Shamilov put a mustache on his mouth, a long-haired cotton hat, and a cane, which made him look a bit funny.

I looked left and right in the mirror for a long time, and I was very satisfied with my makeup skills.

If Babulev's men did not recognize him for a few minutes he would have a chance of escape.

When he walked onto the street, he deliberately stooped his body to make himself look old, like a waning old man.

Now you can go to the trading area to find the Chinese young man.

Shamilov took a bus and came to the Amur River.

The Soviets called Longjiang instead of Longjiang and called it Amur River.

At this time, there were already many Buzhou citizens and traders walking on the ice towards Daheihe Island on the Amur River, and some were also driving to Daheihe Island. The river was bustling with people.

The market opens at half past eight in Daheihe Island, and it is now eight fifteen.

According to Shamilov's calculation, he walked to the entrance of Heihe Island and the door opened just in time, so there was no need to waste time and increase the danger.

Shamilov blended in with the crowd and arrived at Daheihe Island in more than ten minutes.

When he stepped onto the entrance of Daheihe Island, Shamilov's heart suddenly jumped into his throat. If he hadn't shut up quickly, his heart would have flown out of his mouth.

Because outside the entrance gate, there were two big men standing conspicuously on both sides of the entrance, watching eagerly at the people entering Daheihe Island.

His intuition told him that these two guys were Babulev's men, and they also participated in the attack on him yesterday.

In order to prevent the other party from finding out, he must act more like himself as an old man.

Shamilov, who was leaning on crutches, suddenly slipped and fell onto the ice.

Then he clumsily stood up for a long time like a turtle lying on his back on the beach.

The two big men looked at his clumsy appearance and burst into laughter.

A girl wearing a white mink coat and a white long-haired mink hat probably couldn't bear it. She walked over from the crowd of people who turned a blind eye and helped Shamilov up.

Shamilov was about to say thank you, but when he saw the girl's face, he suddenly lowered his head and said thank you in a hoarse voice.

"Let me help you in." The girl enthusiastically helped Shamilov into the entrance.

Shamilov's heart calmed down after setting foot on Daheihe Island. After entering the trading hall, when he was about to thank the girl, a vicious voice suddenly came from his ears: "You bastard, you are still pretending!"

Then my ears hurt.

Shamilov grinned on the spot: "Let go! If you don't let go, it will fall."

"Let go! You damn thing, just wipe your mouth after eating and then disappear with me. Let me see if you are still missing!"

"Nisha, if you have something to say, please release your hands first."

"Let go? What if you let go and run away again?"

"I promise not to run away."

"If you run away again today, you will either stay here on the island or go to China. I will lead someone to wait for you at the entrance. I will see how you get out." Nisha sent Shamilo away and grabbed hold of her.

husband's hand.

Shamilov rubbed his ears that were almost pulled apart by Nisha: "Nisha, how did you recognize me?"

"I recognized you from the moment I stepped onto the river, because you have characteristics."

"Does it have characteristics? What characteristics?" You must know this in order to avoid being recognized by Nissa in the future.

"Of course I can't tell you this. Tell me why you are avoiding me?"

Today, Nisha was wearing a white mink, which showed a somewhat luxurious temperament and looked very pleasing to the eye.

"You still blame me. Look, your brother wants to strip me naked and freeze me into an ice sculpture outside. How can I do it without being a cat? I can't fuck him!"

Nessa laughed loudly: "Who made you disappear recently? In fact, my brother just wants to catch you back and marry me. How could you freeze to death? What should I do if you freeze to death?"

Hearing that Babulev had this idea, Shamilov breathed a sigh of relief: "How did I know? If I had known this was the case, I would have avoided it. At worst, I would have suffered a loss and married you back."

"What? Say it to me again!"

Nisha stared, and the shadows of a group of people unexpectedly appeared in her eyes.

The group of people stopped in front of Shamilov with dignity.

Nisha involuntarily shrank towards Shamilov.

The aura of these people in front of her was very powerful. She had also felt this aura from her brother, but the difference between her brother's aura and the aura of these people in front of her seemed a bit bigger.

"Shabilov, did you bring me any good news today?"

"Of course there is good news."

Wan Feng nodded: "Let's talk over there."

Shamilov turned back to Nisha and said: "Nisha! You wait for me here, I will make a deal."

"What if you run away again?"

"Promise not to run away. Didn't I say I will marry you in the future?"

"How do you expect me to trust you?"

Wan Feng looked at Shamilov funny.

There are more women than men in the Soviet Union. Many women cannot find men, and even if they can find them, they cannot keep them because there are too many temptations outside.

This created a situation where Soviet women were worried about getting married and pursued men.

"Your fiancée?"

Shamilov nodded.

"Yes, although his appearance is a bit ordinary, he has the appearance of a prosperous husband."

Shamilov was a little confused: "What is a prosperous husband?"

"You Soviet people don't understand these things. That is to say, if you marry such a wife, your career will get better day by day."

Shamilov's eyes flashed: "Really? Why don't we have such a statement?"

What do you know except your head? When our Chinese ancestors began to tell fortunes, you Europeans were still picking fruits from the trees.

Wan Feng and Shamilov came to a secluded corner.

Shamilov took out the cloth industrial distribution atlas from his arms and handed it to Wan Feng.

Wan Feng handed it to Liang Bingyu casually.

He can handle simple spoken language, but he is confused when reading Russian.

"This is a relatively detailed introduction to each factory in Buenos Aires, from the time of establishment to the development trajectory."

Wan Feng snapped his fingers: "Shabilov, you did a good job, Mingdou! Give him the reward."

Li Mingdou took his backpack off his back and threw it to Shamilov.

"I don't think money is of much use to you, so these things will be your reward."

Shamilov opened the zipper of his backpack and his eyes were almost dazzled. Inside was a mess of various small commodities, probably dozens of them, ranging from nail clippers, key chains, chewing gum, toothpaste, toothbrushes, to cans of wine.

The most valuable thing is that there is also a bottle of wine!

It cannot be said that all Soviets are alcoholics, but it is not unfair at all that eight out of ten people are alcoholics, regardless of gender.

"Master Hala!" Shamilov said hello, but he hadn't drank a drop of wine for several days.
Chapter completed!