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The electric car is more than just a car. It's the transport of the future, without the disadvantages of the past. It has its disadvantages, but on the whole, it is an excellent transport. And it was with the police that the electromobilisation of the country began. The fact that my batteries held their charge well even at minus eighty degrees was a nonsense for the whole region, not to mention their capacity.

The presentation of the electric cars went like clockwork. I arrived in a sports car, straight to the local police station. I was let in, after which I, and my three drivers, drove in.

The electric cars were painted in police colours, the only difference being that they didn't have licence plates. Not registered yet. Flashers, loudspeakers, navigators, night vision and video recorders, radios - everything a good police car should have.

We drove into the yard, and Bersi called the chief to come out and take the goods. The chief appeared quite quickly, not alone, but a dozen or two men in uniform, mostly wearing only shirts, so it was hard to make out the ranks. However, an elderly middle-aged man with a large paunch stepped forward and introduced himself:

- Colonel-General Lavochkin.

- My name is Hyarty," I got out of the car and looked at the sky. Not a single cloud, the sun was blazing - God willing. The General looked at the car:

- What the hell is this?

- The prosecutor ordered it for me. It's unseemly, in such a beautiful city, to have outdated domestic cars as patrolmen. Did he tell you the terms of the contract?

Lavochkin shook his head negatively:

- Enlighten me.

- The terms are simple. I lease or sell the vehicles. Selling doesn't fit into the budget yet, so renting. Maintenance is mine, charging stations are mine, and the cost of use is included in the lease, unlimited. Charge up and drive around as much as you like. The price is ten thousand a year for each car. According to my calculations, each of your cars costs you about a hundred thousand a year - petrol, maintenance, parking... The freed up money can and should be spent for the good of the cause. For example, to increase the number of patrols, because in the city there are much more criminals-gastroller and just village Vaneks, who got to the money. Vaughn, the head doctor of the city hospital complained that the number of intoxications has almost tripled in a year....

The colonel listened to this, then asked with interest:

- And why such a low cost?

- Electric cars are much simpler, more reliable and economical. The service life is at least thirty years, the number of moving parts is almost ten times less than in any other car. There's no transmission, no gearbox... electric motors simply don't need one.

- All right, show and tell," he called some captain over to him, and together we began to examine the car.

I was singing my heart out:

- The first car - light class - is a chaser, and also a car for urgent trips. It has only two seats, a range of one thousand one hundred kilometres on the highway, or eighteen hours of driving without recharging at sixty kilometres per hour. Accelerates to a hundred in four seconds, manoeuvrable, suspension is rigid, clearance is small, tyres are wide-profile, full drive. Charging of a battery takes two and a half hours, it will be enough for a day of intensive driving.

- What's the top speed?

- Slippery question, - I thought, - the speed is easy to measure in petrol cars, but here - the more you give gas, the more it accelerates. You can accelerate up to 500, but the car will lose controllability. That's why it's better to count acceleration. It will accelerate up to a hundred in four seconds, up to two hundred - in nine seconds, up to three hundred - somewhere in fifteen seconds. But at two hundred it's already badly controlled, and beyond that I wouldn't recommend accelerating unless there is a straight and empty road ahead.

The warden nodded importantly:

- I wonder if I can?

He went to the door and after my nod he climbed in, into the driver's seat. Then he complained:

- "It's so cramped!

- This is a high-speed car, every movement in the cabin will make you squirm. So the tighter the driver sits, the more comfortable the ride.

- What's the suspension?

- Multi-lever, classic sports car suspension. It's stiff, you can't drive it on old roads. That's why, by the way, they're removing speed bumps now - it's more profitable to punish a particular person than to inconvenience everyone.

The general could hardly fit - his belly was resting on the steering wheel, however, he liked it. The interior design was original - a key in the form of a cube, which must be inserted into a slot on the front panel to start the engine, a sports steering wheel with keys, arrow instruments... the torpedo was a complex magnesium casting, in which all the instruments were inserted - arrow and digital. The on-board computer was on the driver's right - it showed a map of the city and our location. Just below it hung the radio tangent. The general opened the door - it opened upwards, not in the direction of movement, as on ordinary cars.

They got out. With a whoosh, the general said:

- Good car. What's next?

- Next comes the middle class, - I walked up to the sedan, - the most popular car. Shall we sit down?

He nodded and climbed into the driver's seat. It was much more comfortable. The same design, but there was more space, the steering wheel was not so sporty, and the seats too. I sat next to him.

- This is a standard car. A full-size saloon, like a Bentley. Plenty of room, over a day and a half of autonomy. Accelerates to 60 in ten seconds. The seats are adjustable, the steering wheel is adjustable, there's in-built air-conditioning in the seat - that would make it comfortable to sit for a long time. I think Bentley needs no introduction, though it has features of other brands and original ones.

