Mercenary War

St. Petersburg.

Talta opened his eyes. He sat up from the bed and reached for the bottle to touch the bottle. But the weight in his hand made him know that the bottle was empty, so he threw the bottle to the side and hit it. I yawned and looked at the sun outside the window.

After sitting for a while, Talta jumped out of bed and put on a smack coat. Talta felt that the dress might have been washed, so he put it on. After the clothes were taken off and thrown on the sofa, I picked up a short-sleeved t-shirt again, but after discovering that the t-shirt in my hand was more intense, he sighed and took the coat that was thrown out again. Come back and put it on again.

Passing through the glass bottles and rubbish all over the floor, Tarta left the apartment where he lived, walked down the street in the sun, and walked toward the nearest convenience store.

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

Talta put the things in his hand on his feet, picked up a labor report, and directly turned to the advertising version. After a quick swipe, he put the newspapers together and put them as they were, then picked up their own things. Slowly and slowly began to walk again.

The stall owner is already eccentric about this. This dirty, stinky, old man who always exudes alcohol will look at his newspaper every day, but he will never delay too long, so the stall owner will It’s got him to go, an old and lonely old drunkard. He wants to see him and let him see it. Maybe he will freeze to the streets after a drunken winter.

But this time it was a little different. After the drunkard went out, he quickly returned, and then he picked up the newspaper again with a puzzled look and looked at it again.

Finally, Talta rolled up the newspaper and took out one hundred rubles and handed it over to the stall owner. Whispered: “A labor report.”

The stall owner was extremely surprised. The old drunkard smashed his eleven-year newspaper in an unimpeded manner. As long as he put the stall out, he would definitely come to the old drunkard. Today I have to pay for a newspaper.

The stall owner took the hundred rubles very wrongly, and then Tarta turned and left, so the stall owner said loudly: “Your things have not been taken! Also, find you money!”

“No, I will give it to you.”

After a hurried drop of a sentence. Talta went faster and faster until he ran.

I ran back to my home, which I could call a junkyard. After opening the door, Talta was particularly surprised at how he had lived in such an environment for more than a decade. He kicked the garbage on the ground and went to the bedroom. Everything on the bed was thrown aside, and then the mattress was pulled open until a large box was pulled from under the mattress.

Struggling to pull the box out and look at the dusty box. Talta suddenly began to shed tears, and the tears fell on the dusty boxes, becoming a mud point.

Talta opened the box. All the guns were guns, rifles, and short guns. In addition to the guns, they were silencer bullets. After touching the six guns in the box, Talta re-closed the box.

“The things are still there. I am still alive.”

After talking to himself, Talta nodded firmly and said: “Call and call, let’s go!”

When Talta decided to leave. Gleevav, outside Voronezh, is preparing lunch at his farm.

Gleevav is not like a farmer, but his wife is a very common peasant woman. She is obese and strong, and she can handle it at home or on the farm. Even picking up is also annoying.

“The harvester needs to be repaired. You have to let us fix it. You can’t wait until the wheat harvest is repaired. It’s too late, Olia! Don’t spill the soup on the table!”

Gleevav was very late when he got married, so his child’s age is too small compared to his age.

After helping the little daughter wipe the soup sprinkled on the table, Grevatov continued to drink his soup and listen to his wife’s jealousy.

“Your son always wants to go to the big city. He doesn’t want to stay here, but he can’t read it. If he can go to a big city, you have to take care of him! You can’t let him go all day.”

Grevatov remained silent until he heard the sound of a car outside, and soon, his wife’s free-spirited son returned.

“Dad, your newspaper.”

Gleevav lived outside the city, there was no newspaper to buy, but his son went to school in the city, so he could bring him the newspaper when he came home at night, but today his son came back early. .

Turning over the newspaper, Grevatov’s spoon fell and fell into his soup bowl.

“I’m leaving.”

Speaking to his wife and two children who were still screaming, and found that they did not get their attention, Grevatov raised the volume, loudly: “I have to go, may come back, or may not came back.”

