Chapter 1701

St.Petersburg.

Tata opened his eyes. He sat up from the bed, reached to the head of the bed and touched a wine bottle, but the weight in his hand let him know that the wine bottle was empty, so he threw the wine bottle aside, yawned and looked at the sun outside the window.

After sitting in a daze for a while, Tata jumped out of bed and put on a smelly coat. Tata felt that the clothes might really need to be washed, so he took off his clothes and threw them on the sofa. He picked up a short sleeved T-shirt again, but he sighed when he found that the T-shirt in his hand tasted stronger, He took back the thrown coat and put it on again.

Walking through the glass bottles and garbage, Tata left his apartment and walked into the sunny street towards the nearest convenience store.

After buying four bottles of vodka and two big lieba, Tata began to walk home, and then stopped when he passed a newsstand on the corner.

Tata put his things at his feet, picked up a labor newspaper and turned it directly to the advertising board. After a few quick glances, he closed the newspaper and put it as it was, then picked up his things and slowly began to walk again.

The stall owner is not surprised at this. This dirty, smelly old man who always exudes the smell of wine rubs his newspaper every day, but he never takes too long, so the stall owner has to go. He is just an old, lonely old alcoholic. If he wants to see it, let him see it. Maybe he will freeze to death in the street after getting drunk that winter.

But this time it was a little different. After the drunkard went out, he soon came back. Then he picked up the newspaper with a puzzled face and read it carefully again.

Finally, Tata rolled up the newspaper, took out a hundred rubles, handed it to the stall owner and whispered, "a labor newspaper."

The stall owner was extremely surprised that the old drunkard had rubbed his newspaper for 11 years. As long as he put the stall out, he would come. Today, the old drunkard had to pay for a newspaper.

The stall owner was stunned and took the one hundred rubles, then Tata turned and left, so the stall owner shouted, "you haven't taken your things! And, change your money!"

"No, it's all for you."

After leaving a word in a hurry, Tata walked faster and faster until he ran.

He ran back to his home, which can be called the garbage dump. After opening the door, Tata was particularly surprised at why he could live in such an environment for more than ten years. He kicked away the garbage on the ground with his feet, came to the bedroom, threw all the things on the bed aside, and then pulled open the mattress until a large box was pulled out from under the mattress.

Laboriously pulled out the box. Looking at the dusty box, Tata suddenly began to cry. Tears fell on the dusty box and became mud spots one by one.

Tata opened the box. The box was full of guns, long guns and short guns. In addition to guns, they were silencer bullets. After stroking all six guns in the box in turn, Tata closed the box again.

"Things are still there. I'm still alive."

After talking to himself, Tata nodded firmly and said in a deep voice, "then call and go!"

When Tata decided to start, grevatov outside Voronezh was preparing lunch at his farm.

Grevatov is not like a farmer, but his wife is a very common peasant woman. She is fat and strong. She can handle her work at home and on the farm. Even nagging is particularly annoying.

"The harvester needs to be repaired. You have to have it repaired for us. You can't wait until the wheat harvest. It'll be too late, Olivia! Don't spill soup on the table!"

Grevatov got married very late, so his children were a little too young for his age.

After cleaning the soup spilled on the table for his little daughter, grevatov continued to drink his soup and listen to his wife's nagging.

"Your son always wants to go to big cities. He doesn't want to stay here, but he can't study. What can he do in big cities? You have to take care of him! You can't let him idle all day."

Grevatov remained silent until he heard a car outside, and soon his wife's idle son came back.

"Dad, your newspaper."

Grevatov lives outside the city. There is no newspaper to buy here, but his son goes to school in the city, so he can bring the newspaper back to him when he comes home in the evening, but today, his son came back early.

When he opened the newspaper, grevatov's spoon fell into his soup basin.

"I'm leaving."

Speaking to his nagging wife and two children, grevatov raised his volume and said loudly, "I'm leaving. I may or may not come back."

