Dara, smiling conspiratorially at Grandfather, walked away from the group of Aghabay and went into the depths of the corridor. He was not interested in the bean shelter, he was interested in the key "47086_1", namely the topographic map!

He was already tired all the time in search of the city, although, of course, the process itself is exciting, but it's time to go out to the field and work as a metal detector! And do not turn into a library moth!

The grandfather, with a grin, waved his right hand *, saying, go, granddaughter, seek your happiness.

Dara did not lose time; he went to rooms 9 and 10, which were located in the interior of the corridor, while rooms 1 to 8 were in the side corridor.

The direct corridor was 3 meters wide, 2 meters high, with ventilation pipes running on top. The floor was concrete, gray. And the walls are painted light green with oil paint. Signs of bomb shelters and campaign posters hung on them.

It was not habitual to breathe through the filter, a little hard. What added a certain mystery to the situation, it inspired Dara. Everything new carries away.

Lampshades with plexiglass were braided with metal mesh.

The corridor was 10 meters long. The bomb bomb shelter was of the first type, it was supposed to have access to the subway. Dara heard that under the capital of Small Ahn, from schools and central department stores there were branched underground tunnels for 5-6 km. But he did not believe in it. As in the tales of the inhabitants of the old city, telling that back in the 18-19 century, underground tunnels were laid from the houses of rich people to city bazaars, two arbs wide (two wheeled carts).

Interestingly, this bomb shelter also had such underground passages? But it was rather a rhetorical question. Since Dara was not particularly interested in digger! This diocese (as it was customary to say at their university) from time immemorial belonged to the special forces service and it was not good to go there without their permission.

In the era of the Iron Curtain, the saying was popular - it's better to know less, but better to sleep! Knowledge is amazing, sadness! Do not lean out - will kill! The initiative is punishable. No need to intervene in government affairs, you'll be whole!

With this in mind, Dara didn't really want to find anything like that.

After going through the entire corridor, Dara saw a steel thermal door, it looked like a hatch in a submarine, with two levers that tightly fixed the door. On it was red oil paint KP-9 and next to it was another room with the inscription 10.

Pulling the handles down, Dara heard the sound of "Woof" and the door opened smoothly, a 30-square-meter room appeared before his eyes. meters or so, dark green curtains hung on the walls. At the end of the room was a table with the letter "T" with wooden Viennese chairs. The table was covered with a dark green cloth.

Dara, pushed back the curtains, one after the other. Topographic maps hung on the walls, with arrows, squares, rhombs, red and blue thick lines on top of them. The maps were the European part of the second empire, on the 1939 border lines.

"This is not what nonsense!" flashed through Dara's head.

Having pushed aside another curtain, Dara found a small room, there on the shelves were wooden boxes of square shape, the top of which were covered with plywood with Latin inscriptions Zh-40-23, k-56-80, I-41-24.

"Ohhhh! This is great luck!" said Dara aloud.

- "What luck, why"? suddenly he heard a question behind him.

Dara flinched. Behind him stood Barno, who noticed the absence of Dara and followed him. Despite her knowledge of outdoor surveillance services, Dara could not feel her presence in the room. It was his puncture, as a seeker of treasures!