Well of the Seer

Author: Yuri Kozlov (Russia), translated by Huang Mei et al.
Translator: Huang Mei, Miao Shu
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Publish Date: 2003-07-01
Features: The Well of the Seer is a political fantasy novel. The story takes place after the dissolution of the Soviet Union. A woman who used for divination dies mysteriously, the money-making schemes of industrial conglomerates, the conspiracy of terrorists to seize Russia's highest power, the manipulation of the political situation by the security department, and the conflicts of interests behind "hotspot" regions are all comprehensively reflected in the novel, delving deeply into some hot issues of contemporary society. The plot is intricate, full of danger, and rich in mystery.
"If they don't leave there today, there won't be a single intact house left," the other said. "Something strange is happening there." After a moment of silence. "You're out of your mind, Major. Again with the houses and the deposits. Are you dense? I'm putting you on the flight list. But if you'd like, I can officially transfer you to a temporary advisory position. You'll still get your travel allowance for hotspots. But what's travel allowance to you anyway? It's just a beer. The entire leadership is flying there now, as if they've lost their minds. I'll call this medical plane, and they won't take off without me."
"Don't hurry. Let them take off on schedule. If I'm late, don't wait." In such a situation, absolute clarity is unnecessary. The Major knew very well that the fewer people who knew where he was and what he was doing, the better.
"I have one more option." "This area is completely sealed off. Even if you fly there in a 'MiG,' they'll shoot it down." His former comrade didn't believe him.
"Hey, Major, what's the name of your boss? Drovosos? Krovshchek? How much are they paying you? The chief accountant has put our retirement funds in his bank. Tell him, if he keeps this up, we'll make him wish he was dead. We're not afraid of anyone!"
"I still have an opening. Come on, you'll see how much money you can make when you get here." Puhov said.
"Get a bullet to my head instead of wasting my time on this trash!" his former comrade said passionately.
"Why are they going to Ottradne?" the Major asked quickly. "There's nothing there."
"What about the hospital?" the other countered. "The hospital just built a new maternity ward."
"Who?" Puhov asked the last, crucial question.
"You're a bit behind the times," the colonel, who held the rank of major general, said worriedly. "Can you give me your beeper number?" Puhov gave him the number. A moment later, a short word appeared on the beeper screen: "Noor." Noor Muhammad was in charge of reconnaissance and counterreconnaissance, leading the security department and the private guard of President Gulistan Kaspar Sakhdagano General. He was considered the most loyal and closest person to President Gulistan. If this operation was under his command, it meant that the attack on Ottradne was a personal military measure by President Gulistan Kaspar Sakhdagano General. This fundamentally changed the nature of the situation.
The Major suddenly realized that he had known about his mother's brutal death for over ten minutes, yet not a single tear had fallen from his eyes, nor had he formed a plan in his mind. Puhov had long learned to control and suppress the surging waves of pain. Too many times, pain had forced him to exert all his strength—or even more—to remain unharmed and alive. By experience, he knew that in such situations, the best approach was to let his thoughts run wild. The Major also knew that a hastily formed plan was usually wrong. The second and third plans were just as much. But the final plan, the one that was wrong, absurd, and impossible to execute, was the only correct, true, and possible plan. It had to be carried out precisely because it was known to be one hundred percent impossible. The Major still knew nothing about this plan.