Igor woke up from the cold.
The body was pounding, whiskey throbbed with pain.
With a disgruntled groan, he sat on the bed, rubbing his forehead.
"Lisa, did you open the window?"
Igor asked.
My wife did not answer.
Igor got out of bed and headed towards the window, rocking and stretching his hand into
the darkness.
Finally he grabbed the blind and pulled it to the side.
The night was dark.
A small dirty courtyard was lit by a single lantern.
The light was enough only to see the walls of neighboring high-rise buildings and the
dented windows of the five-story twin building opposite.
The lamp of the lantern made a nasty buzz.
The windows were closed, but Igor immediately discovered the cause of the cold - the heating
was switched off.
Cursing to himself, Igor reached for the mobile phone, wanting to turn on the flashlight.
The telephone clock, despite the night's darkness, showed half past nine in the morning.
"Fine ..." he muttered.
- And the phone fails.
Turning around, he found that the bed was empty.
Deciding that his wife went to the toilet, Igor again called her, but received no reply.
- Lisa, e-my!
- He raised his voice - are you sleeping there, or what?
She did not answer, and Igor began to worry.
He quickly crossed the room, and went out into the corridor, clicking the wall switch
with the usual movement; The light did not turn on.
Illuminated by a telephone flashlight, Igor opened the bathroom door, looked into the
toilet, the kitchen - empty.
He was seized by anxiety.
Did Lisa go somewhere?
Her clothes remained untouched, the mobile phone still lay on the nightstand - discharged.
She does not have relatives in this city ... after all, she could not leave without warning.
He ran out into the corridor, flung open the front door and looked out.
No one.
In the windows facing the stairwell, there was not a single light source - electricity
was cut off in the whole area.
Illuminating the phone, Igor returned to the house.
Anxiety washed away the rest of sleepiness, my heart was pounding.
Measuring steps in the kitchen, he dialed "112".
The phone answered with a long silence, and only a few minutes later he heard a hiss and
a fragmentary "... is."
He called back.
"The number dialed by you is not used," the answering machine said.
- Yes, what the hell!
Exclaimed Igor.
He understood nothing.
In a hurry, putting on his jeans and jacket on his naked body, Igor again went out into
the corridor and pressed the button of the neighbor's entrance bell.
He pressed several times, then remembered that there was no light in the house, and,
swearing, started knocking on the door - but he was not opened.
The same thing happened to the neighbors opposite.
Igor went down to the first floor, knocking at every door, after the third door - with
all his might, with his feet, and received no answer.
He went down to the entrance, opened the street door, and, coming out, froze.
He only realized how quiet he was around now.
The silence was broken only by the wind, rocking the trees, and the creak of rusted children's
swings.
Looking around, he realized that the yard had died out.
Black windows of houses, no noise of cars, even the ubiquitous yard dogs disappeared
somewhere.
The high-rise buildings in the distance were also immersed in darkness.
The only source of light is a lamp on a lamp post.
Why does it still work if electricity is turned off?
Igor felt lost.
Has there really been a catastrophe?
Was there an evacuation?
But if so, why did they forget it, why did not they wake him up?
He was breathing heavily.
Swallowing a lump in his throat, Igor took a deep breath and shouted: "Hey!
Is there anyone? "- and then, again:" Hey!
".
The echo repeated his words, which were suddenly loud in the silence.
He was completely alone.
Igor was seized with fear.
The silence of the black courtyard merged together, the creak of a swing in the wind
and the piercing cold.
He slammed the door of the porch and returned to the apartment.
He changed into a warm one, took out a bottle of cognac from the refrigerator, took a big
sip right from the neck, coughed.
The phone in his hand suddenly gave a sharp squeak - Igor jerked, almost dropping it,
and then came to his senses - it was not a call, the phone was running out of battery.
The phone kept showing 10:32.
Igor sent light to the wall clock in kitchen - the same.
The clock lied - it was night in the street.
The phone rang again warningly, and Igor suddenly realized that as soon as the charge was over,
he would remain in total darkness, not counting the street lamp.
He returned to the room.
From the box with tools Igor took out a flashlight, several batteries, and immediately felt calmer.
Before the phone was completely exhausted, he tried
to dial several numbers, but only heard hiss.
He drank the whole bottle and sat for a long time staring into space.
Then Igor took out a heavy hammer and walked around the floors, knocking down the locks
and knocking out all the doors that could.
Other people's apartments were empty.
In some of them, food was lying on the plates, as if the masters were about to return and
sit down to have breakfast.
There were no people.
He got another flashlight in the apartment of his neighbors, this time a headband, on
a tape, and collected all the batteries he could find in the house.
In the windows to which the light of the street lamp could not reach, there was only darkness
and silence.
Fatigue and stress exhausted Igor.
He returned to his apartment, lay down on the sofa without undressing, and fell into
a heavy, restless sleep.
When he woke up, the sun did not appear.
The night continued, while Igor wandered through the empty building, continued, when he went
to bed, continued with each awakening.
The night, devoid of the moon and stars, did not end, and Igor lost track of time.
* * *
Two hundred and seventy hours passed.
Igor collected all the valuable from neighboring apartments - tools, matches and candles, canned
food, bottled water.
It turned out that he had lost electricity, running water and gas supply, but almost did
not notice it.
Dismissed, he acted like a car, searching the apartment for an apartment.
To avoid smell, he packed the waste into a bag and threw them away into the window, into
the darkness.
There were still no people or animals.
Igor was tormented by nightmares.
He dreamed of Lisa.
In the darkness, she ran around in the playground, clattered at the entrance door for hours,
peered through the windows.
She spoke incoherent phrases that Igor could not remember, smiled with a strange smile
that he could not understand.
He woke up with a headache, broken.
He looked out from the balconies, lighting the highway - dead cars, deprived of drivers,
frozen in motion.
None of the lights burned.
The batteries ran out - he could not bring himself to put out the flashlight, and did
not think about saving.
The new ones could not be found.
This meant that sooner or later he would have to go out and get batteries and water - this
thought inspired unaccountable panic to Igor.
He began to be frightened by the windows of the house opposite.
They seemed to become blacker, it was unpleasant to look at them.
The hammer that Igor knocked out doors, he now always carried with him - the realization
that he was armed, a little calming.
Igor himself did not know what he was afraid of, but he tried not to look through the windows.
He propped the door to the street with a heavy chair.
To keep warm, he burned the fires of furniture.
He began to talk to himself.
First - to at least fill something with silence, then - out of habit.
He could not find a single reason for what had happened.
Some time later Igor no longer doubted that he was left alone in the whole city.
"I went crazy," he said one day.
This thought suddenly brought Igor a strange calm and even joy.
Well, of course, that's the real reason!
He's just screwed up, and has visions.
Surely, in fact, he goes under himself and drools in a hospital, and Lisa cries while
sitting on a chair in a corner.
He suddenly became funny.
He laughed, then laughed to his voice, and could not stop until he began to choke on
a cough.
There are six batteries left.
It was necessary to go out.
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