Metamorpfoses

By Sergiy Zhuravlov

The Intel Reuther tool is replicated and falls into several hands: Felix. Russian generals, with ambitions to create an empire under their control. A miserable dwarf billionaire who wants to reduce the population of the planet tenfold. A Swede, in charge of the security of the International Tribunal, who wants to turn from a pawn into a “Queen”.
Russian generals and the Swede conspire to test the equipment on human “guinea pigs”. By altering their consciousness, they create creepy situations with prisoners in prison and comic ones in an elite club.
The dwarf, in his medical laboratories, cultivates a deadly virus for humans and an antidote to it, a vaccine. He is preparing a world pandemic and is just waiting for the chance to implement the plan. But suddenly, he, who has dreamed all his life of changing his body, gets the opportunity to do so thanks to the “Intelrevritre” machine he bought from the Swede. The dwarf transcribes his consciousness into a new body...
Felix and his team, guided by peaceful goals, once again present a target for the treacherous Russian generals and other owners of the “Intelrevreiter”. They are once again subjected to violence and forced to confront evil, saving their lives and the lives of humanity.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sergiy Zhuravlov
• Release date: Jul 25, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005901615

Sergiy Zhuravlov

Sergiy ZhuravlovSergiy Zhuravlov was born on 29. 10. 1958 in Lugansk, Ukraine.Lulled by Soviet propaganda - a volunteer in the liberation of Afghans from insidious imperialism...Elimination of the Chernobyl accident - commander of a special company.Gorbachev Perestroika. In 1987 I sent the Soviet and Comunyak people to a well-known address... I was one of the first to start my own business.Some of the things described in my books are based on real events from my life and the lives of my friends and acquaintances.I devote all my free time away from work and leisure to socializing, reading, and creating.I love playing hockey. I love fishing. I like windsurfing, yachting and diving. I like hunting. I like to participate in drag racing. I love my kids, I have three of them. I love my grandchildren, as of today I have eight of them. I love the Earth and the earthlings. I hate dictatorship and dictators. fascism, racism, and putin's russism.In the first weeks of Russia's attack on Ukraine, as a senior reserve officer, I organized and participated in the territorial defense near Bila Tserkva, near Kiev.My motto: Propaganda in any form should be banned, and the main thing is Peace without Borders!

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Prologue

Hope always rests on a dream

Don't trust anyone and yourself asleep

If you can't forgive, kill. If you can't kill, forgive!

To give nothing, promise a whole

Behind your faith there is always someone else's deception

Death was fed up with the prelude called Life

I'll just put a bullet in the chamber and forgive everyone who had done me wrong

It happens, there's a good bite even on a place with no bait

Train your brain – never turn off your memory

Thinking of profit ignores the promptings of conscience

I want to live

He who has not made a mistake will not understand the Lord

You never know what will happen tomorrow, but today is worth living

Repenting of wrongdoing does not mean repenting to the Lord

Don't rush to die in your own cradle

Fallen man's winged dream opens the door to the abyss

An unhappy man waits for a virtue, and a happy man becomes a virtue

If you have stretched your legs, you have not been served in time

It is not he who kills who has thought of it, but he who has done it

A woman, like a book, attracts by its cover, absorbs by its contents, and is memorable in its denouement

An original work cannot have copies

Wild honey on your lips

Epilogue

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Shortly about the author

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BOOK SERIES

THE GOLDEN BILLION

BOOK 4

METAMORPHOSES

Summary of the first book

LOVE CHAMBER

Felix Sergeyevich Sayenko, a successful businessman, is accused of drug trafficking and taken into custody. His cellmates intimidate him and force him to give up his business in exchange for his freedom. Following his wife's advice, he hides under the guise of a homeless man at a garbage processing plant belonging to her. Here he is faced with a stern ordeal. Attending his own funeral, he realizes that everything that has happened to him was only a good staging aimed at his physical elimination and appropriation of property. However, he escapes the fate of being eaten by rats. He survives.

Here also intertwines the fates of people who have become unwitting participants in these events: a call-girl Lisa, orphanage boy Jury, a talented journalist Anna, her husband, cynical scoundrel Gregory, and a desperate commando Gleb.

Gleb, Anna, Yura and Lisa become involuntary witnesses to criminal actions aimed at the destruction of Felix.

All together they flee from the junkyard.

