In a dream, Alexander regained his human body. He walked along a narrow path bordered by tall buildings, feeling the hardness of the asphalt under his feet. The city seemed familiar to him, but at the same time alien - the buildings were taller, the streets were wider, and the air was filled with unfamiliar aromas. A smile played on his face, and there was a calmness in his heart, so rare in his everyday life.

Passers-by, whom he accidentally touched with his shoulder, turned around, but their gaze looked through him, as if he were just a shadow. Alexander felt a strange loneliness mixed with a sense of freedom. He stopped at an intersection where many people had gathered, waiting for the traffic light to turn green. Their faces seemed unfamiliar to him, but friendly.

When he crossed the street, suddenly everything around him began to float and lose clarity. Buildings, streets, people - everything seemed to disappear into thin air, and Alexander found himself in a completely different place. He lay on the soft green grass at the edge of a clear lake. The young man looked down and realized that his clothes were missing. Summer warmth reigned all around, and the sun gently warmed his skin.

Next to him on the grass sat a girl of extraordinary beauty. Her hair shimmered with golden hues in the sun, and her eyes were deep and piercing blue, like the lake itself. She turned her gaze to Alexander, and genuine joy and love were visible in her eyes.

- Finally, I found you, my Rejected One. - she whispered, and her voice sounded like a melody filled with tenderness and warmth. Sonya, the mistress of dreams, looked at Alexander with genuine tenderness in her eyes. Her naked body seemed to glow under the rays of the summer sun.

Alexander, absorbed in this magical moment, slowly sat down and leaned towards her. He felt the warmth of her skin and the scent of her hair, reminiscent of summer flowers.

“You are here... In my dreams... I was so lonely...” he whispered, as if trying to understand how real this meeting was.

“Yes, I’m in your dreams, where I can be with you...” she answered, touching his face with light fingers. - Here, in this world, I can show you the depth of my feelings. This is my reality, my Rejected.

Their lips touched in a long and passionate kiss that transported them to a world where time seemed to stand still. Alexander felt how every nerve of his body responded to Sonya’s touches. They lay down softly on the green grass near the shore of the lake, their breathing synchronized and their hearts beating in unison.

Sonya gently ran her hand over his chest, exploring every contour of his body, while he, fascinated, slid his fingers over her skin, feeling every curve of her body. Their movements were soft and rhythmic, filled with deep desire and passion.

Alexander felt how their souls intertwined into one, creating harmony and perfection of this moment. They moved together, forgetting about everything in the world, plunging into a world where only the two of them existed.

When they reached the peak of their feelings, a halo of light flashed around them, and the air was filled with sounds reminiscent of distant music. At that moment, Alexander felt his soul filled with incredible happiness and peace, and his heart overflowing with love for this amazing woman, the mistress of his dreams.

- This is something incredible! I've never experienced anything like this!

- Stupid, this is my world, I can make you so happy here that you will forget about everything.

- I’m already happy, I don’t need to change anything...

In the world of dreams, where time lost its meaning, Alexander and Sonya hovered in the space of love and passion. Everything seemed eternal, their hugs and kisses flowed into one another, creating a feeling of completeness and harmony. And finally, they were able to break away from each other. Alexander was breathing heavily and laughing, while the girl, without any embarrassment, jumped on him, sitting on top. Her body shone even more from the drops of sweat on her beautiful skin.

Sonya's gentle whisper sounded like music in his heart, her words remained in the air:

- The sisters think that you are dead. This is good. Take care, I will come in your dreams.

But this world of softness and warmth collapsed. He was very rudely torn out of his sleep and, to the vile laughter and cackling of the guys, he came to his senses.

- Hahaha, he liked you. Keep it for yourself! Everything you wanted! - laughter was heard, as if from afar, but quickly became louder and closer.

- Yes, he’s a homosexual, but leave me alone! - the voice was full of indignation. At that moment, Alexander felt himself being thrown aside. Reality returned to him in the form of cold snow, into which he unceremoniously fell.

“I thought he was cold, but he started poking me with his pussy.” Completely crazy! Furry pervert! Be grateful that my friend didn’t incinerate you! - one of the guys continued to be indignant.

