Chapter 12.2.

 Below, under the neat rows, there were sheets of paper with advertisements and announcements pasted at random. There was a scrap metal and furniture purchase and a car service. The latter supplied its sheet with an image of a supercar, the likes of which the city, perhaps, had never seen even in peacetime. Dragovich could say for sure about his city that there were no such cars there even before the war.

 There was also a printout with an image of the Russian politician Lebedev, the speaker of the Parliament, who was very much disliked here - all because he himself did not like the SSSF, and in general, regardless of the bank. Someone edited the picture, carelessly drawing a huge condom on Lebedev's head by hand. In the hand that Lebedev extended forward while delivering his speech, a rubber penis was placed.

 Then there were posters, drawn more professionally.

 For example, there was a horizontally stretched poster with a view, as one might guess, of the right bank. In case someone did not understand, there was a translucent superimposed inscription, which directly indicated - "Right Bank".

 Over the landscape with its explanatory inscription were superimposed three adjacent circles, which were views through a telescopic sight, each of which, from these sights, looked at some "enemy of the people", that is, a representative of the right bank.

 The first of these enemies was a pale, rat-faced ghoul in a tie and glasses. Judging by the inscription, this was "Nazi Intellectual" - this was written in large print. In small print it was explained that he was a traitor to the Russian people, a defector, obviously, to the right bank, and, most interestingly, an animal without principles.

 In the second sight was a pig-faced guy, with a pig's snout instead of a nose, in some kind of uniform, either military or police. It turned out to be the latter. According to the inscriptions, it was "Trash cop", again "Defector", "Traitor to the people of Russia", "Bandit lackey", "Aggressive and stupid animal".

 - Another animal, - thought Dragovich, who had once served in his own police force, - They were so sharp about their... opponents from the other bank.

 In the third sight was a big-faced redneck in an obviously expensive suit, smeared with blood.

The inscription read: "The gang of right-bank leaders consists of thieves, murderers, bloodsucking lords. If you happen to be nearby - kill! If you see them in the sight - kill! If you get captured - kill!"

 - If you get captured - kill? How so? - Dragovich wondered mentally.

 - Our star-studded posters? Do you like them? - Flaxen-Haired said questioningly behind his back.

 - Especially "if you get captured - kill". How so?

 - Yes, like that. Like in the movie about the war with the Nazis in 1945. In reality, of course, it is unlikely that anyone here would do such a thing. But this is purely ours, Russian. I mean as a movie cliche. In old Soviet movies, a resistance fighter is captured by the Nazis, some slapstick Führer interrogates him, and our guy grabs his throat with his last strength or twists his head off. Of course, he is also killed. This is something... From our movies.

 - Well, this was not only in your movies, but in theory the partisan should then escape and destroy the entire base. So that there would be a happy ending.

 Then there was a completely non-military theme - on a printout stuck nearby there was a huge fellow, judging by the military equipment and painstaking hand graphics, a positive character. The fellow was beating the face of some ragamuffin, whom he was holding by the collar with the hand that was not beating him. Broken bottles were lying nearby and the legs of a man lying on the ground, obviously a friend of the ragamuffin, were sticking out. At the bottom was the text: "An alcoholic is a useless animal, a ballast for society and a pest. He breeds crime, ruins the lives of children, eats and shits…"

 - If you see - …".

 - If you see - kill! - Dragovich mentally anticipated what he had read, but he guessed wrong. It turned out to be: "If you see - put the creature in its place!" An explanation of how to put it in its place was obviously included, so to speak, in graphic form.

 There was still much interesting on the wall, but the distant clatter of wheels was heard. Dragovich turned his head and saw a tram approaching the platform, whose front, like the previous one, was painted military green with two gray stripes.

 The tram that pulled up was the length of the entire platform, almost like a whole train of three cars, with walkways covered with rubber accordion - such a tram could not be called junk. It was painted as if tank, and a Russian one at that - in the aforementioned green color with a light gray logo of the left bank public transport, applied quite neatly, unlike the pavilion covered with papers and shit by pigeons.

The carriage was half empty - there were plenty of seats. Dragovich, just in case, pulled down his jacket and buttoned it higher. If there was one thing, it would be clearly indecent to flash a weapon in public transport, disdainful of civilians, especially since he, Dragovich, was still a nobody.