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Chosen One of the Emerald Throne
Minaeva Anna
Romance novels, Romance-fantasy novels,

I got it, I got it. And to another world too! The sorcerer, who calls himself the Protector, insists that I killed the witch. The one who could help me. Proving your innocence is not so bad; getting a return ticket home is more difficult. But who to trust? The protector who almost killed me the first time we met, or the king whose actions surprise me?
His insufferable witch
Gordova Valentina
Romance novels, Romance-fantasy novels,

If your sister is in trouble, she cannot be left to fend for herself!

If, through simple manipulations, you find yourself in her place, you shouldn’t give up!

If you only have a month to make her fiancé cancel the wedding, use it wisely!

Vladimir Poselyagin

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Cover design by Sergei Kurganov

I sat hugging my knees and cried. Not sobbing, but silently, with bitterness, tears rolled down her cheeks. Anyone would cry if such desired adult years were suddenly replaced by adolescence again. Anyone who has just entered adulthood will understand me. After all, how you dream of becoming big, finally throwing off the childish yoke. I just got a taste of adult life, and then suddenly I’m a teenager again. Sixteen years old, but a teenager. Four years have gone down the drain. So, should I go into the army again? In principle, it’s possible, after all, I was discharged a year ago, I know the rules. You have to think, so I sat and thought, and tears rolled down my cheeks, paying tribute to the lost years.

Having wiped my face with the sleeve of an old, tattered work jacket, I blew my nose and remained sitting, slightly swaying back and forth.

How did it happen that I found myself in such a difficult situation? It’s night now, by local standards, somewhere around midnight, so I have time, I can describe it, and at the same time, while I’m remembering, I’ll calm down. By the way, it’s strange, I was not in the mood for reflection, but then it hit me, an unknown world, and I remained in it, perhaps forever, this is what made me howl not like a child. Age is nonsense, I’ll grow up, but the fact that now I can’t go back is not just a problem, it’s a catastrophe.

What should I tell you about myself? Hmm, I don't even know. I was a foundling, a nurse found me on the porch of an orphanage, so I was raised there. Since childhood, I loved cars, so from the age of ten I disappeared into a neighboring car fleet. At first they chased us, and then we considered them one of our own. When I turned sixteen, with the permission of the director of the orphanage, I began to work for them completely officially. Then the army, and, oddly enough, I ended up not in the automobile units, but in the sapper units. He served for a year in a sapper unit. No, first, as expected, sergeant training for six months, then six months in the unit, and then, of course, demobilization.

The state didn’t give me an apartment, but they gave me a pretty good room in a communal apartment - almost in the center of the capital.

I lived my whole life in an orphanage, then the army, and all the same family, and therefore somehow I did not want to return to such a life, to a permanent hostel. In general, after returning from the army, I did not go on a spree like other demobilizers, this is not my thing, I never had the desire, so a week later, having successfully sold my room, I left Moscow, where I lived most of my life, and went to quite a large regional center located fifty kilometers from Moscow. I had my eye on a house there in advance, so the money from the sale of living space in Moscow was just enough for a house, with a considerable plot of land, and for a car, so I bought a used Zhiguli “six” car. Moreover, he even put something into a savings book, since the farm was not completed. No, the house was completely ready, with a large basement, a stone foundation and sawn timber on two floors, two bathrooms, two toilets, one bathroom for each floor, six rooms. In general, the house is excellent, but the plot was empty, there were no additional extensions, which is why it was not so expensive to buy it.

The owner's health became weak during construction, so, having sold the house, he moved to an apartment in the same regional center. The farm itself was located on the outskirts, and the view from the windows was of endless fields and the edge of a distant forest, with a small river flowing there. I went fishing there a couple of times, it was an interesting pleasure, I must say, I even became addicted. Before that, I wasn’t interested in fishing, because I practically didn’t know what it was. The neighbors were also under construction, so the area was quite noisy and frequented by heavy construction and trucking equipment.

I was discharged in the spring, so at the beginning of July I moved into my house, and a new registration stamp appeared in my passport. There were also documents for the car and license. Having settled in the house, the owner took some of the furniture, so he had to buy more, including household appliances, a refrigerator, a washing machine, a computer, wireless Internet, and the rest, including bedding for a luxurious double bed - the owner did not take it. Most of the furniture was made to order specifically for this house.

Since it was the beginning of summer, I decided to start by building a garage and outbuildings. I ordered building materials and got down to business. There was no fence around the site, so, having hired one worker, I buried and concreted the iron posts and made a fence from corrugated sheets in front and on the sides; the back was not required, since the neighbor had already done everything. So I finally closed my area from uninvited guests. I only made a gate to drive the car in, and a gate next to it.

