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Title: Fighting cat

About the book “Fighting Cat” Pavel Mamontov

Do you love strategy? Then you will be interested in reading the book “Fighting Cat”, which is the 4th part of the famous fantasy series “Strategy”. Pavel Mamontov in his work tells us about several worlds and the big game. The rules are very simple - you have to survive. The prize is freedom, fame, money and love. Will our contemporary Andrei Kazakov be able to pass all the tests, survive and receive the main prize?

A talented writer of modern combat fiction, Pavel Mamontov won the hearts of many connoisseurs of great literature and video games with his original style. His works intrigue the reader with unusual strategies and adventures. Of course, the theme of people ending up in other worlds is not new, but the author was able to create a rather unusual and original plot that will not leave you indifferent.

The main character of the book, a twenty-seven-year-old sporty modern guy Andrei Kazakov, got into one unpleasant story and became a YouTube star. Very serious people paid attention to him and offered him to become a participant in the Great Game for money. It seems like nothing special, he will have to accompany two clients on a hike and spend eight days among other roleplayers, as a result of which he will receive 1000 euros. At first glance, the task seemed quite simple, if they had not ended up in other worlds, where their own laws, ideals and tragedies apply.

The main character is very well chosen, so from the first lines he evokes sympathy. You begin to empathize with him, believe in his feelings, become upset at failures and rejoice at successes. You also pay attention to the style of presentation and how the work harmonizes with reality. Some abstract scenes may seem unnecessary, but without them the witty remarks would not be appropriate and satirical. It touches on an unexpected and unpredictable ending theme and the problems it raises, which makes the reader think about the future.

Pavel Mamontov created images that reveal entire, incredibly complex Universes. The stories told look so real that it is impossible not to believe in them. As the story progresses, you realize that only in the smallest details can you find the answer to the mysterious riddle, but only the ending of this story will reveal all the cards to us. Thanks to the author's skill in developing the story through events described from different angles and expressing different points of view, we can directly participate in the selection of successful strategic options.

The book “Fighting Cat” perfectly harmonizes conflict episodes with the external reality of the universe, which once again tells us about the erudition and talent of the author. Reading the novel is very easy and enjoyable thanks to the interesting and unusual plot.

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The shot leg ached like a sore tooth in bad weather. Only now there is not a cloud in the sky - normal August weather.

Andrey took a sip of coffee and winced. He was sitting in a cafe for extreme sports enthusiasts and passing the time after another unsuccessful interview.

The most annoying thing is that the guy who shot him in the leg got away with it. Well, yes, Andrey beat one “black” cretin – either an Azer or a Dag – with a flail to the top of his head, and his friend in the balls. And in return, he received a bullet in the shin from an injury. Moreover, he himself turned out to be at fault: he used an unregistered bladed weapon that was not assigned to a supermarket security guard.

And Kazakov always liked to work with flexible, high-speed weapons: a flail, nunchucks, a flail - it doesn’t matter. This is not your ordinary police baton! It was breathtaking how a clumsy, clumsy-looking weapon suddenly acquired strength and speed in his hands, easily bypassed any defense and quickly fell on the enemy’s head. With a barely noticeable turn of the hand, one could direct it to the jaw, the crown or the back of the enemy’s head. And the result will always be a crushing blow!

In general, Andrey was given two years probation for such an “initiative.” A recording of the fight was also posted on YouTube. Although, maybe, if it weren’t for this recording and the hype around it, Andrey would have been slapped with a real sentence. And so - one horseradish, no one will hire you for a normal job with a criminal record anyway.

And now Andrei was sitting in his favorite cafe and waiting for who knows what.

It was amazing how many people in his generally ordinary town liked to ride a bicycle over rough terrain, go rafting or climb the mountains, sweating profusely. Compared to the total population, it’s quite small, of course, but enough to provide constant revenue to the Otryv bar.

Senya Semechkin, a seasoned airsoft player, explained this by the fact that previously the town stood on the border and constantly fought off the attacks of all sorts of adversaries, and desperate grunts lived in it, ready to risk their heads for a handful of silver and their own will. And we, therefore, are their descendants who lack adrenaline. Whether this was true or not, Andrei didn’t know, but he had enough of his own problems, without adrenaline. For example, where can I get money?

The phone beeped: Arkasha, friend. It was he who helped Andrei get a job as a security guard, although he did not serve in the army, and sometimes gave him money hacks.

- Hello, Andryukha! – a joyful voice came from the phone.

- Hello. Tell me right away, what do you have?

- There is a topic. You can earn a thousand euros in a week. All the equipment and other little things don’t count.

- And what needs to be done?

– Accompany a couple of good people somewhere.

