Chapter 62：Respect for tradition depletes the buffer zone

"By the way, grandfather, now we'll be traveling with Baraz, Fang and a driver from the colonel to the mountains of Pistachov and Rybakov. Since the Colonel guys will now study the mountains of Light. I found there 30 ruins they will smell from them, on this project" Emir's Gold " and in those mountains apparently this isn't "? said Dara.

- Not? Because there are low mountains, crowded, people went here and here? Were there any developments in silicon and marble? Is it deserted now? Water flooded the northern spurs? Do you think there are no hiding places? asked Grandfather.

"Aha!" "But just in case a fireman, they gave us a spy, so if anything, you don't worry, the state will not be left in the loser," Dara said.

- Oh well!!! Let's go for it! Tricky and money-hungry badger! Firuz Mirho told his grandson. He had not completely forgiven him yet, so he forged a grandson.

"Alright! If I'm a badger, then you're probably a sly fox?" innocently said Dara.

- Someone has not cut off their ears for a long time! served as the eloquent answer of the Grandfather.

"In short, we will leave at 5 in the morning and arrive at 4-5 in the evening, are you with us?" asked Dara.

- No, it's not interesting there, dusty, there is no water, there is no vegetation, only the old name is pistachio mountains, the last pistachio was cut there in 1949 ... Grandfather said with knowledge.

"And then the pistachios didn't land again"? asked Dara.

- So the water is gone! Grandfather just noticed.

"Well, what did you find there?" asked the grandfather.

"I found a couple of forts and several abandoned small trees, apparently only the foundations remained, but I want to try my luck there ?! Maybe I can find one?" noticed Dara.

- Well, try it, we will be here for another 13 days, so it's all your time! said the grandfather smiling.

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Barno sympathetically smiled at Dara, she heard his conversation with his grandfather. Fang only grinned, he knew that Dara was greedy, but that he was so greedy that he went against his Grandfather, he could not imagine it! Baraz only quietly groaned!

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The next morning. Departure is looking for the Svet Mountains, exit along the gorge, the road takes only 1 hour, although the distance from the middle of the mountain gorge is only 27 km and from the foothills to the mountains of Pistachkov 37 km. But this is not an asphalt road but a dirt road. Sometimes in the steppe there is no road at all, but there are ravines. The jeep overcomes them, sometimes it gets stuck, including the rear-wheel drive, you can leave and sometimes you have to use a winch.

The steppe is beautiful. A lot of forbs. You can see the walking stones, these are turtles. They are from very tiny like a palm of a person to several tens of centimeters.

Red poppies, tall purple erimurus. But it's still cold. The snakes and spiders of the karakurt killer are still sleeping.

Dust similar to a curtain of smoke streams from under the wheels of cars. You can immediately see who is riding the steppe.

Here and there the remains of brick walls are visible, it used to be wintering for cattle, but then left for various reasons. One of which is the drying up of wells. On satellite images, you can easily recognize wells, they are depicted as white dots or as stars with 6 or more rays connected by countless dirt roads. Usually near the wells the grass is all trampled and eaten. This leads to frequent wind and water erosion of the soil, which ultimately leads to drying out of the wells.

Yurts are visible a little at a distance; there are not so many of them. Horses graze nearby. But people are not visible.

Stopping at the well, Barno decided to photograph it. Suddenly, three people came running from under the ground, one in a black suit and tie, which in the steppe looked somehow a little inappropriate. Two others in tracksuits.

- Who are you respected? Do you have permission to take photographs? I am the secretary of local government and these are two combatants from the local security service. He introduced himself.

Dara, he thought, was starting again ... features of the local tradition taking its roots from the time of the second empire, a total distrust of visitors.

Baraz, obtained permission from the governor, permission to photograph from the department of ensuring safety and his ID as a colonel veteran.

All questions were answered, all the right people in the steppe were warned that it was people who had the right to conduct research, no one would ever pose questions to them.

In the steppe, as well as in the mountains, it is always necessary to warn local self-government bodies so that unnecessary questions do not arise.

Now in the steppe they knew that the guys from the safety management department were conducting research in the forgotten mountains. Of course, they were interested in what they were looking for, but the sense of conservation itself provided a security zone. No one wanted to poke their nose into the affairs of this organization. This is their business, it does not concern us.

Nobody will disturb them.

The satellite image showed that the Pistachio Mountains ...