Summary of the second book

LOVE USED

Having broken free, Felix manages to get moral and material help from his friend. The fugitives divide into three groups and go their separate ways. Sometimes dangerous and sometimes amusing stories happen to them. Felix and Gleb hide out on the islands of Indonesia. Buying weapons for self-defense, they fall into the hands of modern-day pirates. They manage to free themselves only because of Gleb's experience. But even in the Javanese jungle, the Mistress's men try to get them. The protagonists have to wage local wars using all modern means of weaponry. Here, finally, the reader will discover the name of the gray cardinal, a clever, cynical and cruel man. It turns out that the soulless Mistress is only a puppet in his hands. Losing Felix, she herself becomes a victim of manipulator and forced to go on the run.

Book Three Summary

WANDERING LOVE

The mistress, aka Natalya, saves the children, whom she herself ordered to be dismantled for organs. A profound change occurs in her brain, and she herself turns into an outcast. While saving the children, the woman faces great difficulties. She finds herself in an underground brothel and then surprisingly escapes from it. She meets a simple Russian man, with whom it is impossible not to fall in love. He heroically sacrifices himself to save Natasha and the children, when they are overtaken by Special Forces sent by the gray cardinal.

Yuri, Lisa and their little daughter find peace in a hospitable forester's cottage and live in harmony with nature. Natalya comes here with the rescued children. She sincerely repents to her sister and Yura.

Felix tries to legalize himself. He asks his friend at the International Criminal Tribunal in The Hague for help. He again encounters many surprises.

The secret of the laboratory where the influential Russian conducts experiments on human consciousness transformation is revealed. The results of researches intelligence agencies of both Russia and other states have shown interest. Trying to exact retribution on Ilya, Gleb gets into the hands of an entirely new technology to control people's minds…

Prologue

The helicopter's blades paired with a turbine howling at high revs made a monotonous whistling sound.

So far everything goes according to plan, mentally summed up the head of the security service of the International Court of Justice in The Hague, intending today to personally lead the operation of capturing Ilya Karov – because for getting the technology developed by this Russian, he was promised such a big sum that no regalia would allow getting it even for several lives.

This Russian is both the inspirer of ideas and the owner of the clinic… Andersen reflected on the man who created the unique technology. "What a cunning guy! He registered the institution under the guise of a sanatorium for the rehabilitation of people with craniocerebral injuries, but in fact there were day and night experiments on living people…

Of course, it took years and years of work, centuries of medical experience, modern bio- and nanotechnologies… And how much labor and time was spent by neurosurgeons to develop the method of inputting and outputting information from the human brain! Mathematicians, programmers and electronic engineers had to work hard to create a device, which allows reading everything in the brain… My God! Is it really possible to convert received data into digital form and record it on any information carrier? And most importantly, by scanning the brain, it is possible not only to learn everything about the person, down to the smallest details. It turns out that now it is possible to fill the brain with any information… Speaking the language of computer scientists, these Russians created the interface that connected directly the living brain with a computer… And now this gizmo and its author are in my hands!"

Having his lungs full of air, Andersen slowly exhaled and, to cope with the excitement of the anticipation of a big win, turned on the satellite phone. Waiting for an answer from the other side, he reported:

The fish is caught in the net, but it has been stunned by our competitors.

What are the chances of it being delivered to me? the question sounded."

No… A doctor's examination will be required urgently. I'll keep you informed.

If the fish doesn't make it, you get nothing. Over and out, said the customer."

Andersen ordered his fighters to find out the location of the nearest medical facility. They asked the pilot in Russian, and he answered that there was a good hospital right here in Totma.

Then land closer, Andersen commanded."

Okay, I'll land right in the courtyard of the clinic, The pilot replied in very decent English."

Hope always rests on a dream

The Hague. Present tense.

In a large office behind a massive desk sat Michael Andersen, head of security for the International Court of Justice. Taking a pencil, he drew a line on a sheet that lay on top of others. A black slate mark crossed it exactly in half. The line left by the pencil divided not only the sheet, but also time into periods before today and what would be tomorrow. To the left of the line he put a plus, to the right a minus. Thinking, he rubbed his temples with the fingers of his free hand and wrote in the right column:

Who benefits from this? and set his pencil aside.

