Ruslan Tushentsov // CMH

The year is 2035. A virus is circulating on the streets, first turning people into unconscious bodies looking for someone to infect, and then simply into corpses.

Ruslan was a military man, so a group of 40-50 people formed around him. He did as he had been trained in the army. Tushentsov declared himself commander, assembled a detachment of two women and five men for raids, assigned people to positions, and so on.

And one of the days, when there was another raid, one of the guys found a closed car, and in it a girl who did not look like a pregnant woman at all.

The girl was taken away, all her belongings were looked through and they found out that she was a virologist, and the commander immediately realized that they needed her safe and sound.

As soon as the stranger woke up, Tushentsov, sprawled out in front of her on a chair, asked , “Who the hell are you? And why were you in the car?”