The train driver in the courtyard

The next day, Juno came to deliver breakfast as usual. Li Aiguo saw that there were several more bruises and two teeth marks on her arms.

Juno was aware of Li Aiguo's gaze, and quickly pulled down the sleeves of her ballet costume to cover the scars, and gave Li Aiguo a forced smile.

"Let's eat."

Li Aiguo opened the lunch box, which contained a sandwich and oatmeal porridge.

This is a classic Russian breakfast.

Spread butter on the sandwich, add a layer of jam, and eat it like that. It's very special and has a unique flavor.

After finishing the main course, there is also a cup of coffee brewed from coffee powder.

Juno placed the hot coffee in front of Li Aiguo and whispered, "Comrade Aiguo, is your previous proposal still valid?"

"What's your suggestion?" Li Aiguo picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. Today's coffee was particularly bitter.

Juno brought the sugar jar and stirred the coffee cup with a silver spoon.

"Please save my husband. You are a big shot. All you need is a phone call."

Seeing that Li Aiguo didn't say anything, Juno put down the spoon and reached out to untie her ballet straps.

Her face flushed: "As long as I can save my husband, I will do anything you ask me to do."

"Teacher, I beg you?" In the utility room on the first floor, Fadeev grabbed Professor Gillotti's arm tightly.

Compared with the previous two days, there were a few more red and swollen spots on his face, and his hair was particularly messy.

Professor Gilotti flipped through a foreign book in the dim light and said, "My child, this kind of thing can kill people. How can we talk nonsense?"

"Either Li Aiguo dies or we die, teacher. I just got married and I don't want to die." Fadeyev almost cried.

"I don't have any evidence at all. In fact, I don't think it's possible for a genius computer expert like Li Aiguo to do that."

"Does the truth matter? It doesn't matter at all. Teacher, you are the only one who has discussed this with Li Aiguo. As long as you come forward to testify against Li Aiguo, we can all be saved. Teacher."

Professor Gillotti looked up at Fadeev and felt that this student of his was particularly strange.

"Go away." Professor Gilotti sighed and turned a page of the book with his swollen fingers.

Fadeev stood up angrily, walked to the corner of the utility room and curled up.

This old fashioned guy wants them all to die here.

******
At daybreak, Juno was awakened by a snoring sound.

She opened her eyes and saw that Semenov's mouth was right next to her ear and his snoring sounded particularly loud.

Zhu Nuozhi stared at the scar on Semenov's shoulder for a while, sighed, looked out the window to see that it was dawn, and quietly put on her clothes.

While it was still early, she reread the letter that Semenov had written to the farm, "With this letter, my husband won't suffer on the farm anymore."

Thinking about it, I felt a little comforted that all the efforts were worth it.

Juno just stood up and was startled when she saw someone standing behind her.

"Master, why are you awake?"

"My dear, do I keep my word?"

Semenov looked at the letter and smiled kindly, at least in Juno's eyes he looked kind.

"Thank you, sir."

"As long as you help me do that, this letter can be sent out, understand? Be good." Semenov stroked Juno's soft hair.

Juno pursed her lips, hesitated for a long time, and finally nodded heavily.

"Master, I will listen to you."

"Hey, what a good kid."

A sinister smile appeared on Semenov's lips.

"Why did someone change this morning?" Li Aiguo asked curiously when he saw that it was the special operations team leader Berezhnaya who delivered breakfast.

Berezhnaya still had the same deadpan face as always. She put the tray on the table and left without saying a word.

Li Aiguo picked up a sandwich, looked at the wall, and suddenly laughed out loud.

Semenov, who was sitting next door, heard the laughter through the monitor and started laughing too.

At the intersection of Nevsky Prospekt and Ligov Street in St. Petersburg, the building with a clock tower is the Moscow Railway Station.

Moskovsky Railway Station is the main railway station in St. Petersburg and the second largest railway station in the Russian country.

A black sedan drove up from a distance and stopped on the roadside one street away from the train station.

Junod, wearing a gray windbreaker and a scarf on her head, got out of the car.

She looked around, quickly crossed the street and entered the train station.

It was just past ten in the morning, and the train station was bustling with people. Juno's tall figure moved through the crowd and came to the ticket window.

There are more than a dozen ticket windows at the Moscow Railway Station. Juno scanned each window. When she saw window number five, her eyes lit up and she walked over quickly.

Juno waited in a long line, and it was ten minutes before it was her turn.

Passing in thirty-five rubles, Junot whispered, "Comrade, I want to buy a third-class ticket to Tyumen."