The General reluctantly got out of the car:

- This one's not bad either. The third what?

- The third one's an all-terrain vehicle. Shall we inspect it?

- Sure.

But the general didn't even bother to get in. He looked, touched, nodded his thoughts:

- How many cars can you provide?

- As many as we need. But we haven't examined one more type of transport, - I pointed behind the big car. The general walked round it with interest and stared at....

A small electric scooter-tricycle. The scooter was not so small, but it seemed tiny against the big car. The design was beautiful - Bersi had done a great job on this one.

- It is a tricycle, designed for patrolling pedestrian zones and recreation areas, where you can't pass by car, and it is inhumane to drive two people on your own. Southwest Park will soon open under my protectorate. You must have heard?

- Yeah, I promised my granddaughter I'd take her there.

- Then I owe you tickets," I smiled, "tickets to the castle, of course. There will be a cinema, shops for children's goods and a hotel, also designed for children. But I'll talk about the park - it's a forest park area, where the plan is to have fifty kilometres of roads, four squares, cafes, amusement rides, and four large playgrounds. In short, it's about the same as Gorky Park in Moscow. Or VDNKh, only with a fairy-tale-romantic and cartoon flavour, like in Disneyland. The patrols there will be neither good nor bad, and I also wanted to talk to you about it....

- About what?

- The uniforms and the vehicles. When they create a park, the designers try to keep it free of alien elements. The benches, the tiles on the paths or the lanterns are all done in a fairy-tale style. At the same time, it's a great place for all kinds of street thieves - people are relaxed, often leave their bags near them... so the park will need to be heavily patrolled. The area itself is fenced, entrance and exit through metal detectors, five thousand cameras and passport control is good, but not enough to ensure security.

- And why passport control? - asked the general, "Are we going to catch children?

- I know our children. They will paint dirty pictures on all the playgrounds, they will litter the whole park with beer bottles and chip packs... so I will set the rules inside and they will be strict - if someone has violated the rules, we will look for his passage at the passport control, or even better - through facial recognition, and already at the exit he will be hinted that it is better to find another place for his hooligan impulses. The next time he does it again, the entrance will be closed for him forever. It's company policy, sorry.

- I like it," the general shrugged, "and the kids should like it. So what about the patrolmen?

- It's about the uniforms. The design of the park is pretty clear - fairy-tale medieval. So I'd like the police patrols to be dressed appropriately for the place of duty. I was offered several options - from the ring and helmet of medieval Russian guards to Russian folk clothes. There were even red Streltsy costumes in the competition, but I decided it was better to leave the choice to you.

The general thought about it.

- Yes, you've got a problem, Hjarti. You know, it's not proper, non-regular uniforms....

- What if we make it an innovation? Some places in the world have plainclothes patrols, so as not to scare potential criminals...

- We'll end up with a reprimand from our superiors...

- Don't worry, your superiors will approve. And if your superiors don't approve, I'll complain to my superiors and they won't approve your superiors. After all, I am an assistant to the president, not a dick, - I shrugged my shoulders.

It was decided to probe this issue with the local governor. The general promised.

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I really need agricultural products. But there was a hitch - I'd have to talk to the government. I need to feed my little terrorists so their Liberation Army can grow big and strong. They need more meat, and for some reason, pork is not good for them. And Hindus don't like beef, but still...

So I started working in this area, voicing the problem to the Director:

- We are getting both workers and people on maintenance, demands for Gum Aid. We need food, and we can only get it by developing agriculture. Conduct a quick analysis of the current economic situation in the agricultural sector of Russia, if necessary - negotiate with ambitious but not stupid people who can develop a large agro-industrial enterprise on your advice. We will need cereals, vegetables, meat and milk. Plus we'll need to store and process them as efficiently as possible, using both local resources and high-capacity stasis chambers. Light industry - there's less of a limit on galactic technology here, so you could set up a facility like Xandar's somewhere... or buy a turnkey facility on Xandar and install all the equipment here. Your thoughts?

It's good to communicate mentally. It seems like such a long order, but I formulated it in a second. The seeker responded five seconds later, just as quickly, but its answer was longer. To summarise - ready to do everything, just need mani-mani. Plus he strongly recommended using our machine-building capacities to create a highly automated complex for mushroom production. This, according to the seeker, at the current prices for mushrooms - the way to feed the suffering. I gave the go-ahead - the director will do it all himself. He will analyse, talk to people, find funds and calculate the risks.

- There's another problem. What markets are we going to capture? And do we need it?

- We will create a separate brand in the food industry, incorporate it into a group of companies, and use the agricultural products we receive for sales and humanitarian aid. By humanitarian aid, I mean assistance to all those in need. Perishable products will be sold for fair competition reasons, at an adequate price in the shops of Yeoburg and the region. And also most of the products will go to improve the supply of the army.