- Didn't understand. Where should I accompany you? To Karelia, to the Urals? One euro per piece?

- No, everything is here, nearby. A trip for a week - and the thing is in your pocket. Well, three days before that to prepare.

-Where should I go?

- Damn, what am I explaining to you? Come to our park and we'll talk there. Or don't you need money?

- We need it, of course. I'll be there in an hour. Borya,” Kazakov called out to the bartender, “how much is it from me?”

- At the expense of the establishment, Andrey. Give it back when you can.

- Bor, well, damn it, really thank you. As soon as I get the money, I’ll give it back honestly. And they will.

- I heard. Good luck.

- Yeah thanks.

It’s not that Andrei Kazakov was a loser in life. By the age of twenty-five, he managed to graduate from the Institute of Physical Education, practice karate and acquire many useful skills in construction. He was interested in mountaineering and speleology. I did a little fencing and historical reconstruction. I wasn’t averse to getting out of the city in a good company of roleplayers or survivalists. He earned his bread and butter by doing hack work at construction sites, working as a sempai in a karate section, and sometimes being hired as an instructor on extreme hiking trips.

He didn’t sit on his mother’s neck, but it was impossible to say that he earned a lot. After graduating from university, he got a job at a small security company, from where he left after a fight in a supermarket. For several months now, Kazakov has been free like... ahem... the free wind.

Arkasha was waiting for Andrei, lounging on a bench. Once upon a time, an infinitely long time ago, it was in this park that they both ran around with ear pads and plastic swords, pretending to be elves. Where did those years go, where did those guys disappear?

Arkasha Sizentsev's appearance was the most slick, like a trash cat. And the content matched the appearance: he would never miss the benefits. However, to throw your own – this never happened. It was Arkasha who periodically gave Kazakov opportunities to earn money. Not without benefit for oneself, one must assume.

- Oh, hello, the YouTube star, he’s finally come. How long have you not seen each other?

- And you won’t get sick. By your grace, I almost became a chanson star.

- Well, bro, you screwed it up. It’s his own fault... Okay, we forgot,” Arkasha noticed that Andrei was not inclined to discuss the motives for his action. – As they say: whatever is done, everything is for the better. The recording of your fight was seen by very interesting and important people. And they wanted to take it with them on an exciting journey. Evaluate the breadth of the action.

– I’ve already assessed it – it’s a euro piece. Tell me the details, otherwise everything looks like a scam.

- You offend me, Andryukh. OK. They themselves don’t know where to go.

- That is?

– Well, look, the topic is this: there is an extreme tour, something between sports tourism and a role-playing game. The tour, by the way, is called the Great Game. Only three people can enter it. Your trio is delivered to the territory of this very Game. And there are already others there, well, too... role players. And among them, the three of you must hold out for eight days. All.

– Survive eight days among role players?

– There are also some adventures and tasks. I know one thing for sure – it won’t be boring. Well, do you agree?

– This is all strange... Okay, I agree, of course. A euro piece wouldn't hurt me. At the same time, I’ll have a blast.

“Otherwise,” Arkasha grinned.

- Let's call your clients.

“And they should arrive in about twenty minutes.” “I knew that you would agree,” his friend’s dirty smile became even wider.

- You're a bug, Arkashka. So it’s a tough hunt to go.

- Nothing! I gave him such a job, but he was unhappy. If you don’t want it, I’ll give it to someone else.

- But now you’re definitely going to get screwed, Arkady.

- Come on, break your fingers on my jaw.

“That’s the only reason you’re still alive,” Kazakov noted, “I don’t want to break my legs on your kidneys.” When do you say the employers will arrive?

- In about fifteen minutes. They will call back.

Arkasha’s mobile phone rang ten minutes later. Friends were told to approach the exit of the park.

The customers—a guy and a girl—were standing in the parking lot next to a shiny Land Cruiser. When Arkasha waved his hand, future employers slowly moved towards him.

The guy looked like a typical major: a short-haired, pumped-up brunette in large black glasses, a pink shirt and dark gray trousers with arrows. Surely the cost of his outfit significantly exceeded Andrei’s estimated fee. Or maybe the glasses alone were more expensive.

A smiling girl walked with him on his arm. Ygritte is straight out of “Game of Thrones” – red-haired, slender, but with noticeable curves. She was also dressed to the nines, but she carried herself so spontaneously and easily that she looked a little out of place next to her faithful companion.

“Vlad,” the major introduced himself and extended his hand.

At this time, a smart phone clicked in his trousers, he deftly pulled it out with his left hand and quickly ran his fingers across the screen.

“Left-handed,” thought Andrey. - Well, I'm lucky again. They say that left-handers are extraordinary people. I wonder where his uniqueness will take me?”

