … – he thought. – I remember that a passer-by asked for directions and… that’s it, I don’t remember anything else.
– Likhomanov Nikita, seventeen years old.
– Why did you send an application for participation in the project?
– I want to invest in a startup. I have the developments of the program, but to bring it to mind, a lot of money is needed. I stream, I want to break into eSports.
Nikita turned to the silent Lily, who was looking ahead of her, as if delving into her own consciousness. And with renewed vigor, I felt inside the prickling of a tiny lightning, which seemed to be an electrical discharge that appeared before my mind’s eye. Nikita with gloomy determination repeated her words to himself: “A strange time is coming…”.
“I don’t remember anything at all,” Dimka remarked ironically. – I was so drunk, like the last time in my life. Also, Masha rebuffed.
“But I didn’t get involved with rogues,” Maria spat contemptuously, smoothing out the wrinkles on her blouse in the décolleté area. A small chest was emphasized by an impressive push-up and a deep neckline on the blouse. The girl looked well-groomed, obviously did not save. An expensive skirt, a high-quality blouse and high-heeled shoes are the peak of fashion. The father-governor never cheated his daughter, satisfying all her wishes. The blond hair was styled in careless waves and filled with tons of varnish, so that the styling held like in the advertisement “even in a hurricane”, and a hairpin completed the look. The pronounced cheekbones only added emphasis to the already plump unnatural lips, and the faded blue eyes under the huge