"Qiu Ming? Such a small amount of money?!" The ticket seller was a young man. He was a little angry at first, but when he saw Juno's beautiful face, he swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

He patiently explained: "Comrade, it will cost 180 rubles from here to Tyumen."

"Then I won't go to Tyumen, but to Novokuznetsk. Please give me a ticket to Novokuznetsk."

"Hey, female comrade, are you deliberately teasing me? Hurry up and leave. Can't you see I'm busy?" The ticket seller was a little annoyed. He waved his hand at Juno and was about to drive her away.

The situation of this connection is different from what Li Aiguo told me!

Shouldn't the conductor have suggested that she buy a ticket to Moscow?
Juno's heart skipped a beat, and when she caught a glimpse of Semenov not far away, she became even more flustered.

According to the contact signal given by Li Aiguo, she first bought a ticket to Tyumen. After being rejected by the contact person, she changed to a ticket to Novokuznetsk. The contact person then took the initiative to suggest that she buy a ticket to Moscow.

After both parties went through this set of procedures, they verified each other's identities and sent out a safety signal.

Could it be that Li Aiguo had deceived her? When Juno thought of this possibility, she immediately felt cold all over, with a hint of bitterness on her lips.

She thought she had deceived Li Aiguo, but unexpectedly she fell into Li Aiguo's trap.

What was strange to Juno was that she did not feel angry after being deceived, but rather a little relieved.

Soon Juno had no time to think about these things, because she realized that she was in an embarrassing situation.

The letter was in Semenov's pocket. Whether it could be sent out depended on today's actions.

Now the ticket seller did not give the secret signal, which meant the operation failed.

In the noisy ticket hall, Juno vaguely heard her husband's screams as he was whipped.

"Hey, what are you doing? Don't waste time. Don't you see there are so many people queuing behind you?"

Juno looked at the furious conductor and whispered, "Sorry."

The conductor didn't hear clearly, rubbed his ears and asked, "What on earth are you doing?"

Juno suddenly raised her voice and shouted: "Oh, thank you so much, I just want to go to Moscow."

The ticket seller was a little confused for a moment. He thought that this woman was very pretty, so how could there be something wrong with her brain?

But before he could react, Semenov received the signal.

Holding a pistol, he caused panic at the scene.

"Everyone, get out of the way, no one is allowed to move!"

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, the passengers squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands.

A child was so frightened that he was about to cry out loud, but his mother covered his mouth with her hands. His eyes were wide open and filled with fear.

Semenov didn't care about the outside and rushed directly to the ticket window with his men. He strode up to the ticket seller and grabbed the ticket seller by the collar: "Good boy, you are it!"

The ticket seller didn't know what was going on at this time, but he knew something was wrong: "Comrade, it's a misunderstanding. I'm just a ticket seller."

Semenov turned his head and looked at Juno. Juno bit his lip and nodded heavily, "After I gave the contact signal, he just suggested that I buy a ticket to Moscow."

"I didn't, I didn't." The ticket seller looked shocked. He couldn't understand why Juno framed him.

But in Semenov's eyes, the ticket seller's panic was a sign of guilty conscience after being caught.

"Take him away!" Semenov grabbed the conductor by the collar and threw him to the ground.

Although the ticket seller had no idea what was happening, he still resisted in the face of the ferocious enemy.

Those people hit the conductor a few times, and the conductor was beaten black and blue. He lay on the ground and dared not say a word.

"Put on the cuffs and take him away!"

Seeing that the person was about to be taken away, the person in charge at the ticket window realized his responsibility and walked over slowly.

He leaned forward, licked his face and smiled: "Comrade, who are you?"

"Ministry of Internal Affairs!" Semenov took out an ID from his pocket and waved it in front of the person in charge.

"We suspect the ticket seller just now."

The person in charge's face suddenly changed. These people are all killing gods, and they cannot be offended.

"I've seen it before. Ivan is just a ticket seller, but he drinks foreign liquor every day. That's it. Good job comrades, you're getting rid of harm for the people!"

The ticket sellers nearby also came over.

"Yes, I have long felt that Ivan was abnormal. He can even speak English."

"It is said that Ivan's ancestors were white devils."

"I never thought I would be a colleague of such a person for so many years. What a shame."

Looking at the ticket sellers who were taking advantage of the situation, Semenov suddenly laughed and pointed at them and said, "Catch them too."

When these words were spoken, the ticket sellers who were cursing Ivan were stunned.

The leader of Group 2 was also a little surprised: "Captain, aren't these people the ones who contacted Juno?"

"Have you ever thought about this? What if the contact person is not the contact person, but the contact person's colleague? Li Aiguo can still complete the contact task!"