In Moscow, a large supermarket, well-dressed, a gentle and gentle old-fashioned Roztoski sideways escaping a clerk pushing a cart, a chocolate has fallen into his sleeve.

Rootstoski likes to take things under the surveillance camera, although he doesn’t like being a supermarket thief, but by the time he should have lunch, he is going to prepare lunch for himself.

When passing by the shelf of the wine, Rootstoski took a few brands of wine and looked at it, but he was dissatisfied and put it back. Then he went to the vegetable area and picked a fresh one. Cucumber, then he picked a nice apple and a sausage.

Finally, Rotzowski went to the front of the checkout counter and put down a chewing gum. He smiled and said, “How much is the checkout?”

After paying a chewing gum, Rotzowski left the supermarket, and after he looked at it, he began to walk towards a newsstand. When he passed by a man, he quickly pulled out the man. The long wallet in the back pocket of the ass.

After quickly opening the wallet and taking out a ten-rouble banknote, Rotzowski shouted at the man who had left in a hurry: “Hey, hey, stop, young man, it seems like you are falling?”

The young man who was stopped stopped and looked at Roztoski with a puzzled look. Then he noticed his wallet and immediately gratefully said, “Oh, thank you, I am so grateful to you, this is It’s my wallet.”

Rotzowski looked serious: “Be careful, don’t put it in the back pocket, it’s easy to fall out, it’s easy to be stolen. I just got up and see what’s missing.” No.”

After returning the wallet to the young man who was grateful to him, Rotzowski went to the front of the newsstand and took out the ten-rouble super film, loudly: “A labor newspaper.”

Holding a newspaper in the left hand and handing money in the right hand, but there is a magazine that adults like under the newspaper. Rootstoski always likes to play such a small trick.

Rotzowski went to the park and sat down on a bench where no one was sitting. Then he spread the newspaper and magically pulled it out and put it on his published newspaper.

An apple, an orange, a piece of chocolate, a cucumber, a black bread, a bottle of vodka, a small jar of caviar, a small piece of sausage, just enough for a lunch at Rotzowski.

While eating lunch, Rootstoski was appreciating his magazine, and after eating the lunch, Rootstosky wrapped the garbage on the front page of the newspaper and threw it into the trash.

Roztoski read the newspaper and never read the news. He only looked at the advertisement.

When Rotztoski saw the advertisement, he first stunned, and then he held the newspaper and began to cry.

After waiting to cry for a while, Rootstoski took out his mobile phone and dialed out according to the phone in the newspaper. When someone called the phone, he still cried: “Hey, I am a magician, you Who is it, why did you issue a consolidation order, why did you only issue a binding order now, why not issue a summoning order earlier? The thief is dead, he is dead, he has been waiting for someone to call him, but he is dead!”

In the city of Churchkovo, the Russian Military Intelligence Directorate, which is also a headquarters in Gruu, Lebedev left his dormitory as usual and went to the cafeteria to prepare for his lunch.

Gruu was hardly affected in the disintegration of the Soviet Union, and Lebedev, who came here almost from the first day of the disintegration of the Soviet Union, has been waiting until now.

Lebedev has no position in Gruu, but every person who sees him, mainly an officer, will be saluting him, and then he will respectfully say that the instructor is good, only those new recruits I will be curious as to why this old man with a serious face and gray hair always likes to hang out in the soldier’s canteen to eat.

Lebedev didn’t like to go to the officer’s canteen. He just liked to go to the soldier’s canteen.

Although he has no position and has reached the retirement age, Lebedev still has one of his dorms at this base. Only he can wear casual clothes, and only he can enter and exit without any approval from anyone, no matter he I want to go to the cafeteria to eat, it is his freedom.

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

When Lebedev saw the newspaper and found the advertisement, he pondered for a long time, very long.

Finally, Lebedev stood up, put the newspaper in place, and then did not return to his officer’s dormitory as usual, but headed for 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 toward the gate.

Did not say to anyone, no need to report who, Lebedev slowly walked out of the heavily guarded base. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net