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“No, not very much. Here, Vinnitsa, already under us, and there, and the village of Strizhavka – and the rate from it is eight kilometers away, in a dense forest. Beautiful, I’ll tell you the place! said the pilot almost dreamily. – Beautiful, almost gingerbread, fabulous forest, with excellent houses for officers. There is even a pool and an open-air cinema. Have a great rest!

“You see, Sievers, everything is going as it should,” said the Sturbanfuhrer, “the Fuhrer will certainly approve of our preparations. And, I hope for more funding than before, until our study is completed.

– As much work as time spent, – said the gentleman sadly in the form of the SS gruppenfuhrer, – but no, this direction will certainly not be covered, too promising. The Fuhrer himself spoke favorably about the topic. Worry in vain, Hugo. And the documents are well selected.

– However, both the base and the atmosphere itself are here… Such, excuse me, a resort… We may not have enough time. And other questions…

– Everything will be fine. I have no doubt about the genius of our Fuhrer. He knows how to understand the whole point. This is very important for the Reich

Zivers looked calmly at one of his helpers. He understood that much, if not all, now depends on Hitler’s personal approval.

“All gentlemen! Buckle up, we are starting to decline! – commanded the pilot, – the runway a couple of kilometers from the village!

The plane was really good, as well as the personal pilot of the Fuhrer. But, Sturbanführer Thielemann adjusted his belts, and involuntarily grabbed the armrests of the chair. I noticed how closely Zivers was watching the landing in the window of the plane, the facial features of the head of Anenerbe did not change at all at that moment. The engines buzzed piercingly, the light blow of the landing gear wheels against the concrete of the runway was very noticeable, and Thielemann noticed that their plane immediately went to one of the taxiways, freeing the runway.

– Here, gentlemen, we arrived! Sorry, we don’t have flight attendants, there will be no one to kiss you goodbye! the pilot was joking.

His assistant opened the door, and the soldiers serving the airfield quickly rolled up the ladder. Both officers of the Ahnenerbe slowly descended to the ground. We didn’t have time to really look around. However, they were already expected.

– Heil Hitler! greeted their approaching officer with the colonel’s shoulder straps, – commandant of the headquarters Colonel Kurt Thomas! Let me introduce you to both SS Standartenfuhrer Johann Rattenhuber and Adjutant Fuhrer Hauptmann von Belov.

– Sturbanführer Hugo Thielemann.

– Gruppenführer Wolfram Sievers.

“Please, gentlemen! The car is waiting, now we will reach the bunker very quickly! You’ll be pleasantly surprised.

Thielemann loved cars, and there was something to be surprised at. After all, in front of them stood a rare copy of the art of engineers of the Third Reich, the very famous three-axle Mercedes G4 WH-32292, and Hitler’s driver, Sturbanfuhrer Erich Kempka, was driving. Yes, at least they met them with all the attention.

The car drove slowly, as if so that guests could enjoy the extraordinary landscape. At first glance, the Werfolf rate was more like a cottage village, or sanatorium, somewhere in beautiful Bavaria far from here, as if it had grown up among beautiful forests. The road built by prisoners of war was truly German, straight and flat, and beautiful pines stood untouched by caring builders.

– There is also a swimming pool, an open-air cinema and a casino for gentlemen of officers, – the commandant of Werfolf boasted of his achievements, – how much work it cost! But, as you can see, the result is worth it.

“A wonderfully beautiful place, Mr. Colonel,” said Zivers.

For example, the wooden barracks of the soldiers were perhaps indistinguishable from the burger estates of southern Germany. Made of large logs, with four windows on the sides, the buildings were very pleasing to the eye. And how breathed here, such a pure, beneficial air! It would be fashionable to stay here, heal and rest.

But now, the car rolled up to the bunker, as if hiding between a hundred-year-old, no less, trees. A gray, concrete, unassuming building, with a small door, as if out of nowhere arose in this dense grove.

– Here, come in! – and Yogan Rattenhuber was already ahead, showing such an important structure.

SS soldiers standing at the posts stretched out in a string, seeing their strictly boss. The same one smiled favorably at his subordinates. It was evident how proud the Gruppenfuhrer was of the order that he started and stubbornly supported here.

– The Fuhrer is waiting for you, – said the SS officer on duty, saluting those who came.

The heavy door opened, as if by itself, opening the entrance to the meeting room. Thielemann was almost surprised by the asceticism of this room. On the left, against the wall, a stove with a fireplace rose to the ceiling, bleached, decorated with three painted plates. Nearby stood a large round table, apparently a dining room, and a long conference table. Chairs and chairs were quite simple, without much frills. An ordinary lamp burned on the ceiling. rather than an expensive crystal chandelier. The situation itself did not even speak, but simply shouted about the modesty of the Fuhrer of the German nation.

