Skovorodnikov Writes "The Omen" Fanfic

Nar-Tai, looking at him from under his lowered eyebrows, was silent for a while. And when the young man's face finally smoothed out and began to resemble the face of a fearless warrior before a battle, he spoke again, and his voice sounded quiet, as if from afar:

"So, Mister Tairymbayev, we have come to that part of my story," he said with feeling in his velvety voice, "when I will no longer be retelling the words of a third party, which was Ilya Silantyev, but my own observations, which I have been making all the time, whenever a person of interest to both of us accidentally or not appeared in my field of vision, namely, Private Anton Skovorodnikov, born on May 18, 1982. By the way, I would like to warn you in advance, Mister Tairymbayev, since we are talking about his date of birth, that for some reason it completely coincides with the date when that very whore was born, for whom he left Pet-el-burge and went to Analda, where he fell into the clutches of the local cops. And this is not just a coincidence - it is a sign or even an "omen", in which I see the secret of the entire existence of our mortal world, dear Mister Tairymbayev. You know much better than other people about all these things, so it is not for me to explain to you why things are exactly this way and in no other way. It will be enough for you to agree that I can continue to tell you about everything that happened to Anton Skovorodnikov until the very moment when he flew out of the Union of Indestructible Nations, where we are now, in fact. Well, Mister Tairymbayev, are you ready to listen to me, or do you want to rest and drink some water?" Tai Minamoto addressed his only listener - if you don't count you, my little green friend - with a mocking look.

Nar-Tai nodded silently in response, and the young man, clearing his throat, continued his monologue in the same monotonous voice of a sexton.

"Anyway, when that movie came to an end, Kuplinov, who owned that improvised movie house in the closet next to the barracks toilet, turned off the DVD player, disconnected the projector from it and, taking out a blue disk from the tray on which was written "Omen IV: The Awakening", ordered all five soldiers, including the private Anton Skovorodnikov we are interested in, to immediately clear out of his premises. There was nothing to be done, the whole brotherhood had to get up from their uncomfortable chairs and, with their heads down, walk out of the dark closet into the brightly lit corridors of the barracks. And at that very moment, your humble servant," at this point in his story, Tai Minamoto hit himself in the chest.

"I was just conducting an inspection on orders from my superiors and by chance I met all five of them in the corridor just after they had left the illegal movie house. I even managed to exchange a few words with them about how my daddy, Mister Osorio, and I would take measures to prevent further sessions of that scoundrel Kuplinov, because it corrupts our soldiers and instills in them thoughts that run counter to the interests of the Communist Party, and also contributes to the development of pro-The Omen Ican propaganda, which is so harmful to our people... Sorry, Mister Tairymbayev, I got distracted," Tai suddenly remembered, and then continued.

"Well, so, I met these five in the corridor and stopped to chat with them, studying each and every face along the way. And it seemed to me very, very suspicious that while the faces of the four had the most ordinary expressions of soldiers having a good time, the fifth one - namely Anton Skovorodnikov - had a face as if he had just been separated from his girl."

"How do you, my dear, know what guys who have been dumped by a girl look like?" Nar-Tai interrupted the young man. "Do you have your own experience, or have you simply had the pleasure of observing this in others?"

At the same time, Nar-Tai winked at his interlocutor, as if letting him know that his question was only intended to bring a pinch or two of fun into their one-sided dialogue, and was not a direct and urgent request for knowledge about the lives of young souls.

Realizing this, Tai Minamoto did not respond to this, but only smiled even wider and continued his story, which in his performance looked more like a report to a superior than a private conversation between two acquaintances.

"In general, Anton had such a mug," the young man continued, "that I immediately understood that he had been hopelessly mentally ill for an hour. And so I decided to ask the guys about what the fuck they had watched at this Kuplinov. Well, this Ilya Silantyev, as the most reckless of this whole crowd, laid it all out for me in the same words that I told you a little earlier. But then I was not so much listening to his chatter as I was looking at the face of Private Skovorodnikov. And my sharp, almost eagle eye could not hide the circumstance that was completely clear to such an expert on human souls as your humble servant. Namely, every time Ilya Silantyev mentioned lolis in his story about the film "Omen IV: The Awakening", Anton Skovorodnikov would immediately blush and look away from everyone else, especially from me, because he couldn't help but see that I was studying him more closely than everyone else. I even wanted to ask him a question about it directly, but I changed my mind, because I decided that it would look somehow impolite on my part, and besides, Ilya Silantyev was singing so loudly that I physically simply couldn't get a word in during his stormy story - it was obvious that the film had made an impression on him. Therefore, instead of finding out what was going on with Private Anton, I limited myself to listening to Private Silantyev's chatter to the end and threatening him that if he and his comrades showed up at Kuplinov's again, I would take all measures to eliminate this hotbed of propaganda in the heart of the Pet-el-burge barracks of the VRLJ corporation branch, after which, as they say, I waved goodbye to all five of them and turned my back on them, having managed to notice Anton Skovorodnikov's gaze directed straight at me, which was so full of hatred for me that it literally oozed through the pores of his skin. I am still surprised how I managed to control myself and not give in to my anger."