The building materials had arrived by that time, so I began digging trenches for the foundation. The worker, after the fence was ready, moved to another construction site, so I dug alone. I decided to make the garage itself, which was gradually turning into an outbuilding, under one roof. I liked this idea from my neighbor; it was being built three houses away from me. So the trenches on both sides were fifty meters long, which is exactly how long this structure will be. Moreover, I decided to make a second floor, not exactly residential, just in case.

When the trench was ready, I hired two professional builders, since I had no experience in this matter, ordered several KamAZ trucks of concrete and iron, and we poured the foundation; the trenches were deep enough. I planned to have a large garage. I was going to buy a Gazelle in the future, so I had two trucks enter one after the other. In principle, KamAZ will also enter, I also had plans for it. The one with the manipulator is a dream, one might say.

By the end of the summer, I had a box raised, but I ran out of money, so, having paid the workers, I left everything as it was and headed to Moscow to earn money. With the help of my friends in the auto fleet, I managed to get a job for the whole winter at a good construction company as a crane operator, fortunately I had the necessary qualifications, thanks to the guys from the same auto fleet. I worked all winter on a foreign crane, earning money and saving money. In the spring, in my free time, since I was working two weeks later, I started working on the garage.

The garage box was roofed and finally finished, I even hung iron gates and three iron doors, one leading to the garage, the other two to the utility rooms. In one I planned to store household equipment, the same walk-behind tractor and shovels. This spring, for the first time, I plowed my garden and planted potatoes, a shock for me as a purely city dweller, but my neighbors helped and taught me. There, in that room, I dug a cellar, all this for the future, a large cellar, with a secret passage to a viewing hole in the garage. And the garage itself began to acquire racks and shelves where I stored my tools and other small things useful for the household. Now I put the car in the garage.

By the way, I lived in a house, returned in the evening, and went back to work in the morning. What do these fifty kilometers mean to me, especially since the place of work is just on this side on the outskirts; a new microdistrict was built under government orders. There were no problems with gasoline, I didn’t spend my salary on it, I wrote it off from the tap, although it also ran on diesel fuel. I wrote off the diesel and exchanged it for the eightieth, which is what the engine of my “six” ran on. Moreover, I got so used to this that excess fuel began to form, I had to buy two two-hundred-liter barrels, one was not sold, I could only find two right away, so I began to quietly drain the fuel from the canisters and tank. I always had two twenty-liter cans in the trunk, as I exchanged diesel fuel for gasoline. I immediately poured them in, and then poured them into a barrel. Both barrels were in the garage, one was almost full, the second had not yet begun to be filled. My reserve is, one might say, strategic. I managed to save diesel fuel in small batches; if I got impudent, they would notice, so I tried not to expose myself. And one of the craftsmen at a construction company bought it from me. He has his own tractor in the village, so he saved fuel for the spring sabbath and plowed the gardens. A month of such chaos, as he said, then fed his family for six months.

Despite the accumulated tools that were just right to open a car repair shop, I was not a particular fan of car repair, although I was considered a professional in this matter, but I was a driver, a chauffeur, that was my calling. I could repair a car, but only my own; I didn’t want to do it as a profession, I didn’t really care, but behind the wheel I felt like I belonged, and that’s why I was jumping.

The work didn’t bother me, especially since, as I already said, we worked in shifts, two weeks without days off, the next two weeks we rested. I was looking for just such a schedule, so in these two weeks I finished the garage and began to slowly fill it with material and tools. I got the second floor without full-length partitions with windows at the ends, on one side to the garden, on the other to the street. There were two entrances, a ladder from the garage, and an external iron one, so in my free time I accumulated building materials to make partitions and divide the second floor into a couple of rooms. My floor was covered with planed boards, the roof was under thermal insulation, install heating and live, but I have not yet decided what to do with this floor, for now I use it as a warehouse, and above the garage I will make a living room, dragging and assembling furniture upstairs. Over the fall, winter and spring, I learned something in construction, so I could handle it myself; I no longer needed to hire.

I liked to tinker with the housework, I had a passion for it, so I took care of the house and the farm with pleasure. If it weren’t for work, I would have gotten some livestock, but I even had to give up the idea of getting a dog. It happened that I wasn’t home for several days, who would feed me? And so everything was fine with me. By the way, I talked with friends and acquaintances from the orphanage, not everyone was so happy. I would even say, according to...