As he turned fifty, he realized that he could only indulge in speculation in two cases: when they paid for it or when it benefited you. All the rest was iniquity. He had done his job; now he could be rewarded and retire. The promised sum would make the rest of his life very comfortable. Andersen opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of Swedish Absolut from the freezer. In a matter of seconds the glass was covered with frost. Andersen poured the lingering vodka into a crystal glass, walked over to the window, leisurely took a couple of big sips and thought:

I may not be able to spend the reward, even if I do get it. Secrets are hard to discover, but it's even harder to keep the information secret. Once the prey has been given to the customer, the prey is no longer needed. The moor has done his job, the moor can leave.

Andersen did not want to be a moor, knowing how and where to go in such cases. Grinning at his thoughts, he returned to the table and, taking a pencil, wrote on the paper to his right, About the mystery of knowing… The slate broke from the pressure. He took a Swiss knife out of his pocket, carefully sharpened the point, moved the sheet and added: "Only I know about the secret, and that is a big plus. Satisfied with his conclusion, he finished his vodka and put the glass in the middle of the paper. Then, calling the secretary on the conference call, he asked:

Fred, has the Russian been delivered?

Yes, Mr. Andersen. They're bringing him up to you on the service elevator. Secrecy is assured, as you instructed.

Is he able to answer questions?

The operatives reported that he was behaving quite adequately… After a short pause Fred added: According to the situation in which he found himself.

He came to me at once, unaccompanied. Yes, and some strong tea and sandwiches. Without waiting for an answer Andersen pressed disconnect and took the glass in his hands.

Water dripped onto the paper, forming a wet stain that combined plus and minus.

Maybe that's fair, Michael thought, putting the vodka and the glass away.

Then, taking a napkin from the table, he blotted the running water first off the sheet and then off the table where the bottle stood. Throwing the wet napkin into the trash, he made himself comfortable in his chair and waited, realizing that the conversation was going to be long and complicated.

No sooner had Andersen deepened his thoughts, than a secretary with sandwiches and steaming kettle entered the office without knocking.

Chief, the Russian is here, only because of the wound is weak. The doctor did everything necessary and recommends not to disturb him today.

It's all right, he'll get over me, but leave the doctor in the waiting room just in case. Get the Russian in here. Don't let anyone in. For everyone else, I'm out.

After the secretary left, the boss suddenly felt his body covered with cold sweat. His hair was sticky, and his fingers were cold. At first, he thought it was the result of alcohol, but then he remembered that he had had the same reaction during combat operations, when it was unknown whether tomorrow would come, and if it did, in whom. Andersen thought that for his tomorrow he was ready to tear anyone's throat out, and the man he was waiting for would help him do it.

Before you play cards in pairs, find out who your partner is loyal to

There was a knock on the door. Andersen looked up and saw Fred enter, supported under his arm, a man dragging his leg slightly. The visitor's head was bandaged, and an unsympathetic, flat face bore an abrasion. The owner of the office had personally sought him out, risked his life, and spent nearly a million euros.

Michael lifted the dense body from the chair. Pretending great joy, went towards the Russian and held out his hand to greet him. But the joy faded as soon as their eyes met. Instead of the expected confusion and panic, he saw a haughty grin on the Russian's face.

You do not have to introduce yourself. I know who you are: a Swedish citizen, career intelligence officer, head of security at the International Court of Justice in The Hague, Michael Andersen.

The Russian, sluggishly shook the hovering hand of the owner of the office, pushed back his chair and, grimacing in pain, awkwardly sat down. Looking back at the Swede who continued to stand over him with his hand outstretched, he asked:

Am I under arrest? And if so, what for?

Mr. Ilya Ivanovich Karov, if I am not mistaken, you are a former employee of the Administration of the President of Russia? Ilya Karov stretched the rubber, annoyed that hardly alive Russian seized the initiative and couldn't get his hands quickly.

Exactly. But you did not answer my question. If I am arrested, I demand a call to the embassy. And do it as quickly as possible, if you don't want complications. My identity is known at the embassy.

Mr. Karov, of course, you are not in my possession by choice, but this is not an arrest. Of course, I can call the Russian embassy. However, I am not sure that it will make you happy. Do you remember what happened during the last hours?

I hope your memory hasn't faded since you were wounded? Andersen opened the safe, took out a black leather folder and put it in front of Ilya. Read it and make conclusions. Then it will be easier for you to take part in the conversation. And if you don't remember the latest events, let's watch a film about them together… Andersen called his secretary and asked him to bring a laptop computer with a big monitor.

