Anti-hero of a certain comic

On the third day after arriving in Russia, Leo enjoyed a sumptuous breakfast with local characteristics in a luxurious suite.

There were pancakes with applesauce, rye bread and a cup of black tea, during which he firmly declined the herring salad recommended by Anatole.

That's right, this key member of the Sontsevo Brotherhood came and knocked on the hotel room door early after Leo refused to meet the passionate Ukrainian girl with him last night.

"I'm going to enter the Gulag prison today. The general plan is this. Anatoly is responsible for getting a UAZ469 Russian police car, and then gives the AK47 in the car to Digel, and Felicity settles the prison. With the electronic monitoring system inside, we can get on a plane and leave the country in twelve hours."

Leo wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, a relaxed smile on his face.

As if this was a youth trip rather than a trip to one of the most horrific prisons in the world.

Felicity and Diggle, both members of the temporary team, nodded with serious expressions.

During the time they came to Russia, they gradually understood the complex face hidden under Leo's gentle smiling face.

Especially the latter. Although Digel still does not trust the young leader of the White family, it is undeniable that the other party does have strong leadership capabilities.

He always seems to be able to make plans in an orderly manner, then arrange everyone's positions and execute them in a simple and effective way.

"The specific plans are all in Felicity's computer. Remember, if we keep a low profile and attract the attention of the KGB, we may have to risk being shot down by MiG-29s and bypass the Russian air defense system."

It was rare for Leo to show off his dry humor, but unfortunately no one bought it.

"How are you going to enter the Gulag?"

Felicity asked softly, finally feeling the thrill of being an agent on a mission.

However, as time went by, the novelty gradually faded away, and a strong sense of tension arose spontaneously.

After all, this is not the United States. If any accident occurs, they may be regarded as spies or terrorists.

At the least, they could be put in jail and tortured severely, or at worst, they could be shot on the spot and die in a foreign country.

If she hadn't seen Leo's calm and relaxed look, Felicity might have been worried to a higher level.

"Generally speaking, the easiest way is to buy enough heroin from Anatoly, then call the police and be arrested by the Moscow police. In this way, you can successfully enter the Gulag. However, this requires interrogation, identity questioning, and background checks. Waiting for multiple steps takes too long and is inconvenient.”

Leo tapped his fingers on the table and said softly: "So I will take the blame this time."

Anatoly promptly took out the ID card he had prepared. It had a photo of Leo himself, but his name was "Sergei Anatoli Vasilyevich".

"Sergey is a good young man. Every time he clashed with the Chechen militants, it was the bravest one who committed murder and drug trafficking. He was imprisoned in IK28, which is the highest security level in the current Gulag prison system. one of."

Leo nodded, obviously no stranger to the ik28 mentioned by Anatole.

The prison is located in Yeltsevo, north of Arkhangelsk near the Arctic Circle, and houses more than 1000 prisoners.

It also happened to be where Leila Michaels was imprisoned, and he had many acquaintances there.

"There will be an opportunity for a visit today. You can exchange identities with Sergey. The four prison guards present are friends of the brotherhood. They will pretend that nothing happened."

Anatoly has rich experience and arranged all these clearly. Finally, he specially reminded, "ik28 will check the prisoners every three days. The prison guards in each prison area are on duty in shifts every week. You can only stay in the prison at most." Two days, otherwise it will be difficult for the brotherhood to wrap up.”

Leo raised the black tea in his hand, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Then from now on, I will be Sergey."

After several hours of driving, Leo passed through the vast snow-covered wasteland and finally saw a lonely construction camp.

The surrounding area is dotted with villages, and the area near the prison has been cleared and a high barbed wire fence has been erected, with a row of wooden fences inside.

Warning posts were located in all directions, and two PK general-purpose machine guns were set up without any cover. The cold muzzles showed a silent deterrent.

Leo's black car stopped at the door, and after being searched by the guards, he entered the prison.