In a snowdrift, surrounded by abandoned silence, Alexander remained alone until the sounds of the footsteps of the retreating guys dissolved in the night frost. The first guy, clearly outraged by the unexpected turn of events, left, having difficulty containing his emotions. His steps were heavy and uneven, as if he was trying to trample his anger right on the snow cover.

The second man, unlike his comrade, seemed more indifferent to what was happening. With a slight shrug, he followed the first, leaving Alexander in the snow. His figure soon disappeared into the twilight, leaving the hare in a world of cold and uncertainty.

Meanwhile, in the military camp, in the colonel’s office, the duty officer entered. He was young, but his face expressed a seriousness and responsibility that you don’t often see in such young men.

- Comrade Colonel, may I report? - he reported briskly, standing right at the door.

The colonel, without taking his eyes off the documents on the table, nodded. His demeanor was stern and reserved, as befits a man of his rank.

- There was an unauthorized entry into the warehouse. Security systems recorded the movement, but when the patrol team arrived at the scene, the intruders were no longer found. However, traces of unauthorized access to stored resources, including classified materials, were discovered.

The colonel raised his gaze for a moment, studying the expression on the duty officer's face. "Did you manage to capture someone? Who did it?

- Not at the moment, Comrade Colonel. No information available. An initial check was carried out, two hundred units of sublimated souls were taken. E-two hundred five. The garrison has been alerted and the area is being combed.

- Okay, keep me posted. If new data appears, please inform us immediately. - The colonel again lowered his gaze to the documents, making it clear that the conversation was over.

- Yes sir! - the duty officer answered, but did not go out, hesitating for a moment.

- What else, fighter? - the colonel looked stern, which made the guy shy away.

- Lieutenant Kharitonov’s group found traces of a hare in that warehouse. They went AWOL, Comrade Colonel.

- So, the enemy may have the hare... Leave the AWOL. I authorize the search mission. Send the Zavyalov and Pegasova groups to help them. Report all data from our groups to me personally. Organize communication!

- Yes sir! - the duty officer answered and quickly left the office, closing the door behind him.

The colonel, left alone in his office, plunged into deep thoughts. His face reflected concern for the safety of the garrison and the entire military camp. The situation with the disappearance of sublimated souls and an unusual hare discovered in a warehouse was more than alarming. Each such incident could have unpredictable consequences.

He felt the weight of responsibility resting on his shoulders. The colonel knew that in these conditions any misunderstanding or miscalculation could result in serious problems not only for his unit, but also for the country as a whole. In a world where superpowers could be both a weapon and a blessing, proper guidance and control were key.

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His gaze slid over the documents lying on the table. He went through them slowly, peering at each line, trying to continue working, but his thoughts kept drifting away. The man quickly lost concentration. With every word and number, he became more and more immersed in his thoughts, trying to anticipate possible developments of events and prepare for them.

Finally, the colonel picked up the phone and dialed the number. He gave instructions to his assistants, setting priorities and tasks clearly and clearly. After hanging up, he looked at the documents again, then got up and headed to the window, but his thoughts were already somewhere far away, shrouded in anxiety about the safety of his unit.

Having untangled himself from the fluffy snowdrift, Alexander looked around and realized that he was in a wide parking lot. Before him was a view of a massive fence, behind which, as he guessed, lay the territory of the plant. The fence consisted of a tall stone fence and a smaller extension made of durable metal panels, decorated with intricate patterns that created a feeling of impregnability. There was barbed wire at the top of the fence, giving it additional protection.

There was activity in the parking lot. Groups of people dressed in informal clothing with elements of military equipment were engaged in various activities. Some were intensively unloading cars, removing boxes with unknown contents. Others gathered in small groups, discussing something lively, with genuine excitement in their eyes. Alexander noticed that many had tattoos on the back of their hands with symbols resembling flames - probably this was a sign of belonging to the Fireball group.

Having assessed the situation, Alexander quickly selected a route to quietly enter the plant territory. He chose a place where the fence seemed less guarded, and using his agility he quickly got there and cut a path for himself with his icy claws.

Even after a long time, the connection was stable. This made Alexander very happy and he was already imagining possible ways of using this method of manipulation and harvesting energy.

Inside the plant, he was greeted by a completely different world: wide passages between buildings, humming machines working at full capacity, and people who seemed completely absorbed in their tasks.