The first file was a photo of Karov from his time in the presidential administration, apparently taken from the archives. Then there was his full biography and a few lines about his mother. The next page listed the names of his doctors, Then in the report about the clinic that performed illegal organ transplants, Karov saw his own surname underlined in bold. Then there were pictures of Zack Katsman, the Turkish Dr. Frankenstein, and copies of orders for their arrest… When Karov reached the last pages of the dossier, he saw that here we are talking about the clinic, which conducted experiments on the adjustment of consciousness. There were documents telling about the waste processing plant and the medical unit attached to it, where living human material was prepared for these experiments. And finally, he saw a contemporary photograph of himself with the address of a clinic near Totma.

While Karov was familiarizing himself with the file, Andersen watched his reaction with great interest, but to his great disappointment, he noticed nothing. Not a muscle flinched on the Russian's face.

What do you want from me? Ilya asked, closing the folder.

If I tell you, will you help me?

It all depends on what you offer in return.

And your salvation is not a worthy payment?

I did not ask anyone to save me. And if you don't answer my questions, take me back to my forest, and I will personally thank you.

Mr. Karov, let's watch the movie first, and then we'll talk, suggested the Swede, noticing that Fred had prepared everything for the viewing. And for God's sake, forgive my inattention. I forgot about the hospitality. Tea, sandwiches… Vodka, if you like…

Thank you, I'd like some food. And alcohol in my condition is a death sentence. I'm a doctor.

Andersen handed the flash drive to Fred, who started the video. The master of the office pressed a button on the remote, and the windows were covered with curtains. Turning down the lights, he asked Fred to leave the office.

The black-and-white HD picture showed the story of last night in great detail. Karov saw the silhouette of a civilian helicopter, men in black coveralls with machine guns, heard their voices… Then came a blurred picture. Apparently, the operator filmed on the move camera with infrared illumination. The next minute Ilya saw a pit, illuminated by a helicopter searchlight. One of the fighters descended from the helicopter to the ground on a rope, felt the man lying on the snow, and, having made sure he was alive, lifted him into the helicopter with his backpack.

Karov watched the video, reliving the situation. He felt that his throat was dry and his head was ready to burst, like a walnut being squeezed in a vice. As a doctor, Ilya knew that, with a concussion, it was risky to ask for some alcohol. The Swede stopped watching and complied with the request.

Receiving a glass and a bottle, the Russian with shaking hands filled the crystal to the brim, splashing the vodka. Swallowing noisily and dousing his chin, he drank the contents to the bottom. Andersen watched his every movement…

Grab some sandwiches and snacks. Considering how much you've drunk, I don't want you to get drunk quickly. We still have a long talk.

Thank you, Ilya replied, but refused to treat. Waited for the alcohol to quench his inner trembling. Let's continue.

Andersen turned on the machine. Karov saw his bloody face and heard one of the men informing someone that the lifted man was alive.

Admittedly, the film wasn't shot by Spielberg, and the cameraman wasn't tasked with winning an Oscar. It was just an ordinary report of an operation. The Swede turned on the light and noticed that the expression on his interlocutor's face had changed.

So, it was an operation? Save Private Ryan? Ilya grinned crookedly and added: You won't have any mineral water?

What kind do you want?

Non-carbonated.

Andersen took out a bottle of Pernier from the fridge, opened it and handed it to Ilya. While the Russian drank the water he splashed some vodka on the bottom as well.

I would not say that we were saving a private. More like a marshal. On the way back we saw a couple of helicopters on the radar. And it didn't look to me like they were yours. After pausing, Andersen added dryly: So you still want me to call the embassy?

Ilya looked at the owner of the office through the glass: the water had blurred the features of the interlocutor, making him look like a drowned man. And in fact I am drowning… And if I don't think of anything, I will neither be alive nor free, sadly noted Karov and turned to the master of the office:

I repeat. Why did you save me? Your office is not the Salvation Army, and you are clearly not Mother Teresa…

I won't lie to you. You're the bearer of a secret that the people who hired me have taken an interest in. Note that secrets are not state secrets… However, if any state were to possess them, they could safely rank themselves as a superpower.

In general, I do not envy either you or your employers, Ilya took a sandwich, greedily ate it, and then took the next one."