He soon saw the real Sergey in a room. He was muscular and had typical Russian features, with sunken eyes, a high nose, and soft wavy hair.

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sp;The two looked at each other and exchanged clothes without much exchange.

The whole process was quiet and fast, with the two prison guards holding their hands behind their backs and looking calm and indifferent.

Before coming, Anatoly, who is a senior cadre of the Sontsevo Brotherhood, said something very correct.

There's nothing money can't buy in this country

The red empire that once stood in Siberia could not escape the corrosive assimilation of sugar-coated bullets even after it fell apart.

Five minutes later, Leo became a prisoner in this prison.

Wearing a gray prison uniform, he was led by prison guards into a dark and small cell.

“Sergey went out to be cool again”

One inmate said in Russian, his mouth seemed to be full of phlegm.

The remaining people seemed not to be surprised. Although the Gulag prison system preserved by the government was tightly guarded and had a high security level, it was only for important prisoners.

If ordinary criminals have a strong background, they can indeed bribe the prison guards and take advantage of the gap in checking the number of people every three days to find someone to replace them and go out for activities.

"How much will the new guy pay you if he's a Yankee?"

There was a bald man lying on the bed and asked maliciously.

He has an eight-pointed star tattooed on his arm, a sign of being a gang member.

Leo has learned about Russian gangs and knows that [-]% of criminals get tattoos in prison, and they are very particular about it.

For example, the tattoo is from the Orthodox Church. The more tattoos on the top, the more crimes have been committed; the eight-pointed star represents a gang cadre, and the poisonous snake symbolizes drug dealers; the fingerprint cross represents a prison sentence, and the cross of the skull and legs represents life imprisonment.

The tattooed dagger refers to the killer in the prison. The different positions of the dagger represent the level of the killer, and so on, just like the established rules.

"I want to know how to meet Vyacheslav Ivankov."

Leo ignored the bald man and instead asked the prisoners in the cell in Russian.

He stood at the door, wearing a gray prison uniform, but he felt inexplicably looking down from above.

"Can't you hear me talking to you? If you want to see Ivankov, let me help you."

The bald man smiled fiercely, made a fist with his hand, and made a "click" sound.

Several prisoners who originally wanted to watch the show shrank their heads when they heard Leo mention the name Vyacheslav Ivankov.

"So do you have to follow the routine? I ask a question, and then someone comes to find trouble. I beat him up hard, and you will answer obediently."

Leo shook his head and was speechless. When he saw the bald man rushing up, he ducked to avoid a punch.

In his eyes, the opponent's speed was too slow. He reached out and grabbed the bald man's thick arm, held down the shiny head with his other hand, and slammed the iron door of the cell.

bang dong

A harsh sound spread, and the prison guard glanced at it casually, then looked away.

They don't care about fights. Every week, several bodies are taken out of this prison, and then a bunch of people are brought back.

For example, it is normal for prisoners to conflict and fight with each other. As long as the number of prisoners does not exceed a certain size and cause a riot, the prison guards will turn a blind eye.

click

Leo seemed to have understood the rules of the Gulag. He raised his foot and stomped down hard, directly breaking the bald man's calf and tibia.

"Be quiet, if you call me again I will break your other leg."

Leo casually pulled a towel off the bed and stuffed it into the bald man's mouth.

The fierce skinhead member bit the rough towel hard, and a large amount of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He looked at Leo with a smile on his face, nodded in great panic, and tried his best to hold back the screams caused by the severe pain.

"Who will answer my question now?"

Leo patted the bald man's cheek with satisfaction, turned around and asked.

"Mr. Ivankov is in Ward [-]. This is Ward [-] but there is a fighting competition at night. You can see him there."

An old man put down the economic problems of Soviet socialism in his hands and said softly.

Leo glanced at the Stalin book and asked curiously: "Why did you come in?"

"Making reactionary remarks."

The old man chuckled and continued to hold the book, covering his face.