The Security Service sergeant, who was assigned to accompany me, said that it would take about forty minutes to fly to the place we needed, so I leaned back in my chair and looked around with interest; the platform was completely open and continued to think. Of course, while scientists were studying me, I tried to get some information about my past while I was an agent of the machine civilization, but I didn’t manage to find out everything; most of the information was classified. But I still learned something. Mostly just from conversations and conversations. I was allowed to visit the common dining room, and there I sat down with someone from the navy at a table and asked a couple of insignificant questions, and that’s how the information came to me bit by bit. A couple of times the lieutenant grabbed me by the ear during such conversations, but there were no particular conclusions, they simply asked me to moderate my curiosity.

It's true that I was an embedded agent. Moreover, noticing my persistence in obtaining this information, SB Lieutenant Koledd, my supervisor, showed recordings from cameras in the repair dock where I worked. Or rather, my body is under the control of another person, an artificial person. Well, it really was me, and I was amazed at the natural behavior of the artificial personality that I saw on the visor screen. Judging by it, I was the life of the party, a merry fellow and a joker. And he’s also a walker. With two female technicians from the same dock, I definitely did. A couple of times I hid with them in rooms where there were no cameras, and we came out disheveled and happy. This is the only time Koledd gave me so much information, and even with notes. I collected it mainly by hearsay, what I heard and analyzed.

So that's it. That pirate clan was under surveillance by the empire's intelligence services. At first, part of the clan went somewhere into unexplored space, the agents that were on the ships did not know where, only the captains had information. After that, only a part, barely a third, returned to base. Then we managed to find out that the pirates had found the planet where the Center had established itself and raked away from them. I don’t think that this was their permanent base, most likely an outpost with part of the laboratories where they conducted experiments on the planet’s aborigines, who looked like hairy monkeys, and, well, on people. The pirates gave them a lot of material.

I’ll digress for a second and explain this point. I would like to clarify this interest of people in machine civilization. It all turned out to be a difference in technology. I don’t know how, but the AIs have moved seriously forward over these three hundred years and have made a huge leap in their research. Therefore, their captured ships, even very battered ones, were valuable and gave very good money. They also did serious research in the field of bioimplants and cybernation. Their armies were very serious. A paratrooper in heavy assault armor did not always emerge victorious on equal terms with such a cyborg. Naturally, human states were interested in the production of all this, so there was a hunt for the industrial enterprises of the Center.

I think the intelligence of the Center, after conducting reconnaissance, found out about this; how many undetected agents like me and other poor fellows are still virgins in the empire and neighboring states? So, when the fleet secretly gathered and moved towards the planet, the coordinates of which they learned from the pirates, they came across several transport ships of the Center along the way, which they surprisingly easily captured. It turned out that there were captured prisoners there, people. Almost one and a half thousand people. They were naturally released and sent on one of the transports to the empire, accompanied by a couple of cruisers for protection. After the test, which everyone passed, they began to spread throughout the system and the planet. Some of them left too, but as I was able to overhear later, they had already been intercepted. So, according to my estimates, there should have been five percent sleeper agents among those released, no more, so as not to attract attention. But it turned out that they were all those released; the Center did not waste time on trifles. Of course, imperial counterintelligence was experienced, the employees knew their job well, especially since this was not the first such implementation by the Center. Yes, and agents were found in such small groups among the released ones and they were identified quite quickly. Here the Center operated using different technologies. Having gotten a quick jump in bio-implants, they used it. There the scientists are howling with admiration, studying what they extracted from my head and from the heads of other poor fellows. Not many, not all of them, were taken alive. How sad it is, only ten percent, the rest fought to the last, following the laid down programs. One of these agents blew up the reactors of his ship, causing damage to part of the station. It looks like restoration work is still going on there. I was lucky to be among the ten percent who were captured alive. Well, how lucky, I also tried to resist, since they couldn’t knock me out right away, and even crippled two soldiers of the capture group in heavy suits, tearing them like paper with my bare hands, but they still knocked me out. The Center’s implants were removed and then restored for a long time in the intensive care unit. I was seriously injured during the capture.

Now let's get back to sleeper agents. So, this time the Center changed its tactics. At first it seemed that everything was as before. Even during the initial check, several such sleeping agents were identified and they were neutralized. Only this time there were not five or ten percent of the total number of such agents, but they were all them, but the specialists did not immediately understand this. Those that were identified were doomed to failure in advance; they were prepared so that they would be discovered and counterintelligence, having calmed down, would not dig further. In fact, the new bioimplants of the Center were something unimaginable, enormous possibilities, despite the fact that they imitated implants and networks produced by people. Even a thorough check did not reveal a fake. But those who were immediately supposed to pass during the initial test had the old networks of the Center, also an artificial imitation, but specialists from human states had already learned to identify them. A little later, when sabotage began and information began to leak out, counterintelligence figured out what was going on and grabbed its head. But it was too late. The sleeper agents, for the most part, completed the job and, according to the assumption of the empire’s military, the abandonment can be considered successful. That is why scientists so seriously studied the Center’s new products, extracted from me, in order to develop countermeasures for the next implanters. And they will, that's for sure.

