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The Soviet Union in 1991 has lost its former glory. People doubt whether it can lead to communism along the current road. There are voices of independence in every republic. The head of the old country.

The streets and alleys of Moscow are full of crowds. Men beside the vodka in the tavern are discussing the future of the country in low voices. They have no work to do. The only thing they can do is to express their grief and anger over the wine glasses. The women are helpless to accompany them. smiling face, carefully calculating the few deposit bills, no one knows what will happen in the future.

But in the vast territory of the Soviet Union, not every place is filled with this pessimistic atmosphere.

For example, Black Swan Harbor.

Black Swan Harbor is just a casual name, because it is located in the Arctic Circle, facing the vast Arctic Ocean, surrounded by gray-white permafrost, and the blue-gray fortress made of reinforced concrete is like a mottled spot on the snow field. So someone gave it the elegant name of Black Swan Harbor, which means black swan in the snow.

You can’t find Black Swan Harbor on the map. The climate here is too cold, and minus 300 to [-] degrees is commonplace. The nearest city is Verkhoyansk, which once won the title of the coldest town on earth and broke through minus. Seventy degrees.But if people knew that there was Black Swan Harbor more than [-] kilometers north of the city, then the honorary title of coldest town on earth would change hands.

This is a land forgotten by the gods, truly isolated from the world, without any external communication equipment, even if it is only a little less equipment, leaving Black Swan Harbor will inevitably die in the bitter cold. Still white, the only plants are lichens and mosses.Anyone who visits here will understand what true loneliness and despair are. The occasional exception is polar bears.

The wind picked up, and black rain clouds rolled up at the end of the ice sea, and the snow and dust on the sea surface were all rolled up, like a white sandstorm, which was the precursor of the coming blizzard.The sentinel rushed to the iron frame and rang the copper bell. The sound of the bell spread across the lonely snow field. In this kind of place, the sound of the bell can let anyone get the news immediately.

He covered his hat and prepared his rifle, ready to go back to avoid it, but he suddenly heard some kind of faint shout, and his keen intuition made him turn his head to look at the horizon.

The gray-white elves appeared on the horizon, swiftly avoiding the ice reef protruding from the ground. They were in groups of eight, all with handsome cross-shaped brown hair on their foreheads, and they were tied with cables to pull a sled. There were five in total. gallop.On this barren snowfield, perhaps only these elves from the snow can move so gracefully, and even let out a cry of joy during the leap, because it has been a long time since they have run so heartily.

"Every summer when the ice breaks, the Lenin will send supplies for the whole year. It is a rare lively day in Black Swan Harbor. Girls can stand on the high platform in short skirts and look at the icebreaker that symbolizes happiness and sweetness. In their eyes, the Lenin is an angel from heaven, full of candy skirts and stockings. The officers will also smile rarely, because that means vodka and cigarettes. But this year it is not the Lenin, but the A KGB major, do you have a year's supply of Black Swan Harbor in your uniform pocket?"

"To be honest, I don't really like vodka. In my opinion, this thing is just pure alcohol. You can go to the factory to get a glass of alcohol, and you can call it vodka after distillation." Major Bondarev seems to be a man of high taste. Even though he said he didn't like vodka, he raised his glass to Dr. Herzog proudly, "For our country, Dr. Herzog."

It was a dog sled team composed of forty Siberian husky dogs, and they were also known by everyone's nickname-huskies.

Dog sleds are the best means of transportation in this kind of place. The severe cold makes the machinery commonly used in the city and the field prone to unknown parts damage. It would be a little underestimating to think that an off-road vehicle can be unimpeded The power of nature is gone, and it is definitely not a good choice to get out of the car for maintenance in the weather of minus [-] to [-] degrees.

Herzog sighed softly: "There is no communication equipment here, and we have no contact with the outside world. Every year, the Lenin will bring a whole year of newspapers so that we can understand the information of the outside world. I read in last year's newspapers There are some changes in the situation, but I didn't expect it to come so soon."

The sentinel had to look up to talk to Major Bondarev. His height is outstanding even in the army, and his appearance is even more handsome. The male star in the movie is only so eye-catching, with neat blond hair Comb back, bright like gold.The sentinel had to think of those hungry middle-aged women in Black Swan Harbor. If they saw this officer, they would definitely jump up with admiration.

"All the fate of the port is in your hands. No wonder it is a moment of life and death." Herzog smiled faintly, "Are you here to investigate the function of this port? The isolated port, in the eyes of most people, should hide some shady secrets. But unfortunately, I have to tell you that this is just a gene pool. In order to prevent nuclear war, we collect the genes of various races in the Soviet Union and establish Create a huge gene pool. Even if human beings are destroyed by nuclear war, we can use cloning technology to revive human beings. This is a natural icehouse, and even if the power is cut off, genetic samples can be preserved for hundreds of thousands of years.”

The sentry had no way of confirming whether these people had come to seek refuge. They might be fans of extreme sports. They set off from Verkhoyansk and planned to go to the Polar Circle to learn more.He pulled up his straps and raised his rifle to aim at the person at the front. Black Swan Harbor is a restricted military zone and he has the right to shoot and kill anyone who approaches without authorization.

The other four people were all wearing masks to keep out the cold, and they didn't show their true colors to the sentinel. They just watched Bondarev enter the gate of Black Swan Harbor first.The sentinel didn't plan to check each one. Bondarev's status was far superior to him. Having the banner code to enter Black Swan Harbor was the best proof of identity.

"KGB Major Bondarev, from Moscow." The leading man took out his ID card and threw it to the sentry, "Take me to Dr. Herzog and tell him that this is a moment of life and death. If you still want the future, then don't Wasting our precious time."