Semenov's words were a little awkward, but the team leader was also a veteran and understood his meaning instantly. The contact person only needed to receive the signal, and there was no need to talk directly to Li Aiguo.

On the contrary, the contact person hides nearby and keeps an eye on the ticket seller, which can not only ensure the completion of the task but also be safer.

"Captain, you are really smart. Xiao Mei's family met you. This time it's his bad luck."

After giving a gentle flattery, the team leader waved his hand and arrested all the ticket sellers including the person in charge.

The ticket sellers didn't expect that they were being accused of something just now, just as they were scolding Ivan.

"Comrade, this is a misunderstanding. We are wrongly accused."

“We are good people.”

But who will speak for them at this time?
Looking at the cold faces of the onlookers, the ticket sellers felt what Ivan had just felt.

More than a dozen ticket sellers were taken away from the ticket office, which caused quite a stir. Passengers and station staff all gathered around to watch the fun.

These days, the Russian emperor implemented the so-called New Deal. Many small vendors appeared on the streets, and the street stall economy was very active.

In the square of the train station, there are many stalls selling fruits, canned fruits, hats and flowers.

The stall owners were also alarmed by the chaos in the ticket hall.

"What happened?"

"It seems like they arrested someone. Nothing unusual."

"It's certainly not surprising to just arrest people, but it's strange to take away more than a dozen ticket sellers at once."

"The person arrested was the station conductor?"

A balloon vendor had just inflated balloons for a few children and immediately came over when he heard the discussions.

That was the last sentence he asked.

"Little Yevgeny, aren't you working as a temporary worker at the station at night? Do you know what's going on?"

Several stall owners looked at Yevgeny with a smile.

The young man was a hardworking and honest child. He earned 150 rubles a month as a temporary worker at the station, and he also made money by selling balloons on weekdays.

Some of the balloons that couldn't be sold were always given to them.

There are not many young people like this who don't drink and are serious and motivated.

Some stall owners even planned to marry their daughters to him, but they gave up after Yevgeny claimed that he already had a partner in his hometown in the countryside.

At this time, Semenov escorted the ticket seller out.

Little Yevgeny saw Big Ivan at a glance, and a strange look flashed in his eyes. He pretended to be nonchalant and smiled: "How should I know? I'm just a temporary worker. I don't have much contact with these ticket sellers."

Regular workers and temporary workers do the same job, but their benefits and status are completely different.

The stall owners were just asking casually and didn't expect little Yevgeny to really know what had happened.

As there was something exciting to watch, they no longer cared about attracting customers. Instead, they gathered together, pointing at the ticket sellers who were taken away and making sarcastic remarks.

There is a joke among the Russians that the scariest thing is opening the door at night and seeing someone standing outside.

The happiest thing was that Yefim lived next door and knocked on the wrong door.

This is the mood of the stall owners now.

No one noticed that little Yevgeny had disappeared in the square with the balloon in his hand.

Even if you noticed it, there was nothing suspicious about it, as people selling balloons are always moving around.

Balloons tied to the window of a house in a suburb of St. Petersburg flutter in the wind.

Little Yevgeny leaned on the bed, staring at the balloons and lost in thought.

Arresting people is common, but arresting more than a dozen ticket sellers at once, including Ivan, is a bit strange.

Little Yevgeny is a member of the weather station, but unlike ordinary moles, he is an anemometer.

Once an anemometer is built in a certain place, it cannot be moved.

Little Yevgeny, like the anemometer, was built in St. Petersburg. His only task was to receive safety signals.

If you don't carry out the mission, you won't be discovered.

Little Yevgeny has been in St. Petersburg for five years and has never had any problems.

Ivan is the light bulb that little Yevgeny uses to communicate with his comrades at home.

The light bulb is a character created by the domestic meteorological station. Its existence can attract everyone's attention. The comrades who are in charge of the contact can take advantage of the enemy's attention being attracted away and successfully complete the contact task.

Simply put, Yevgeny Jr. helps repair the circuits in the ticket hall every Wednesday night.

Standing on the ladder, he could notice everything that happened in the hall.

Once the contact person came to the ticket window, he first took out thirty-five rubles to buy a ticket to Tyumen. After being rejected, he took out another forty-five rubles, a total of seventy-five rubles, to buy a second-class ticket to Moscow.

When little Yevgeny saw this scene, it was like he had received a safety signal.

As an anemometer, Yevgeny Jr. was not clear about the identity of the contact person, because in many cases, for the sake of caution, the contact person would not show up in person.

The small vendors in the station square are happy to help run errands as long as they are willing to spend ten rubles.

"All the ticket sellers have been arrested. Is it related to this meeting? There are still two days left until the comrade who represents the driver sends a safety signal." Thinking of this, little Yevgeny sat up suddenly.