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Lazarev's visit coincided with Knowledge Day. The President flew in at eight o'clock in the morning and immediately left to speak to the students of one of the schools - since he had the opportunity.

It was necessary to see what changes Lazarev brought to the city! The police went crazy, they wrote ten times more parking tickets than usual. Otherwise, I don't even know what to call the state of the city. Is it jittery? Even the residents could see it. Prominent Moscow journalists flew in together with the president. They were brought from the airport by electric buses. And here, for the first time in their lives, the capital's guests' templates broke like a porcelain vase that had been run over by a tank - into dust. Ekaterinburg's airport terminal was much smaller than any Moscow one, but it was much richer. A separate section for business planes - there were rows of planes made in Abstergo - mostly so-called business jets flown by regional officials, two dozen brand new helicopters. The airport welcomed the number one flight with large chain shops. However, what happened next was quite unimaginable - an electric bus ran from the bus to the city. Journalists started clicking their cameras, climbing inside. They travelled into town from the southeast, not yet used to the bus. The first thing that caught their eye was that they travelled under the tracks of the monorail. The second phase, the ring road, had been erected in record time.

Lazarev was staring out the window. Having passed a part of agglomeration he got to the city itself, here it was time for them to drop their jaws on the floor. Neat houses, in which Khrushchev five-storey buildings were hardly recognisable, carved tiles on the roads, the road itself was so smooth that one could think that an electric bus was gliding over the road - softly and noiselessly, without the slightest shaking. Lazarev turned to me:

- Hyarty, what is it with the roads? Have they repaired them?

- Yes, even last year I was offered to lay reinforced concrete roads. After the modernisation of the reinforced concrete plant, it was possible to produce concrete patented by Abstergo. Wear-resistant. So we started at the beginning of March, first we changed the roadbed in the city centre, and then we laid a reinforced concrete road to the airport. Theoretically, there will be a monorail and a metro, but so far we are only building the second branch of the monorail, and we can't get to the metro. It is long, costly, and the view from the window is not as good as from the monorail....

- We have turned round, - the president shook his head, - and why is the metro not needed?

- There are not enough people. The main problem now is traffic jams. Roads have to be widened, but the metro is a project postponed until better times. Last year there were 1.5 million inhabitants in the city, now there are two million. Taking into account the unregistered - three, against two last year. If the pace continues, in five years the population density here will be higher than in Moscow. That's why we're still taking the metro into account.

Journalists were snapping at us. The president turned to the mayor and spoke to him, then ordered the bus to change its route. The bus stopped, after which the president decided to walk. He was followed by Zotov - he had travelled to the enterprises of the military-industrial complex, security guards, as well as a dozen journalists with cameramen, the mayor and the governor. Lazarev advised them not to film, as the walk would not be short. We walked along one of the secondary streets. The President personally inspected lampposts, houses, looked at the quality of repairs. The repairs had been done recently, but had already had time to rub off. The mayor explained that it was the result of the city development plan, not hastily patched up for his arrival, so everything was done for centuries.

Lazarev appreciated it. The cameramen were filming - the cops were standing in an alleyway, near a beautiful sports car, standing, smoking, not noticing our approach at once. That's why they were caught red-handed.

We walked down Spanish Workers' Street. The street was beautiful, it must be admitted - after the improvement it was absolutely gorgeous. The gold of autumn especially emphasised the architecture and charms of the city. I must admit that the inhabitants themselves had tried their best - there were less and less grannies with handbags and more and more beautifully dressed people. It was not a good idea to go out in jeans and louboutins into such a realm of classical architecture, and people imitated more successful people. A lot of people imitated me, and I, in turn, wore classic clothes. Lazarev walked almost the entire street. Two more police cars - now sedans - drove down the street. They were just patrolling the streets.

Lazarev noticed that:

- I don't recognise the cars. Where'd you get that kind of money? - he looked at the mayor. But the mayor looked at me:

- These are Abstergo Transport cars. We rent them. Plus, like all the buses, and many of the city's trucks, they're electric vehicles. They're much more fuel efficient than petrol cars, and they're quiet and emit no exhaust fumes.

- And how did you solve the battery issue? - asked the president.

- This is my patented technology. The batteries do not discharge in the cold and have dozens of times greater capacity. You can drive this electric car all the way to Moscow, by the way," I said.

The President raised an eyebrow in surprise:

- Why wasn't it offered for Moscow?

- Moscow is already an 'exceptional' city," I grumbled, "I'm fed up. That's why all these technologies are only for Ekaterinburg....

The President nodded, immediately frowning. Yes, and the oil tycoons will fight me... he thought about it, immediately saying:

- You're in a dangerous business.

- I've seen worse.