Struggle in Soviet Russia

A hint of joy flashed on the girl's dirty face. She nodded vigorously and said, "Thank you, sir. I will be back on time."

"Also, tell you that stupid brother, let him rest a bit," Victor turned his gaze to the girl's face and continued blankly. "If he continues to interact with Yuri and those people, he will eat sooner or later. The gunman, perhaps Sankovic’s fate today is his future fate."

Speaking of this, he seemed to have thought of something, and asked: "You don't know about Sankovich's escape, right?"

"Ah, no, I, I don't know, I don't know anything," the girl was startled, almost instinctively squatting.

"Then you know now," Victor said with a shrug. "He has been shot, just over half an hour ago."

The girl shivered, and the two lips, which were originally white due to malnutrition, shook like an electric shock.

Sankovich was one of the three corpses on the river beach before. Two days ago, he fled Shepchenkovo ​​with two pumpkins secretly stored, but unfortunately, he and his two companions estimated that they were Lost in the forest, and after turning for two days, he turned back to the vicinity of Shepchenkovo, and was caught by the patrolling cavalry. As a result, three bullets turned these three unlucky ghosts into three corpses on the river beach.

"Well, go and wipe my Sergey," Victor said calmly when he reached out his hand and patted the horse's buttocks. "It needs warm water, it can't run too close today."

The girl led the horse away, her tall but thin back looked a little sad.

Ignoring the girl who was drifting away, Victor turned and walked towards the wooden hut not far away. As a tug, he had his own special wooden hut in the camp. Of course, the wooden hut was also rudimentary, but because someone helped to clean it, it was Don't look too shabby and messy.

The area inside the wooden house is small, it can even be said to be a little cramped, and because there is only a small partition facing the sun, the lighting is not good, the light in the whole room is very dark, gray, and it feels a little bit Depressed.

In addition, the furnishings in the room are also very simple. There is only a handmade wooden single bed and a handmade wooden table. In addition, there are three simple broken chairs, one with a face. Bracket for the basin.

What's interesting is that despite the simplicity of the furnishings, there are quite a few hanging objects on the walls around the room. In addition to two color pictorials of Comrades Lenin and Stalin, there is also a map and various animal fur specimens.

Entering the house from the outside, Victor took off the military cap from his head and threw it on the table where some documents were placed. He pulled off the top two buttons before he walked to the stand where the washbasin was placed. Washed his face on the side.

With drenching water on his face, Victor took the towel on the shelf and wiped his face. At this moment, the roar of the motor came from outside the wooden house, and there was a metal crash in the middle, which was very noisy.

When he walked to the simple little window, Victor glanced out from the window lattice, just in time to see a tank with a cylindrical turret driving past the dirt road not far from the wooden house, and the smoke from the back of the tank was still there. Slowly diffuse.

This is a tank of the border guards and does not belong to the internal guards. Today, the internal guards of the People's Committee of the Interior are not equipped with such heavy weapons.

Wiping his wet hands clean, and putting the towel back on the basin stand, Victor walked to the side of the bed, squatting down, and dragging out two linen pockets from under the bed.

The burlap bag was a special ration bag for soldiers. It was gray and swollen. He opened one of the bags, rounded the mouth of the bag, and looked at the contents inside. This is a bag of apples, red and fresh apples.

In Shepchenkovo, where everything is in short supply, fruit is definitely a scarce product of a scarce variety. It is unceremonious to say that an apple is enough to get a young and beautiful girl into bed in those elusive trades.

Of course, the scarce items mentioned here are only for the prisoners who have been exiled here. As the lower-level commander of the internal guards, Victor, the big warrior, has a certain amount of ration every week.

I took out four apples from my pocket and put them on the bed. After hesitating a little, I took two back and put them in the bag. Finally, I re-tied the bag and carried the other swollen bag in my hand. Put it on the only table in the room.

With these things ready, Victor walked around behind the table and watched as he sat down on the chair a little tired. He put his feet in high leather boots on the table, leaning against the back of the chair full of wood thorns, closing his eyes slightly, and snoring slightly after a while.