“Lisa,” the redhead introduced herself with a smile and made a playful curtsey.

- Very nice.

– Well, now that everyone is assembled, let’s start negotiations. Or maybe we should go to a cafe? – suggested Arkasha.

Pavel Alexandrovich Mamontov

Fighting Cat

* * *

The shot leg ached like a sore tooth in bad weather. Only now there is not a cloud in the sky - normal August weather.

Andrey took a sip of coffee and winced. He was sitting in a cafe for extreme sports enthusiasts and passing the time after another unsuccessful interview.

And now Andrei was sitting in his favorite cafe and waiting for who knows what.

The phone beeped: Arkasha, friend. It was he who helped Andrei get a job as a security guard, although he did not serve in the army, and sometimes gave him money hacks.

- Hello, Andryukha! – a joyful voice came from the phone.

- Hello. Tell me right away, what do you have?

- There is a topic. You can earn a thousand euros in a week. All the equipment and other little things don’t count.

- And what needs to be done?

– Accompany a couple of good people somewhere.

- Didn't understand. Where should I accompany you? To Karelia, to the Urals? One euro per piece?

- No, everything is here, nearby. A trip for a week - and the thing is in your pocket. Well, three days before that to prepare.

-Where should I go?

- Damn, what am I explaining to you? Come to our park and we'll talk there. Or don't you need money?

- We need it, of course. I'll be there in an hour. Borya,” Kazakov called out to the bartender, “how much is it from me?”

- At the expense of the establishment, Andrey. Give it back when you can.

- Bor, well, damn it, really thank you. As soon as I get the money, I’ll give it back honestly. And they will.

- I heard. Good luck.

- Yeah thanks.

- Oh, hello, the YouTube star, he’s finally come. How long have you not seen each other?

- And you won’t get sick. By your grace, I almost became a chanson star.

– I’ve already assessed it – it’s a euro piece. Tell me the details, otherwise everything looks like a scam.

- You offend me, Andryukh. OK. They themselves don’t know where to go.

- That is?

– Survive eight days among role players?

– There are also some adventures and tasks. I know one thing for sure – it won’t be boring. Well, do you agree?

– This is all strange... Okay, I agree, of course. A euro piece wouldn't hurt me. At the same time, I’ll have a blast.

“Otherwise,” Arkasha grinned.

- Let's call your clients.

“And they should arrive in about twenty minutes.” “I knew that you would agree,” his friend’s dirty smile became even wider.

- You're a bug, Arkashka. So it’s a tough hunt to go.

- Nothing! I gave him such a job, but he was unhappy. If you don’t want it, I’ll give it to someone else.

- But now you’re definitely going to get screwed, Arkady.

- Come on, break your fingers on my jaw.

“That’s the only reason you’re still alive,” Kazakov noted, “I don’t want to break my legs on your kidneys.” When do you say the employers will arrive?

- In about fifteen minutes. They will call back.

Pavel Mamontov

Fighting Cat

The shot leg ached like a sore tooth in bad weather. Only now there is not a cloud in the sky - normal August weather.

Andrey took a sip of coffee and winced. He was sitting in a cafe for extreme sports enthusiasts and passing the time after another unsuccessful interview.

The most annoying thing is that the guy who shot him in the leg got away with it. Well, yes, Andrey beat one “black” cretin - either an Azer or a Dag - with a flail to the top of his head, and his friend in the balls. And in return, he received a bullet from a trauma injury in his shin. Moreover, he himself turned out to be at fault: he used an unregistered bladed weapon that was not assigned to a supermarket security guard.

In general, Andrey was given two years probation for such an “initiative.” A recording of the fight was also posted on YouTube. Although, maybe, if it weren’t for this recording and the hype around it, Andrey would have been slapped with a real sentence. And so - one horseradish, with a criminal record, no one will hire you for a normal job anyway.

And now Andrei was sitting in his favorite cafe and waiting for who knows what.

The phone beeped: Arkasha, friend. It was he who helped Andrei get a job as a security guard, although he did not serve in the army, and sometimes gave him money hacks.

Hello, Andryukha! - a joyful voice came from the phone.

Hello. Tell me right away, what do you have?

There is a theme. You can earn a thousand euros in a week. All the equipment and other little things don’t count.

And what should be done?

Accompany a couple of good people somewhere.

Didn't understand. Where should I accompany you? To Karelia, to the Urals? One euro per piece?

No, everything is here, nearby. A trip for a week - and the thing is in your pocket. Well, three days before that to prepare.

Where should you go?

Damn, what am I explaining to you? Come to our park and we'll talk there. Or don't you need money?

Needed, of course. I'll be there in an hour. Borya,” Kazakov called out to the bartender, “how much is it from me?”