And so, from the side door, Hitler himself entered. In an indispensable paramilitary uniform, with a swastika bandage on his right sleeve. He held his left hand behind his back, slouched a little. His face looked tired, and his black hair was carefully smoothed, but still capriciously disobeyed the combs, and some curls were crooked, very upset by this of their owner.

– Rattenhuber, and you, Colonel Thomas, come out, please. These people will tell me something important. We’d better talk in private, “the Fuhrer said imperiously.

“That’s right, my Fuhrer! – immediately, without reasoning, answered Rattenhuber, – Thomas, let’s go! he called the colonel.

At the very door, these officers clicked their heels and saluted. Hitler responded by raising his right hand. He laid it down when they came out, and with a sign invited the members of Ananerbe to sit down at a round table. There was already a coffee pot and appliances at the ready.

– So, gentlemen, how are your preparations for the expedition? Hitler asked, smiling a little, did you, Wolfram, report to me that von Wenden had agreed to take part in this raid?

“Yes, my Fuhrer. And this should bring success to the enterprise. Thielemann’s group is being trained in Alta, Norway, and will be transferred to the Kamenny base on Novaya Zemlya in a week.

– Bolsheviks do not make obstacles? Still, our base is not far from their observation points?

– They are short-sighted, and lack the ability to think creatively.

– Yes, these commissars are primitive drudges, and where to their weak mind to German genius. And most of the scientists and intelligent officers left, rather fled from the wild terror, – Hitler said with pleasure, crossing his arms on his chest and proudly straightening his back, – they will not understand anything before we capture the Heart of the Earth and secure victory. Thielemann?

– The hidden island is constantly in a ring of dense fog, according to von Wenden, the sharpest rocks at the bottom cover the fairway, and unloading will be difficult. A difficult, very protected place. But, von Wenden promised to lead us.

“I really, really hope for the Baron. And, I will adequately reward this Superman. I owe you very much, Sievers, that you introduced me to him. That day was one of the best of my life, I truly saw a miracle!

– Only, my Fuhrer, von Wenden, he claims strange… Absolutely incredible things… That the island is guarded by the Dead, and we can only be saved by a few goats sacrificed, right on the shore.

“Goats?”

– exactly. It’s so weird, my Fuhrer!

“I didn’t believe in much either, Thielemann, until I saw Superman himself, his resurrection. He personally attended how Dr. Mengele chopped off Wenden’s head, and then watched it grow to his neck, and he came to life again. I felt his irreplaceable strength – and Hitler began to walk in excitement around the office, throwing furious glances at the guests – all this is, and these are not fairy tales for children… How not fairy tales and the very existence of the Ancients. We will get help from them. You, Thielemann, will take Sleeping from the Island. So we will get trump cards in negotiations with the Immortals. And get Wunderwaffe out of their hands. Let the blind believe that the Wunderwaffe is supertanks, or guns, even missiles. No, the true Fairy weapon is a weapon from the Land of Fairy Tales, Wuderwaffe can only be from Wunderland. Its terrifying power will help us win the war.

“That’s right, my Fuhrer! Zivers said loudly, we will deliver the cargo in a submarine!

– No, Wolfram’s not… Too risky… – Hitler sat down on a chair standing nearby, and began to quickly write on a sheet of paper – here, the order… The battleship Admiral Scheer will go to sea, and he will deliver Sleeping to Norway, and then you will personally bring it to Germany.

– And then what?

– Do you remember, Zivers, about that case in Siberia, in 1908? About the explosion of incredible power, which was written about in the newspapers? How for many tens of kilometers around everything was simply demolished, crushed! – Hitler said this in incredible excitement, his eyes just burned, and his hands began to shake, – the Russians were then able to hide a lot, but it was you who unearthed that it was a bomb blown up by the Immortals… Well, now, these commissars – and he said these words with contempt – all this became unnecessary, they are stupid, deaf and blind. Now, this is a genuine Wunderwaffe, a wonderful, fabulous weapon of incredible power that will give us victory… Hitler repeated, with him, only with him we will win!

– So what? How will we act, my Fuhrer?

Wolfram Sievers already looked at Hitler with fear, he became really obsessed, saying such words, discussing this incredible project. So the main goal is Wunderwaffe… And that explains a lot.

– Still just Zivers… – and Hitler again looked at the chapter “Ananerbe” as a small child – This will become quite doable and logical. We will give the Immortals Sleeping, and in return we will ask them for Wunderwaffe. They will not refuse us, I am sure of that…

PART 1. Telegram – Warning. “There will be a huge explosion on Tunguska”