Story of the cabin Huntsman
A multipurpose vehicle is a lone wolf's friend. And somewhere in the Valley, a brilliant old engineer lives in the middle of a minefield. He created the “Huntsman” — the perfect cabin for a multipurpose car — but he wouldn't entrust the blueprint to just anyone.
Deafening beats of pulse in the temples.
A minefield, they said, just beyond the stream! There are still about forty meters to the stream, and the wheel of my car is already on a box of death, ready to explode.
— Another skull for the collection? — an old man's mocking voice came from above, somewhere from the embankment. To look out, I had to carefully move to the passenger seat.
A lean old man admired my position from a safe distance. He was sitting on the hood of his car and holding something in his hands.
—Come for the blueprint too? — He asked caustically.
— Who told you?
— Chatterbox! I told her not to gab! “I won't tell anyone, Dado!”
— She didn't mean it. She gave the info in exchange for help.
— Oh, you!.. — The old man grunted and gently lowered a tiny mechanical dog to the ground. The simplest design — a box with wheels and something like a head on a flexible neck, but it looked funny.
— A lot of you here lately! Before you, there was another one recently, Nick Froost or Mick Frost... Where'd he come from?!
— No idea.
— Fine, — the old man drawled. — Rubik, shut down the tweeters!
The dog bot, obeying the host's command, quickly rolled down. Despite its appearance, his manoeuvrability was totally fine. The old man noticed that I was looking at his bot.
— Like the dog? Rubik. Aleph made it for me. A smart guy, not like you!... Got any cash with you?
— And tea?
— Yes, as Vicki said — black, in discs!
— Alright, — the old man murmured, getting kinder. — Since Vicky mentioned the tea, you can come through. Rubik will make a corridor for you, pass through, and I'll give you the blueprint. But you can only call the cabin “Huntsman”, understand? It's gonna do the rest itself — protect you and find the way!