"What would you do to the poor soldier just because he looked at you the wrong way?" Nar-Tai couldn't help but ask this arrogant twenty-year-old boy.

Tai Minamoto, having measured his listener with his narrow eyes, like all Joponese, did not respond to this impudent remark and immediately returned to his interrupted story.

"Although I didn't notice anything terrible or reprehensible at the time, but then... Then something strange happened! As you know, Mister Tairymbayev, as a member of the board of the Pet-el-burge branch of the VRLJ corporation, I oversee the activities of our entire enterprise through my personal contacts among the company's employees. In addition to them, my contacts also include soldiers who, if you haven't forgotten, are in some way the property of the corporation's chief, Jorge Osorio, since it is through his technology that our thugs are born. I'm telling you this solely so that you understand my role in this whole story and don't ask me idiotic questions like "how did you find out about this?", "how are you so sure of this?" and "why didn't you tell me about this right away?" I just want you to get it through your head - I had the opportunity to see Anton Skovorodnikov's personal life, and I know everything about it. Everything and in all details, because I am not only a member of the council, but also have full free access to the barracks at any time of the day or night, and therefore it is not surprising that the private's personal life was in the palm of my hand. Do you understand this, Mister Tairymbayev? - he asked, looking at his interlocutor."

Nar-Tai, who was already beginning to get on his nerves with this smug sonnie of Ando Minamoto's love for long and formal phrases, could not find an answer to such an impudent question, but, deciding not to enter into polemics with this proud Joponese youth, nodded his head affirmatively, perfectly understanding that Tai did not need to hear his words, but only to make sure that his interlocutor understood what was being discussed.

And, as Nar-Tai had hoped, the young man understood what his nod meant, and, smiling smugly, continued:

"Two days have passed since that memorable July evening. As I recall, it was very early - only about nine o'clock, no more. I had just woken up, had breakfast, and decided to take a walk around the parade ground before the drills began. I was in a good mood - my older sister Kari Kamiya had just called me to tell me that she had given birth to a third child, whom she had named "Montesi" - after some Chilean computer science student. I, delighted by the fact that I had acquired a new nephew, and not suspecting that this could be connected with that same damned "Omen IV: The Awakening" film, which I, by that time, had forgotten to think about, was walking along the empty parade ground and suddenly noticed that Anton Skovorodnikov, who, according to the rules prescribed by the authorities, should have been in the barracks canteen at that time, was sitting alone on a bench in the far corner of the parade ground, holding a small laptop of the brand... Ah, this will not be interesting to you anyway," he suddenly said, "I'll tell you about it later, Mister Tairymbayev, if you don't mind. But now I want to tell you about what happened next. Having noticed Private Skovorodnikov in a place not designated by regulations, I slowly walked towards him, not forgetting for a minute that he was supposed to be in the dining room and that I, as a superior officer, should immediately report his behavior."

"And instead of running to daddy or to Colonel Boner Ghouler to rat on the soldier, you decided to have a chat with him first?" Nar-Tai couldn't help but grin venomously. "What are you telling me, my dear, that this Skovorodnikov violated the regulations, if you - yes, you! - behaved far from being a proper zombie of the military regime?"

Having thrown a trial balloon, Nar-Tai hoped that the young man would not be able to stand such blatant rudeness towards him and would immediately attack him with his fists.

This would allow him to immediately immobilize Tai Minamoto and finally calmly leave this fucking small room, in which he was already sick of being in the company of this narcissistic twenty-year-old idiot. However, this same twenty-year-old idiot apparently had a truly gigantic talent for restraining himself.

He didn't even blink an eye, but only smiled slightly - and Nar-Tai understood: he was simply mocking him, continuing and continuing to tell this inexplicable story about Private Skovorodnikov, whom Nar-Tai had seen only twice in his life - once in the main office of the Pet-el-burge branch of the VRLJ corporation, and the second time - in a strange basement, which was located right under the floor of the room in the apartment of his former classmate Dmitry Kurnosov, who literally five minutes before this also became deceased.

In general, he was already really tired of listening to a long story about the cunt-sufferings of some soldier with whom he had only a casual acquaintance, but Nar-Tai was smart enough to figure out that the proud sonnie of Jopon would not shut his mouth until he poured out on his interlocutor the entire stream of thick vomit, oh, excuse me, speech that had accumulated in him.

Therefore, Nar-Tai had no choice but to be patient and continue to listen to this young Joponese man, who clearly did not so much want to convey something interesting to the listener, as he simply wanted to listen to his own voice, for which, most likely, he looked into his room, because there is no better listener on Earth than a person who has been lying in liquid nitrogen for twenty years, who can take all his nonsense at face value, thinking that during the time he slept, a lot could have changed in the world, although internally Nar-Tai was sure that in fact "the cart is still there."

