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The minibus continued to go forward. The city was left far behind. The Kruglovs were shocked by everything that had happened to them during these days. They all thought about the same thing as the world they knew could collapse in just a few days. And Igor only realized now that the hotel was completely empty. But why? He immediately shared his thoughts with his family. Father did not answer, he looked at the road, not looking up and saying a word. Mother shrugged her shoulders, and Sergei answered:

“It seems that there was an evacuation, only not everyone was notified, besides, the hotel is mostly stopped by the rich. They could be notified in the first place”.

"It's logical," Igor agreed. And he added:

“Now I understand who was addressed to the soldier's phrase in the alley” (these bitches left us here).

"To the city government," Sergei guessed.

At that time a black BMW flew past their car. It started to rain, and the sun was almost gone, my father had to turn on the lights. On the road it was somehow deserted, but after the next turn there was a traffic jam, because not a single Kruglovs leave. There were at least twenty cars ahead, but there was not a black BMW anywhere. Apparently had time to somehow slip through. Some drove around the cork along the roadside, the benefit was there were only fields. Father for a long time, without thinking, also decided to go round, the truth is that he did not have a car complicated the task. But he did not hesitate to turn off the road without uttering a word. After that incident in the hotel, he did not speak, it already began to frighten. After driving around the cork, they realized what was stopping the movement. A terrible drama unfolded on the road. Right along the road lay the turned side KAMAZ, and on the side of the road there was a little black BMW with a completely smashed and crumpled front, Kruglov recognized in it the car that had overtaken their car a few minutes earlier. Suddenly, the BMW opened the back door and out of it came a young girl with a bloody face. After standing a second, she slowly slid down onto the grass. Father first hesitated, but then turned a little closer to the black car and stopped the "Gazelle" (The Kruglovs had such education to help their neighbors). Cars rushed past, but no one stopped. "Now, you do not get out of the car," his father finally said, but he said it somehow dryly. With these words, he got out of the car and went to the girl. As luck would have it, the rain increased, the wind rose, it became very cold. The girl opened her eyes for a second and lost consciousness again.

"Live," thought Vitaliy Andreyevich with relief. Without thinking twice, he picked up the victim and carried it into the minibus. The girl was put on the seat far away from the door. Drenched to the skin, his father returned to the cabin. At this time, the mother, Sergei and Igor were engaged in mysterious guests, wiped the blood from their faces, as there were many minor abrasions and cuts, they bit a head, sealed the cuts with plaster, but the girl did not come to herself, even after they gave her a sniff ammonia.

"And now what?" asked Sergei, flopping down on the seat.

"I do not know," Igor answered, sitting down next to the girl next door. And he added:

“I think we can only wait; we did everything we could”.

The others agreed with him. And her mother only now realized that she was not afraid anymore of the type of blood, and even honored herself somehow more confidently than before. At this time, "Gazelle" returned to the track. Cork, accident and noise of cars were far behind, and in general cars came across less and less. The fields were replaced by a dense forest. The sun had set, it was night. His father turned on the light and asked:

"How's our stranger?"

"No change," Igor answered, ahead of his mother, who had already opened her mouth.

He looked at the girl, she was somehow nice and beautiful even in this state and more and more liked by Igor. She was wearing jeans, sneakers and a beautiful black jacket, which was now stained with blood. At this time on the road from somewhere out of the woods came "Alive". The minibus almost fell on him. The father managed to react, only in the light of headlights flashed the face of the dead man and his lifeless eyes. After an hour and a half Kruglovs finally reached the village. But there was another surprise waiting for them.