At the expense of the establishment, Andrey. Give it back when you can.

Bor, well, damn it, really thank you. As soon as I get the money, I’ll give it back honestly. And they will.

I heard. Good luck.

Yeah thanks.

Arkasha Sizentsev's appearance was the most slick, like a trash cat. And the content matched the appearance: he would never miss the benefits. However, to throw your own - this never happened. It was Arkasha who periodically gave Kazakov opportunities to earn money. Not without benefit for oneself, one must assume.

Oh, hello, YouTube star, he’s finally come. How long have you not seen each other?

And you won't get sick. By your grace, I almost became a chanson star.

Well, bro, you screwed it up. It’s his own fault... Okay, they forgot,” Arkasha noticed that Andrei was not inclined to discuss the motives for his action. - As they say: whatever is done, everything is for the better. The recording of your fight was seen by very interesting and important people. And they wanted to take it with them on an exciting journey. Evaluate the breadth of the action.

I’ve already assessed it - it’s a euro piece. Tell me the details, otherwise everything looks like a scam.

You offend me, Andryukh. OK. They themselves don’t know where to go.

That is?

Well, look, the topic is this: there is an extreme tour, something between sports tourism and a role-playing game. The tour, by the way, is called the Big Game. Only three people can enter it. Your trio is delivered to the territory of this very Game. And there are already others there, well, too... role players. And among them, the three of you must hold out for eight days. All.

Survive eight days among role players?

There are also some adventures and tasks. One thing I know for sure is that it won’t be boring. Well, do you agree?

This is all strange... Okay, I agree, of course. A euro piece wouldn't hurt me. At the same time, I’ll have a blast.

Otherwise,” Arkasha grinned.

Let's call your clients.

And they should arrive in about twenty minutes. “I knew that you would agree,” his friend’s nasty smile became even wider.

You're a bug, Arkashka. So it’s a tough hunt to go.

Nothing! I gave him such a job, but he was unhappy. If you don't want it, I'll give it to someone else.

But now you’re definitely going to get screwed, Arkady.

Come on, break your fingers on my jaw.

That’s the only reason you’re still alive,” Kazakov noted, “I don’t want to break my legs on your kidneys.” When do you say the employers will arrive?

In about fifteen minutes. They will call back.

Arkasha’s mobile phone rang ten minutes later. Friends were told to approach the exit of the park.

The customers - a guy and a girl - were standing in the parking lot next to a shiny Land Cruiser. When Arkasha waved his hand, future employers slowly moved towards him.

A smiling girl walked with him on his arm. Ygritte is straight out of “Game of Thrones” - red-haired, slender, but with noticeable curves. She, too, was dressed to the nines, but she carried herself so spontaneously and easily that she looked a little out of place next to her faithful companion.

“Vlad,” the major introduced himself and extended his hand.

At this time, a smart phone clicked in his trousers, he deftly pulled it out with his left hand and quickly ran his fingers across the screen.

“Left-handed,” thought Andrey. - Well, I'm lucky again. They say that left-handers are extraordinary people. I wonder where his uniqueness will take me?”

“Lisa,” the redhead introduced herself with a smile and made a playful curtsy.

Very nice.

Well, now that everything is assembled, let's start negotiations. Or maybe we should go to a cafe? - suggested Arkasha.

This is the case,” Vlad began, ignoring Arkasha; he took off his glasses, his eyes were dark brown, unpleasant. - An extreme tour for eight days, through unfamiliar terrain, with possible risk. I pay a thousand euros, another three hundred for equipment. Out in three days.

Where should we go anyway? - Andrei asked again.

Unknown, but close. They promised to deliver it within the day.

“I agree,” Andrei nodded.

Gut, here are the promised three hundred euros,” Vlad opened his leather wallet and counted out the required amount. - And this is my business card, here is the phone number. There is also Skype and soap.

Andrey took the laminated rectangle:

“Vlad Tarmakhin. Information Technology".

What kind of profession do you have that is so profitable? - Kazakov asked with a slight grin.

Information technologist,” Tarmakhin threw out and unexpectedly finished in a friendly way: “I hope we’ll have a good time.”

We saw how you made those Caucasians,” Lisa waved her fists funny.

Yeah, I liked it too,” Andrei noted, and as luck would have it, his injured leg reminded of itself again. - Vlad, I still want to know more: what equipment to take, what to prepare for?

Take a regular camping kit. We won’t climb the mountains, and we won’t go diving either.

As you say. So, we'll meet in three days. Where?

At your house, I know the address.

Well, this is generally wonderful,” Kazakov grinned and looked askance at Arkasha. He shook his head in surprise. “Information technologists make a lot of money,” Andrey concluded, looking after the retreating SUV.