"So I go to the bench where Private Skovorodnikov was sitting," Tai Minamoto continued meanwhile, "and I see that his thin and skinny, like a pianist's fingers are nervously running back and forth on the keyboard of the laptop, which he was holding on his knees. Even the tip of his tongue was sticking out of his thin, bloodless lips, he was so engrossed in his work. And even when I approached him at arm's length, he did not take his eyes off the screen, continuing to type something. I was about to call out to the soldier who was violating regulations, but then I suddenly noticed a pistol lying next to him and thought that it would be better not to run into trouble... And then it dawned on me: after all, this is from The Blood Polygon!"

"What do you mean, what The Blood Polygon?" Nar-Tai didn't understand.

"It's a special complex for training our clone soldiers to behave in combat conditions," Tai Minamoto began to explain. "There, our soldiers practice their reflexes, using robots disguised as monks with the behavior of maniacs as targets."

"What do monks have to do with this?" Nar-Tai was even more surprised.

"We live in an atheistic state, my dear," the twenty-year-old Joponese said in a moralizing tone, "and that's why our superiors don't really want our soldiers to be subject to religious prejudices. That's why we use robots in monks' robes for training - it helps our clone soldiers overcome the pernicious influence that comes to us from the West. Because some of them, especially recently..." he made a vague gesture with his hand and fell silent, apparently not wanting to expand on this topic any further.

Nar-Tai understood him without words and nodded his head, as if he understood everything about these monks and everything else. But he did not say anything out loud, and the young man did not leave him such an opportunity, because he immediately returned to his story about Anton Skovorodnikov.

"In general, seeing a pistol next to him, which he had stolen from The Blood Polygon for some reason, I realized that I had nothing to fear, because these scary-looking toys are actually completely harmless to people, because they are loaded with special cartridges that only act on inanimate matter, which are the robot monks from The Blood Polygon that I mentioned. They do not cause any harm to living beings, in particular people, so they can be given into the hands of even a child, which, by the way, is used by some cunning warrant officers who quietly steal these pistols from warehouses and unload them on the markets to all sorts of dubious individuals, who then shamelessly profit from state property, selling these pistols to children under the slogan "The Gun With a Bang, but does not kill! Must have for kids!" "See what the speculators of the Union of Indestructible Nations have come to today?" the young man addressed Nar-Tai with some sadness.

"What did you expect from a country that in the nineties..." Nar-Tai began, but noticing that the young man suddenly raised the index finger of his left hand to his lips, he immediately fell silent.

Tai Minamoto, having made sure that his interlocutor was not eager to say bad things about those in power, returned to his story.

"Having cast aside the last grains of doubt, I approached Private Skovorodnikov and was about to open my mouth to read him his rights, but suddenly I thought - let me take a look at what he is typing there with such zeal? - and without thinking twice, I quietly, on tiptoe, walked around the bench and, sneaking up behind him, looked over his shoulder, fortunately this little sucker did not see or hear anything around him. And I saw this... I even closed my eyes in surprise: in front of me was the text editor "AVlivro Ficwriter", in the window of which some nonsense was typed, which, if you allow me, I will quote to you now verbatim and without cuts, since the text itself was very short, but my memory still stores it in full, since it was one of the most vivid memories of my life, because I had a unique opportunity to spy on a graphomaniac while he was writing his next work!"

"Go ahead," was all Nar-Tai said after a second's hesitation.

Tai Minamoto, taking a deep breath and rolling his eyes, a second later noisily exhaled through clenched teeth and, as if having finally decided to say something very important, began to rattle off the following text without hesitation, while his intonation clearly imitated a little eight-year-old boy, whom his parents had put on a stool in front of the guests so that he would recite to them by heart a poem about "Ben the Warrior", although the little boy himself was not at all eager to participate in this senseless, in his own opinion, action.

"Jo was led into a small room with gray walls, where, apart from a table and two chairs, there was nothing else," the young man began. - The guard lightly pushed the prisoner in the back and, making sure that he obediently sat down on the chair closest to the exit, closing the door behind him. Gloomy thoughts hovered in Jo's mind. He had been serving his sentence in this prison for two whole years, and that was only one-ninth of the entire sentence. During this time, he almost forgot what it was like to be free, breathe fresh air and communicate freely with other people... A crazy thought crept into Jo's head that he was called into this room in order to release him from here early, but common sense suppressed this idea. Eighteen minutes have passed since the guard walked out the door. Jo, although accustomed to long and tedious sitting in a cell, was already tired of sitting on this hard chair, and he wanted to get up - not to go out, but just to stretch his stiff legs - when suddenly the front door, which was located just behind his chair, opened and the prisoner heard measured steps. FUH FUCK, FINALLY!!!" suddenly, unexpectedly for Nar-Tai, Tai Minamoto shouted.