Now about me. I was also on one of these ships, sitting in a punishment cell, and was released. I was transferred to a transport and taken to a border planet. They conducted a thorough check and released him. I had a false identity as a ship's technician, saying that our transport had captured a Center warship on the Frontier. This is a border formation uncontrolled by anyone; pirates and various outcasts have settled there. There is such a layer between states and unexplored space.

So, they released me not alone, but with the crew of the transport on which I allegedly worked. Most of them also had fake IDs and altered DNA. Still, most of the pirates were wanted in different countries and during the initial check they would have been easily identified. And so the changed DNA is ready, new people. So, after the check, I headed to the station, where I signed a one-year contract to work at the repair dock. Others released, including the transport crew, also found work in different places and did this, infiltrating various organizations of the system. My technical skills were not so high, apparently I had little time to study, but I could work as a junior technician. That is, he was actually on hand.

As I understand it, with my help I was not able to harm the Center that much. And my actions were not so serious. As the investigation established, I only installed beacons on ships being repaired. Of the eight ships in the repair of which I took part, seven were in order, they were found and the lighthouses were seized, the eighth went towards the Frontier and disappeared. Maybe the warships of the Center intercepted him, or maybe the pirates. Go ahead and guess. In general, they didn’t pin it on me. And they grabbed me at the moment when I was trying to introduce a virus into the system through the station control panel of the dock. The security system worked and they took me. I worked at the repair dock for a little over three months until a seizure occurred right on the job site. In principle, that's all. Not a lot, of course, but I learned a lot of interesting things. I learned much more about the empire and about the human states themselves, of which there were several hundred, not counting various independent worlds and formations. Information about them was in the public domain, and I studied what was there. First in the information center, this is a local military network, then I gained access to the general civilian network called Galonet. This system already had hypercommunication relays, so the network was not planetary in one system, but formed a single one, from several planets of the empire, including the capital and individual systems. In general, a powerful thing. It’s just a pity that all my contacts were monitored by the Security Service, often blocking those sites that interested me. Iskin SB did this. Through it I accessed the network.

Rats Vladimir Poselyagin

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Title: Rat

About the book “Rat” Vladimir Poselyagin

We present the first book “Rats” from the series of the same name. Combat science fiction will delight you with heroism, trophies, space, and neural networks. And alternative history and worlds of the commonwealth are served with the sauce of adventurous adventures. Another masterpiece from the author that many will want to read.

Vladimir Poselyagin was known as a brutal writer who, excuse me, does not care about any limits and prohibitions in literature. Everything is different with him. And the language, and the characters, and the writing style. The author has his own audience of readers and works for them. Are you one of them? You will find out after reading the novel.

Another survivor from our time finds himself in the brew of the Great Patriotic War. The first months of hostilities, the western regions of the Union. But the man is already there. And what will he do?

Let us note that there are many different forces involved here. The Commonwealth, the President, the Germans, super machines, weapons bases and other components. The war familiar to us from history takes on completely different features and meaning.

The personality of the main character is “not a fountain”! Do you think he ran and became in the forefront on the battlefield? No matter how it is. As they say in one wise saying - “to whom is war, and to whom is mother.” So, the second option suits our hero. He does not disdain murder, blackmail, girls... And then he also has the fate of protecting his home planet with the help of technology of the future. Will the boy cope? It's worth reading the book to the end.

In the meantime, the main character doesn’t particularly worry about the war around him - he’s digging mines, looking for treasures, courting girls. He loves only himself, but hates many. As you can see, the title of the book matches the content. But Vladimir Poselyagin gives the main character a chance to improve. Who knows, perhaps “Rats” will surprise us closer to the end?

Note that the novel has a continuation in the form of a second and third part. So get ready for a long read, because you won’t stop at the first book. The work will delight you with all the delights of the combat fantasy genre - fantastic elements, a dynamic plot, fast-paced storytelling, unusual adventures, confrontations on the brink, and so on.

It is worth noting that the text is not perfect in terms of spelling. Some proposals are not agreed upon. But this does not spoil the overall impression of the novel. Therefore, if you are not afraid of such verbal opuses as “between the bushes”, “not comme il faut” and others, you can safely read.