Police Sergeant Nesteruk kicked open the broken plywood door and turned on his flashlight. His gaze was met with a typical scene of an abandoned barracks - broken glass, trash on the floor, graffiti on the walls. And only one detail stood out from the general picture - an excellent new metal door leading to the basement. The Sergeant had recently finished repairs in his apartment and could estimate the cost of this door by eye.
The Sergeant beckoned to Private Ignatyev, who was waiting outside, and quietly approached the door and took out the master key. Trying to make as little noise as possible, he picked the lock and turned the handle. The policemen immediately heard the distant hum of many voices trying to maintain a certain melody. The sound was low, dull and gloomy. Every few seconds it would break off and someone's sharp voice would shout out a phrase, after which the singing would resume.
Nesteruk looked back, took out his pistol and carefully moved down the stairs. Ignatyev took out his weapon and followed him.
Having gone down one flight, Nesteruk noticed that the flashlight was no longer needed - there was enough light pouring from the lower room. The Sergeant turned off the flashlight and, having gone down lower, cautiously peered out from around the corner.
Candles, of course. A multitude of candles illuminated the low room, in which there were about twenty sectarians in robes, sitting on the floor, with their backs to Nesteruk. On the wall a portrait of Baphomet hangs, which the Sergeant was familiar with from his own counterculture youth. The poster was printed at the nearest printing house - its workers helped find the sectarians. Under the portrait, the leader stands with a book in his hands, half-turned to the entrance. The guys didn't forget the pentagram on the floor either. The whole classic set - not excluding the sacrificial girl, a curvy blonde with a gag, tied near the pentagram.
Nesteruk assessed the situation: of all the sectarians, apparently, only the leader was armed - with a sacrificial knife. The Sergeant suddenly ran into the room and barked:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVmDI9DYkCr
"Don't move! Everyone on the floor!"
Two minutes of chaos, screams and attempts to run away, cut off by shouts and aiming guns - and relative order was restored in the abode of vice. The sons of Lucifer lay with their muzzles to the floor, hands behind their heads. Nesteruk confiscated the knife from the leader.
"Call for reinforcements," Nesteruk said abruptly, untying the blonde and not forgetting to keep one eye on the defeated opponents.
And for good reason. The leader, who was looking sideways at Ignatyev's back as he dialed the department number, suddenly jumped up, took a second knife out of his boot, and rushed at the Private. Nesteruk raised his pistol and hit the sectarian right in the forehead.
Ignatyev turned around abruptly. The leader dropped the knife, spread his arms and fell face down into the pentagram. A puddle of blood slowly spilled onto the floor.
"Whoever comes to us with a ritual, will be sacrificed for a ritual", Ignatyev chuckled a little nervously.
The Sergeant untied the blonde and walked along the rows of sectarians lying on the floor, barking:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡphHPXn24ZV
"Nobody move! The first one..."
His voice was interrupted by a quiet squeal from the blonde. The policemen turned around - the girl was cowering in horror on the floor, looking at the pentagram, from which clouds of black and red smoke were rising. The cultists began to scream in disarray. Nesteruk grabbed the blonde's hand and, lifting her to her feet, pushed her lightly toward the stairs. Ignatyev was already aiming his gun at the pentagram.
The smoke clouds trembled and formed into the figure of a huge man with a tail and horns, soaring above the pentagram right above the stiff lying in it.
"What the..." Nesteruk began.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFYbS9GFcPo
"You dared to summon me, mortal," the voice of the demonic man thundered throughout the basement.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrZECEvlTr8
"Hey, can you hear me?" the captain's voice on the phone cut through the stunned silence in the room. "What's going on there?"8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzwXHzLqJD7
"You may make one wish, mortal," the demon thundered, looking at Nesteruk with burning eyes. "Choose wisely."
The Sergeant closed his eyes silently.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLm7bSCSU3Q