Bondarev drank the wine in the glass, "Everyone knows it well, so don't wear a mask to talk, I know that the benefactor behind you is the Alexander family, they are a bunch of moths, relying on arms sales For a living, he is relatively rich. He can support a place like you that burns money. He has enough capital to erase the archives of this port. But things in the world have never been so simple. As long as they exist, they must be There will be proof."

The sled dog team reached Black Swan Harbor like a sword, and the dark clouds were sweeping in the distance behind them. This was a desperate race, but fortunately, they had won the opportunity.

"The wealth of the country will be divided, armaments, factories, weapons, fleets, and even missiles. The same is true for this port. I was ordered to come here to count the property and value it." Bondarev said.

"To our great country and you, Comrade Major, welcome to Black Swan Harbor." Herzog raised his glass, "Red Label Vodka, a good wine that can make a man's blood burn, it is a sin to waste any drop. Every year the icebreaker When I come here, I will bring a special box for me, so I don’t have to give it to others as a personal collection. This is the last bottle of last year, and I have been drinking it according to the plan.”

"Are you not a KGB major at all, right?" Herzog also smiled, "I am a geneticist. The Russians who account for the vast majority of the Soviet Union belong to the Europa race. Males have narrower noses and thinner lips. The facial features are obvious, the body hair is more, and the physique is burly. Although you are tall and big, after taking off the coat, you have lean and slender muscles. This handsome face is not easy to grow among Russians."

"You are not the chief geneticist of the Soviet Union. You are indeed engaged in genetic engineering, but you are an Aryan in Germany. You used to work for the Communist Party. Hitler hoped that someone would support his theory of inhumanity, so that Prove that Aryans are the best race in the world, so he needs genetics to provide proof, and you are doing this work for him. After the end of World War II, Germany was judged as a defeated country, with a large number of state-owned resources and excellent The talents were divided among the victorious countries, and you were taken away by the Soviet Union at this time."

"Unfortunately, there are no supplies, and there will never be any." Bondarev added a glass of wine for himself. He clearly said that he didn't like it just now. "Our great motherland is facing disaster, the economy is deteriorating, and people's hearts are scattered. , the army has to be disarmed and cannot be paid, and the factories have no raw materials to start work. The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics may become a stroke in the history books. The country has been unable to mobilize supplies to supply this port in the Arctic Ocean. .”

"You are being passionate, Dr. Herzog." Bondarev smiled and shook the wine glass in his hand, the red liquid was as transparent as blood under the light, "I only said that I was ordered to come, but I didn't say That’s what I’m here for, and you have to have the right identity to do things.”

The outside world was icy and snowy, but the Black Swan Harbor was as warm as spring. Bondarev had to take off his coat and hang it on the back of the chair to avoid sweating too much.As the leader of the visiting team, he met alone with Dr. Herzog, the chief executive of Black Swan Harbor.

This is a very interesting old man, who has both the characteristics of a soldier and a scientist. Although he is going to meet with guests, Herzog is still wearing a gray woolen coat for research, and there is no need to comb it.But if you look carefully, you will find that there is not even a thread on his body. The pure silver hair is neat and handsome, and the sharp light in his eyes is no less than that of Major Bondarev. He was really young, but his hair and the cuts on his face showed that he was indeed old.

But the Siberian Husky is different. This is their innate talent. DNA testing proves that this long-established dog breed may be one of the oldest dogs in the world. Some huskies can even mix with wolves cannot be distinguished by the naked eye.

But the opponent waved the flag in his hand, which was a code word, which could open the gate to Black Swan Harbor. The sentry had to put away their guns, and watched the team of barking dogs getting closer. Like a tourist team.

The huskies kicked up snow dust half as high as a person, splashing the sentry all over their bodies. These well-trained snow elves arrived at their destination on time, but they were not satisfied with this relay cross-country run that lasted hundreds of kilometers. The sled wolf howled and went to sniff the feet of the sentry. The sentry was overwhelmed by the dogs, so he could only helplessly raise his hands and watched the most majestic husky try to jump up and throw him down.

"What is your purpose?" Herzog stared into Bondarev's eyes. If Bondarev was a KGB major from Moscow, it would be understandable for him to maintain respect, but now everyone has opened their identities After talking on the table, he is still calling you.

This is a cover. Herzog secretly squeezed the gun in his pocket. He was a little afraid of this unknown Bondarev. All the secrets seemed transparent in front of Bondarev. The water is crystal clear, he doesn't know how much Bondarev has in Black Swan Harbor, and Bondarev has not shown any malice so far, which means that at least at this negotiating table, Herzog is still some value.

"Your research." Bondarev was simple and clear. When he was serious, he was as serious as an officer, with a faint dangerous smile all over his body, which made people shudder. "I know what you are doing here, but I don't know how much you have done, so let me talk to you about the price."

"Are you here to buy me?" Herzog was surprised.

"The Soviet Union is about to disintegrate. Alexander is busy protecting himself. His backer has collapsed. He has to make plans for future development. If he wants to free up his hands to take care of the port, at least he has to settle down before he has a chance. The people sent to contact you have been buried in the ice of Siberia." Bondarev shrugged his shoulders with an innocent face, as if what he said had nothing to do with him at all, "He wants to establish you again The connection between them will take at least a few months, but the storage at the port can’t last that long, and people here will starve to death after a few months. I came here at this time to avoid Alexander’s eyeliner and come to talk to you At a reasonable price, I plan to buy this port together with you to take over this research, for which I need to know how much you are worth."