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The play ended, the people dispersed. Igor gathered and went home, he was immersed in thoughts, and thought about what is really happening in the city and only now, realized that some people are sick, and others are absolutely healthy.

–I wonder why?

Igor thought to himself, he walked along the service corridor in deep thoughtfulness, and nearly fell upon his brother:

–I just behind you,

Said Sergei and without giving anything to respond to Igor added:

–Go here.

Despite the difference in the age of only one year, Sergei was above Igor almost on his head, a sturdy stocky, with short-cropped dark hair, and gray blue eyes, glasses, a dark plastic frame. He was clearly alarmed, they walked along the corridor and opened the door and found themselves in front of the security room, there were six police officers.

–What are you doing here?

Somehow one of the police officers asked rudely,

–Working.

For some reason, Igor and Sergey answered in chorus.

The policeman continued as if nothing had happened.

"What are your surnames?"

– We are Kruglovs.

Sergey answered. They just noticed that the policeman has a security log in his hands, and the security room is closed and from there the voices of two other policemen and Bones are heard.

– Go where you went …

A police officer clenched through his teeth, noticing that they were staring at the door, and made some notes in the magazine. Ten minutes later, Igor and Sergei were already walking across the park to a stop, a cold wind was blowing and it began to rain. The weather finally deteriorated, the siren sounded every now and then. When they finally got to the stop, it was already twenty minutes past eleven in the evening, the first thing that caught their eye when they approached the stop was the military Hammer.

–Military!?

Igor was surprised.

–There you are.

Sergei jabbed Igor in the side and nodded at the stop, there were two of them were in military uniform, and the second was civilian, and they were talking about something, but so quietly that it was impossible to understand a single word, it was impossible. Finally, the bus pulled up, and Sergei and Igor went inside, the bus stood still a little and went. In the cabin was full of empty seats. They took a place farther from the door. The stops were changing, but the brothers rode in silence, without uttering a word, at last Igor could not stand it first:

 "What is going on in the first place is the police and the ambulance is now also military." Sergei shrugged his shoulders, then suddenly looked around, looked back and making sure that no one was around and no one was listening, he began to say:

 "I saw this today."

And again he looked around:

– I work on the central balcony and I see two people walking along the street near the theater, but somehow strangely swaying and obviously not even oriented in space. I watch, and one of them bleeds from the neck, I thought at first it was impossible to see from such a distance, then I took out my cell phone and looked through the camera, enlarging the image, when I realized that it did not seem, I already had a cold sweat broke through, and I immediately began to shoot it on video. Through the camera I saw that at one of them the neck seemed to be bitten, and blood was flowing from it, and they both had some strange eyes, some colorless lines … almost transparent. After a while, the chief called me and the record had to be turned off, he called me to talk about the work, when I went back to the balcony, now there were not any people in sight. Sergei abruptly stopped, and at that time Igor spoke again, he told Sergei everything that he had seen and heard today.

–Yes, well, things are happening.

Stretched out Sergei thoughtfully. Suddenly a military truck "Ural" with a tarpaulin roof on the back of the bus flew past the bus. The sirens began to sound again somewhere. Finally, the bus stopped at the right stop. For about fifteen minutes Igor and Sergei were at home. An excited mother ran out into the hallway. Her name was Oksana Yurievna, she was a "small", nimble woman with short black hair and dark brown eyes.

– How are you? How was the ride? are you all right?

She began to stir excitedly.

–Yes, well, do not worry moms

answered Igor:

– everything is really good.

Confirmed the words of Igor Sergey, they disguised went to supper, although the time was already eleven o'clock. When they went into the kitchen, Father Vitaly Andreyevitch sat at the table, who did not really like all the sentiments there, so he did not go out into the corridor. He was of medium height, wiry, fit, strong with meekly cropped blond hair and blue-gray eyes.

 "You must be at work before two in the morning?"

Igor asked in surprise, pushing back the stool and sitting down at the table.

– our changer got sick and only two of us remain, I was released early today, and I was given a day off tomorrow, but after tomorrow I will work 24 hours a day.

He explained. Mother sat down next to Igor, and Sergei in his place near the door, he always sat at the table only in his place. They started to eat and there was complete silence, no one dared to start talking about what is happening today on the streets of the city, although everyone thought about it.

 "Dad, have you seen anything strange today?"

Finally, Igor began the conversation.

Vitaly Andreevich put down the spoon, looked thoughtfully at the ceiling, and at last said, with some apprehension:

– Saw.

–So what?

Igor did not stop.

 "Let's talk tomorrow, it's already late."

The son did not have time to respond when his father got up from the table, washed his dishes and left.

It was evident that he was very worried and alarmed by something.

– I, too, will now go to bed, I have to get up early tomorrow in two shifts, how to work today.

My mother said, and added.

– Help remove from the table.

Although she tried to speak calmly, but it did not work out very well, her voice was full of great excitement and even fright.

The brothers had no choice but to help clear the table and go to sleep, too.