In his sleep, Victor vaguely returned to the era he was familiar with. On the flat highway, the silver-white Land Rover was galloping in the rain. In the driver's seat, he held the steering wheel with one hand, but the other hand was the girl in the vice seat. The commotion under her milky white skirt. In his interest, a huge car tire rolled from mid-air and slammed on the front window of the car with rain, and the picture before him quickly dimmed...

After a while, the picture lights up again, but the visible scene has changed. In front of you is a dilapidated wooden house. A pair of wrinkled and tattered middle-aged men and women shrank in the corner. Next to it, there were two children who looked like thirteen or fourteen, cuddling each other and crying. At the door of the wooden house under the pouring rain, a thin girl was pressed by a burly man in military uniform on the door frame that seemed to collapse at any time. The man covered the girl’s mouth with one hand, and was crazy with the other. Tearing the girl's skirt...

There was a rumbling, and thunder rolled over.

Victor was asleep in his sleep, and he woke up suddenly from his deep sleep. The dazzling light in front of him made him feel a little headache.

With a hand in front of him, he adjusted for a while. The first thing he saw was the two bags on the table.

These two bags were prepared for the girl before. With these items, I believe it will be enough for her and her family to live a comfortable life for a while.

The girl’s name is Anlena, a Belarusian, and her full name is Anlena Antonovna Roskach. She originally lived in Rostov Oblast. Her father was a skilled worker at the Red October Fertilizer Plant in Rostov Oblast. . In 1936, almost three years ago, he was sentenced to family exile for being involved in a counter-revolutionary case for a period of 10 years, and he could not leave the place of exile during these ten years.

Victor has a big secret, that is, he was not originally a person in this world, he just woke up in this body just a month ago.

In the first two weeks, because of this inexplicable journey through rebirth, his whole person was in a state of almost madness, and he did some absurd and unscrupulous things. Everything that appeared in his previous dreams was His personal experience.

Stretching his waist, standing up from the hard chair, Victor let out a sigh of relief. He walked around the table in front of him, walked to the door of the room, and the moment he lowered his head and crossed the threshold, he saw An Lina sitting on the corridor outside the door, carefully mending a tattered gown. At first glance, the little gown belongs to the child, but I don't know if it belongs to her brother or her sister.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Anlena hurriedly stood up. She put the little coat in her hand on the railing of the corridor, with her hands hanging in front of her abdomen, and her head hanging slightly, not daring to look at Victor who was almost standing in front of her.

This girl, who was only 18 years old in one month, was hired by Victor with six potatoes a day. Her daily job was to take care of the horse named Sergey, and at the same time, she washed Victor. Shabu live.

Although in the stormy night two weeks ago, the drunk Victor brutally assaulted her, but at noon the next day, she dragged her wounded body and appeared in front of the wooden house, numbly doing the almost humble job. . As a prisoner in Shepchenkovo’s exile, Anlena may have never considered how precious her chastity is, let alone how heavy her dignity is. She only knows the six potatoes per day. Let your brothers and sisters survive, so as not to starve to death in a certain early morning or evening.

This job is very important to her.

"Valenka?!" Ignoring the timid Anrina, Victor stepped down the corridor in two steps, standing on the lawn in front of the steps and shouted, "Valenka?!"

"Comrade Victor Viktorovich," not far away, a young man in uniform ran towards this side quickly, with one hand pressing the obviously oversized military cap on his head, and the other holding a water bottle with his mouth. Li replied loudly, "I am here!"

"Let’s see, isn’t lunch ready yet?" Victor said impatiently before waiting for the young man to run closer. Get me those **** potatoes again."

"Okay, Comrade Victor Viktorovich," the young man stopped, shouted, turned his head and changed direction, and hurried away.

When the young man ran away, Victor turned his attention to the girl.

The girl has a standard melon-seed face with a perfect outline, but at the moment this face is dirty, muddy and ash-like at the bottom of the pot, hey, most of the young girls in exile look like this , An ugly or dirty face can really avoid a lot of trouble.

However, even if a face is smeared like this, if you look closely at it, you can still see the girl’s slender eyebrows and straight nose. Even the two pink lips will give people a delicate look. Beauty. The only regret is that the girl's face is too thin, and her thin cheeks are sunken, destroying that beauty.

"Let’s have lunch first," reached out and pinched the girl’s shaved chin, Victor said in a non-sentimental voice, "After lunch, I will take you back."