"Or was it just a coincidence? Those ticket sellers were arrested for other things. That's even more impossible. They wouldn't interfere in these things."

"Did the driver get into trouble? He gave away the light bulb under torture?"

"No, Bulb knows nothing! Those people's real target is me. Even if Bulb is arrested, as long as we investigate, we will find out the conspiracy of Comrade Driver."

"Is this the driver giving a warning?!"

An incredible idea came into Yevgeny's mind, shocking him so much that he could only chuckle a few times and could not make any sound.
Little Yevgeny jumped off the bed, pulled the curtains and moved the bed away.

There was a ground under the bed, and it looked like there was nothing there. Little Yevgeny stuck his butt out and touched the brick, and actually reached out and picked the brick out.

As more than a dozen bricks were dug out, a black hole was revealed underneath.

Little Yevgeny leaned over and took out a radio from the hole.

He made some simple adjustments, and beep, beep, beep, beep. The radio signal began to spread from this remote place.

The sound of beeping beeping is heard in the telecommunications room of the weather station far away in the capital.

The telegraph operator suddenly received a suspicious telegram. After verifying the identity of the other party, he shouted: "Urgent telegram!"

"Hurry, write it down." The attendant stood up suddenly and walked over.

A moment later, the translated telegram was sent to the farmer's office by the team leader.

The farmer looked older after reading the telegram. He raised his head and looked at the attendant: "Have you verified the identity of the sender?"

"It has been verified. It is the No. 03 anemometer that we arranged at the Russian side. It is responsible for the safety signal of Comrade Li Aiguo. The No. 03 anemometer has been working continuously for five years and has never had any problems."

Before entering the office, the team leader had retrieved all the data from anemometer No. 03, and he was also aware of the farmer's concerns.

"Has the driver been in trouble? Should we send someone to rescue him?"

The farmer did not answer him. Instead, he closed his eyes and thought for a moment, tapping his fingers on the table.

After a long time, he opened his eyes: "Where's the old cat?"

"Captain Cat is still on surveillance duty."

"Tell him to hand over the work to Team 2 and report to me." The farmer paused for a moment and emphasized: "Immediately."

"Yes!"

In a dormitory in Beijing, Lao Mao was holding a telescope and staring at the tube-shaped building opposite.

Of course, he couldn't see what was happening inside the tube building, but he could see the monitor on the big tree.

Although the diapers meant the monitors didn't have to get down from the trees as often, the surveillance that lasted nearly a month had left everyone mentally exhausted.

"When will this end? Our superiors haven't told us why we are monitoring this person." The meteorologist next to him sighed while smoking a cigarette.

The old cat put down the telescope and said, "Eggplant, you can go back now."

The weatherman named Eggplant was startled. He quickly threw away his cigarette butt, stood up, and said nervously: "Team Leader, I'm just complaining. You may not know that I just got married and haven't been home for a month."

"Go back."

Eggplant was about to explain, but when he saw the old cat staring at him, he shrank his neck in fear, turned around and was about to leave.

The old cat called him again.

"Hand over your gun."

"Team leader, I..." Qiezi knew very well that handing over his gun meant he would never be able to perform field missions again. It took him three full years to get the chance to perform field missions, and he was too unwilling to accept that.

"Hand it over." Old Cat's voice was not loud, but his tone was unquestionable.

Eggplant had no choice but to draw his gun and place it on the table. He turned around and saluted Old Cat, then opened the door and left quickly.

At this time, an old comrade with a Mediterranean hairstyle handed the binoculars to the comrade next to him, and came over to give Lao Mao a cigarette: "Team Leader Mao, Eggplant is still young and has always been very positive. It's just that his temperament is not stable enough. We just need to polish him more, there is no need to kill him with one blow."

stab.

Lighting up the cigarette with a match, Lao Mao took a deep puff and exhaled, "I don't doubt Qiezi's enthusiasm, but in our line of work, enthusiasm alone is far from enough. Letting Qiezi withdraw from the field work is for the consideration of the field work team, but also to protect him."

Eggplant was brought up by old comrade Mediterranean. Old comrade Mediterranean also knew that what Old Cat said was the truth, but he just couldn't bear to do it.

He sighed and was about to turn around when he heard footsteps outside.

The footsteps sounded strange and a bit messy, but each footstep was in a fixed rhythm.

"It's someone from the station." Comrade Mediterranean made the judgment.

"We were on a mission, and someone suddenly showed up at the station. Could something have happened?"

Old Cat grabbed the pistol with one hand and opened the door.

"Comrade Old Cat, the farmer wants to see you, now!"

(End of this chapter)