Quotes from 'The visualizer terrifying dreams'

But Didi needed money, so he didn’t linger there, though he liked a glass of whiskey or a glass of grappa on weekends.

The pilot had no choice but to fly through the mist and emerge on the other side. But barely fifteen minutes later, another storm cloud loomed, darker and more menacing than the first. It was enormous, and there was no way around it. Sanders drew a deep breath and steered straight toward the heart of the storm, though nothing good could come of it for him or his passengers.

At about three thousand meters, directly ahead, a small dark cloud appeared. But as the plane drew closer, the cloud didn’t shrink; it grew, swelling until it seemed to fill half the sky, threatening to engulf the tiny aircraft caught in its path.Strange things started happening once they crossed the imaginary line connecting the Bahamas and Puerto Rico.

He looked around. The landscape was strange, almost exotic. Ahead rose a high mountain surrounded by stunted shrubs and twisted trees. The sight reminded him of a place he’d once seen in the north, when his mother had taken him to visit her elder sister in Yakutsk. The trees there had been just as small and bent low to the earth, nothing like the tall, full-grown ones back home in central Russia.

His clients were usually small-business owners or traders smuggling goods from the Bermudas into the United States. Occasionally, darker figures sought his services, people moving drugs, weapons, or other contraband. Didi disliked such dealings and accepted them rarely, only when the money was too good to refuse. Mostly, he handled legitimate charters and business-class passengers.

Kirill climbed into the cabin and looked around. Though from the outside the Beechcraft Bonanza seemed small, inside it was surprisingly spacious, a cabin clearly designed for business-class passengers. The seats were comfortable enough to stretch your legs and enjoy the view through the portholes beside them on both sides of the little private plane.

After a short run, the Bonanza lifted from the ground and climbed swiftly. At first, nothing hinted at trouble. The plane gained altitude smoothly, soaring over Bermuda’s long beaches. Through the portholes, the passengers watched the breathtaking scenes of untouched nature and the neat houses along the shore.

The materials posted there were exclusive and often sparked loud political scandals , drawing even more attention from the press and public organizations.

Over time, the clientele changed, too. Now the place was visited by a few Russian oligarchs looking to unwind and by officers from various government agencies, everyone from senior army brass to heads of intelligence services. They all knew each other, which made it possible to relax and behave freely within those walls.

There was no turbulence yet, but that could change at any moment. Sanders was beginning to lose hope when he suddenly saw a light ahead, a bright opening, sunlight breaking through. A miracle, a gift from above. He turned the plane toward it, clinging to the controls, praying they’d make it through.