Alexander slowly but confidently explored the territory of the plant. His tiny body, covered with white fur, blended into his surroundings, making him almost invisible to the inattentive eye. On his way he encountered various amazing things, testifying to the scale of the activities of the Fireball group.

He passed huge tanks filled with fuel, which glistened in the rays of the fading sun. The plant was clearly involved in oil production, and every corner of it exuded industrial power. Alexander noticed several dormitories whose windows were illuminated, and from which the voices and laughter of workers could be heard, momentarily distracted from their worries. There, the young man saw that not everyone was over the top and, as it turned out, being a simple person was already considered unworthy. It was not slavery and there was no humiliation. The beginnings of a division of society into higher and lower were simply felt.

In the south of the plant, the hare came across a training ground where members of the Fireball group trained their superpowers. He saw one of them lifting huge stones into the air, and tried to maintain control while one of those who brought the Hare shot his eyes at him. It was an incredible sight. Like Superman, only without powers and unable to fly.

At that time, another was controlling the flow of water, creating complex figures, trying to demolish a small stone structure. It was like he was playing little towns, only he used water and sticks.

The third one emitted bright flashes of light from his hands, illuminating everything around him. In the night sky, it looked as beautiful as possible, but the guy was quickly pointed out at his stupidity, since his light show was very unmasking.

Continuing his secretive movement, Alexander reached the center of the plant. There, among a group of people, he saw two noticeable figures. One of them was Roman, known as Fireball. Now he looked older than his sixteen years: his black hair became even longer and more tousled, and wisdom and depth were read in his gaze. But the eyes themselves were tired. His old leather jacket and patched jeans showed that he had not forgotten his humble roots, despite his new power and strength.

Next to him stood Zeus, an American soldier known for his gifts from Grania. He was dressed in a futuristic suit, dotted with luminous elements that emphasized his eccentricity. His appearance was bright and expressive: green hair fell in waves over his shoulders, and his eyes sparkled with confidence and power. Zeus seemed to be the personification of violent energy and power, which he demonstrated by cutting the air with lightning.

While Roman and Zeus exchanged words, Alexander remained in the shadows, watching them.

- We need to somehow get close to Roman and tell him that it’s me. And it is desirable that Zeus is not nearby, given our confrontation in the Border. What are they even doing? - the bunny jumped closer to the group, which was currently completing negotiations. Alexander heard part of the conversation.

His heart beat faster with every word that reached his ears. The conversation seemed tense and full of hidden threats. Zeus, with his charismatic and commanding manner, dominated the conversation, and Roman, with his dark and tousled hair, looked like the embodiment of indomitable strength and defiance.

- Start the absorption immediately, my leadership wants you to appear at the summit in Vladivostok and preferably, before that, demonstrate strength. I think Ussuriysk will do, everyone knows it and the destruction of such a city will definitely not go unnoticed. - Zeus insisted, his voice full of confidence and power. At the same time, these words were spoken by a translator in Russian.

Roman, listening to him, seemed focused and calm. He opened a small steel spherical case and took out like bunches of grapes, but looking closer, Alexander realized that these were dozens of compressed souls wrapped in soul power. Roman began to casually eat one berry after another, while Zeus continued:

“The oil transfer has begun, so I can teach you how to cope with the new power.” This will be useful considering what awaits you at the summit.

- To teach me? Funny. You know less than me and even less, Steppe Wind, I can teach you this, but I don’t want to. This is not included in our agreements! - Roman looked annoyed, but continued to absorb souls.

- Oh, yes... Steppe Wind. It's better for you to keep him out of things, Fireball. Better in general, dead, otherwise there can be no talk of any peace. You understood me? - Zeus added, emphasizing his words with a hard look.

With every word they said, he realized that something more than just negotiations was unfolding before him. Zeus, with his powerful energy and striking appearance, acted as a new world diplomat, representing US interests. And Roman, in his rebellious appearance, was a force capable of resisting the pressure of world leaders.

Alexander listened to their conversation, trying to understand their plans and intentions. Zeus's words about consuming souls and demonstrating power made him shudder. Puzzle pieces began to form in his head, painting a picture of upcoming events. Roman, absorbing souls like berries, looked calm, but his words about the Steppe Wind caused alarm in Alexander. He understood that the stakes in this game were much higher than he could have imagined.