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In the house at number thirteen, the visitors were greeted no more warmly than by the local residents. Although, as it turned out, all its "inhabitants" were from Akte, and they were not known for their friendliness. They were allowed inside, however, without any complications.
"Jamal al-Fasid informed us of your arrival," said one of them. "Let's get down to business."
Inside, there were at least six people: five armed, and one sitting at a computer (there were many of these here; these devices were prohibited in Burhan). The speaker was of short stature, a dark-haired man in his early thirties. At the end of the room was a heavy steel door, and on the other side, a staircase leading to the second floor.
Koryaga decided to carefully examine one of the rifles.
A reliable and inexpensive rifle to manufacture (similar to a Kalashnikov) – such rifles appeared in Burhan seven years ago, and almost everyone had one.