At 12 o'clock in the night, there were not many people on the streets of Moscow. Most of the bustling people during the day had gone back to their homes to rest. There were only a few young people wearing Adidas striped pants wandering around on the streets with wine bottles in their hands.
The trauma caused to the city by the Battle of Moscow decades ago has long since been erased, and the red flag flying over the Kremlin has been replaced by the tricolor flag.
Under the dim lights, there is a small bar that is not easily noticed by people. Two young people with two different skin colors, one yellow and one white, are still sitting at the bar, exchanging glasses.
"Hiccup... drink, Lin! We are the best comrades. To celebrate the upcoming anniversary of the great victory, drink! Continue! Hiccup..."
Rosov, Lavrinenko's great-grandson and Lin Jie's college classmate, is a young man who is addicted to alcohol. Drinking vodka is like drinking boiled water. He can blow two whole bottles into his mouth and still remain conscious and standing.
Lin Jie, who saw this scene for the first time, once regarded him as a god.
But as a classmate and die-hard best friend, Lin Jie still had to persuade this good comrade and brother of his. You must know that this guy has finished his fourth bottle of vodka tonight. Lin Jie is afraid that if he drinks any more, he will be killed.
.
"Fuck! You can't drink anymore. Do you want to lie down in a coffin or be cremated? Do you want to die?!"
Lin Jie, who had scolded Rosoff and snatched the bottle away, was about to say something more, but he was overtaken by Rosoff, who was slightly drunk and blushing.
"Hiccup... I... hiccup, I said Lin, ah... I just wanted to say something, damn... hiccup... I forgot... I actually forgot.
..”
Rosoff poked his head with his finger and tried his best to think about what he wanted to say just now. His face was flushed with the smell of alcohol, and it was obvious that he had forgotten something after drinking too much.
At this point, there were not many customers in the bar, and only Lin Jie and Rosoff were left at the nearby tables and the bar.
The TV set in the bar was playing a Japanese anime CD that the owner's son loved to watch. At midnight, the kid who didn't know how to go to bed was still watching it with gusto and was extremely fascinated. The sound of the TV was turned up quite loudly and even had a loud speaker.
the taste of.
"I'm so HIGH, hahahaha..."
"Oh hiccup... By the way, I remembered what I wanted to say just now."
Almost at the same time as the animation sound played on the TV, Rosoff finally remembered what he wanted to say and then turned around and said to Lin Jie with a serious face.
"It will be the Victory Day of the Great Patriotic War soon... Hiccup, I have to tell you some common sense, lest... hiccup... lest you be laughed at when you attend the ceremony."
Rosoff, whose consciousness was becoming more and more fragmented, almost fainted on the bar, but he didn't know what kind of strength or will supported him to finish speaking. In Lin Jie's opinion, his mouth continued to be full of words.
The smell of alcohol kept coming.
"In Russia, you can only be played... Bah, that's not the sentence, the damn Yankee game... hiccup... played too much."
"You have to remember, Lin... Hiccup... We have only three cities in Russia, and that is Moscow, Volgograd, and other cities! When it comes to these three cities, you are not... Hiccup.
.. If you weren’t a spy of a NATO lackey, those guys from the FSB wouldn’t have captured you. You are my best comrade! Why should they capture you... Hiccup... Take out my great-grandfather’s hero medal,
They have to thank the great martyrs, why should they arrest my best comrade!?"
"..."
Rosov, who was mumbling nonsense and had already begun to talk nonsense, finally could no longer hold on to his dizzy body. He tilted his head and fell directly onto the bar counter, snoring loudly and falling asleep on the spot.
Lin Jie, who had long been accustomed to this kind of situation, knew that it was time for him to take action again. He sighed softly and took out his wallet. He handed a ruble with a face value of 5,000 to the man behind the bar who was playing on his mobile phone.
The male owner and bartender of Haihun Shirt handed it over.
The boss who put down his cell phone took Lin Jie's hand over the banknotes and glanced at Rosoff, who had passed out. He then blurted out his kind words to Lin Jie in front of him.
"You'd better pay more attention to him. Last week there was a guy here who drank and got a perforated stomach, which is similar to what he's in now."
After listening to the boss's advice, Lin Jie then stretched out his palm and slapped Rosoff hard on the top of his head. Unfortunately, Rosoff, who was sleeping like a dead pig, did not react at all to this and still snored loudly.
Lin Jie, who spread his hands facing the boss, could only give him a helpless smile that said, "I can't help it."
"Okay, will you take him back?"
"Of course, otherwise would you still leave him here with you?"
"Well, please pay attention to safety on the road. There are a few drunkards around recently who are short of money to buy drinks."
"Ok, thank you."
After receiving the change from the boss and opening his wallet to collect the money, Malashenko unexpectedly discovered something was not right.
"It... seems like you have too much money, boss."
"I didn't find much. You are from China and you studied at Moscow State University before, right? You and Rosov used to come to my place to drink often, but I still remember you two."
Malashenko, who had just arrived in Moscow during the day and was dragged to his old place for a drink by Rosov at night, was a little confused. The owner of this small bar actually recognized him after several years, which really surprised him.
"I'll pay for today's drinks! I'll buy you two a drink each! China and Russia are friendly, comrade."
After looking at the right hand that the bartender boss extended to him, and then at the stack of banknotes in his hand, Lin Jie came to his senses and quickly put it into his wallet and put it away, holding it together with the boss.
"Second Lieutenant Magrov of the 7th Guards Airborne Division, although it is only the past tense. To be honest, I am envious that the red flag still continues in your motherland. It is a pity that for me, time has stayed forever in the time when I was still a recruit.
Already."
The bartender boss spoke without any warning, making Lin Jie a little at a loss. He didn't know how to answer for a while. In the end, the boss smiled boldly and took the initiative to step forward, patted Lin Jie on the shoulder and sent him out the door.
Carrying Rosov, who was 1.9 meters tall and weighed 150 kilograms, on his back, he was walking on the streets of Moscow late at night. Lin Jie, who was walking slowly and feeling a little strenuous, was also thinking about what Rosov had just told him.
A sentence that had profound meaning, something that I had never heard or even noticed when I was studying abroad in Moscow.
"There are only three cities in Russia, Moscow, Volgograd and other cities."