In a large supermarket in Moscow, a well-dressed, gentle and elderly roctosky stepped aside to avoid a clerk pushing a cart, and a bar of chocolate had fallen into his sleeve.

Rostowski likes to take things under the surveillance camera. Although he doesn't like to be a supermarket thief, it's time for lunch, so he's going to prepare lunch for himself.

When passing by the wine shelf, rostowski took up several brands of wine and looked at them, but he was dissatisfied and put them back. Then he went to the vegetable area and chose a fresh cucumber. Then he chose a very good apple and a sausage.

Finally, rostowski went to the front of the checkout counter, put down a piece of gum, smiled and said, "checkout, how much?"

After paying for a piece of gum, rostowski left the supermarket. Then he looked at it and began to walk towards a newsstand. When he passed a man, he quickly pulled out the long wallet that the man put in the back pocket of his ass.

After quickly opening his wallet and drawing out a ten ruble note, rostowski shouted to the man who hurried away: "Hey, hey, stop, young man, it seems that you lost it?"

The young man stopped and looked at rostowski suspiciously. Then he noticed his wallet and said gratefully, "Oh, thank you. I really appreciate you. This is my wallet."

"Be careful, don't put it in the back pocket. It's easy to fall out and be stolen. I just picked it up to see if there's anything missing."

After returning the wallet to the young man who was grateful to him, rostowski went to the newsstand, took out the ten ruble super film and shouted, "a labor newspaper."

He held the newspaper in his left hand and handed the money in his right hand, but there was a magazine loved by adults under the newspaper. Rostowski always liked to play such tricks.

Rostowski came to the park, found an empty bench and sat down. Then he spread out the newspaper, magically took out things and put them on his spread newspaper.

An apple, an orange, a piece of chocolate, a cucumber, a black bread, a bottle of vodka, a small can of caviar and a small sausage are just enough for a lunch for rottosky.

While having lunch, roztorsky was enjoying his magazine. After lunch, roztorsky wrapped up the garbage with the front page of the newspaper and threw it into the trash can together.

Rostowski never reads the news in the newspaper. He only reads advertisements.

When rottosky saw the advertisement, he was stunned, and then he began to cry with the newspaper in his hand.

After waiting to cry for a while, rostowski took out his cell phone and dialed out according to the phone in the newspaper. After waiting for someone to connect, he still cried: "Hey, I'm a magician. Who are you? Why did you issue a rally order? Why did you issue a rally order now? Why didn't you issue a rally order earlier? The thief is dead. He's dead. He's waiting for someone to call him, but he's dead!"

In the city of chuckkovo, a headquarters base of the Russian military intelligence service, gruu, Lebedev left his dormitory as usual and went to the canteen to prepare his lunch.

Gruu was almost unaffected by the disintegration of the Soviet Union, while Lebedev came here almost from the first day of the disintegration of the Soviet Union and has stayed here until now.

Lebedev had no position in gruu, but everyone who saw him, mainly officers, would stand at attention and salute him, and then respectfully say hello to the instructor. Only those recruits would wonder why the old man with a serious face and gray hair always likes to eat in the soldiers' canteen with them.

Lebedev just doesn't like to go to the officers' canteen. He just likes to go to the soldiers' canteen.

Although he has no position and has reached the retirement age, Lebedev still has his dormitory in this base. Only he can wear casual clothes here and only he can go in and out at will without anyone's approval. No matter where he wants to eat in the canteen, it is his freedom.

After lunch, Lebedev came to the reading room because there was a newspaper he wanted to read.

When Lebedev read the newspaper and found the advertisement, he thought for a long, very long time.

Finally Lebedev stood up, put the newspaper in place, and then did not return to his officer's dormitory as usual, but went towards the gate of the base.

Lebedev met several people along the way, nodded with each officer who saluted him, and then continued to walk calmly towards the gate.

Without telling anyone or reporting to anyone, Lebedev slowly walked out of the heavily guarded base.