Chapter - 5
"I guess you got something mixed up? I am a doctor of biological Sciences, associate professor of the Department of Virology of the Southern Federal University and seconded to a rehabilitation center, but not for ..." - a small man in a purple shirt and gray trousers could not find words, fell silent.
He looked to be in his mid-thirties, his hair was combed in the middle, glasses with impressive frames and thick lenses were sliding down his nose.
"I don't care, man," the big man in the black mask lazily stretched out with a machine gun in his hands. - All questions to the authorities. And also, speak slower, why are you rattling like a market woman?" The bully laughed at his own joke.
"In that case, can I talk to your superiors?" - the scientist persisted.
"Semyon, can you talk to the weirdo?" - the bully turned to a man in a white medical coat, he was passing by.
"What is it?" - a doctor grew up in front of a scientist. The complexion is not inferior to the military, bull neck, stubble. - "I'm not in charge, but I'm not in the last roles in this hole either."
"I want to inform you that the situation in which I find myself looks unacceptable! – the scientist began to stutter with excitement." - You will surely be able to resolve the embarrassment. I was sent to a rehabilitation center for people with immunity to the strain of the NSM virus. I am sure that they will be able to use my developments for the best purposes and for the intended purpose.
The doctor listened attentively to the scientist, crossed his arms over his chest.
"What's your name?" - he asked.
"Roman Alexandrovich," the man introduced himself. Confused, he didn't switch to "you"." - You can just have a Novel, I won't mind, after all, we are the same age as I understand, and we haven't started working yet.
"I can assure you, Roman Alexandrovich, that no one needs it. The only thing we lack right now is people who are able to make vaccines in the field, so to speak. As I understand it, such hopes are pinned on you. And the rehabilitation center, so you're at the address," the doctor said.
Roman stood on tiptoe in indignation.
"Do you understand what you're talking about? The virus will devour the vaccine, it is only necessary to stop... Antibodies... are..." - the scientist fell silent, shook his head in confusion, could not find words.
The Doctor handed him a data sheet.
"Take a look at the scribbles, here is the composition of what is required of you."
The scientist frowned, adjusted his glasses that had slipped down the bridge of his nose and stared at the papers. To hear such words from a medic was unexpected and strange. Did the doctor really not understand what could happen if the government abandoned the idea of developing a vaccine against the strain of the NSM virus?
"How can such behavior be described?", Roman thought feverishly. - "Incompetence in the question? Unprofessionalism? Or is he talking such nonsense just because he has no authority?"
The virus progressed in infected people and affected more and more healthy people. Yes, and the formula of the vaccine... Roman peered at the sheet and the scientist's eyebrows crept up.
"Injecting the virus itself to the sick?" "Is the formula of the strain itself here? Am I getting this right?"
"Not exactly, but I'm not suggesting it, it's an order from the ministry," the doctor agreed.
"Do you understand where everything can lead?" - Roman threw away the sheet with the formula, dusted off his hands, as if he touched something nasty to the touch.
"Do you think I don't understand where everything is going?" - the medic slapped Roman on the shoulder, grinned. "Relax, relax, damn it, otherwise you'll go crazy before your white bracelet turns red."
"The thing is that the virus does not stand still. It develops and progresses, it is a living organism! Roman threw up his hands. "- If we do not work on the vaccine, do not work on it, then all of us will have white bracelets replaced with red ones. You must understand that there is nowhere to take samples of antibodies? And you're going to inject people with the strain itself!
The doctor only winked at the scientist in response.
"It's all right, Roman Alexandrovich, it's all right. Now look around, you have time. If you have any questions, ask," the man pointed to an inconspicuous table in the corner of the laboratory. - "Your desk. Get used to it. We'll start working when you cool down a little and we'll talk to the point."
The medic turned around and left to his subordinates. Roman watched him go with a heavy gaze. The feeling of depression and confusion did not recede. Who are these people? What were they doing here? What did the activities of this institution have to do with the rehabilitation center? Did the Ministry really know about what was happening in Rostov? What signature was the order given for?
"Some nonsense!", - Roman interrupted the flow of questions.
The doctor did not even introduce himself, did not meet a new employee properly, behaved strangely. Really didn't understand what all this threatens? Wasn't he afraid that the bracelet on his arm would turn red? More questions.
"But what about the fact that I saw a sign at the entrance?"The disregard for the case was outraged.Roman took out his mobile phone, found the number of the head of the department. It was worth sorting out the misunderstanding.