Struggle in Soviet Russia

In the misty drizzle, a black umbrella moved slowly in the dark streets.

Under the umbrella, Victor was not wearing a uniform. He was holding the handle of the umbrella with his right hand, and under the armpit of his left arm was a bulging bread bag. The bag was not real bread, but he had just brought it back from the logistics and supply department of the committee. some fruits.

At this time, the sky was already dark, there were not many pedestrians on the street, and because of the rain, everyone hurried home, all rushing home.

At the corner of the street, there was a low-lying alley. Victor stopped when he passed and glanced into the alley.

The municipal drainage in Lviv was not well constructed. The light rain that lasted for a day eventually caused some rainwater to accumulate on the streets, and this alley would have accumulated water due to its relatively low terrain. On the surface of the water, there are some trash such as leaves, weeds, and shredded paper, which looks a little disgusting.

Victor stopped because he was attracted by the sound coming from the lane, and when he turned his head to look over, there were four people gathered in the lane.

Of the four people, three obviously belonged to the same group. They surrounded a young man who didn't seem to be in his early twenties, all of them looked fierce and vicious, and one of them was still holding a dagger in his hand.

Victor knew very well that although the security situation in Lviv today is not bad, it is definitely not good. The changes in the ruling institutions have led to unrest and social unrest. Some restless guys, just Will choose to jump out and make waves at this time, this is normal.

However, it is one thing to be normal, but it is another thing to witness a certain evil happen in front of one's own eyes. If it’s a past life, Victor might choose to escape when encountering this kind of thing. At best, he would help call the police, but now...

"Hey, you guys," he stood at the entrance of the alley and shouted at the three fierce fellows, "let him go, don't make trouble."

The three people looked here in surprise. After seeing Victor's appearance, the one with the dagger spit on the ground and said: "Don't make trouble, why, do you want to be a hero? "

Saying this, he also lit up the dagger in his hand, full of threats.

Victor didn't speak, he squatted down and put the umbrella in his right hand on the ground.

Seeing that he didn't mean to leave, the guy with the dagger put the umbrella in his hand on the ground, then turned and walked over here, without any doubt, when he walked to Victor's side, he really dared to move the knife. These guys who wander on the streets have their own fierceness.

However, this guy only took a few steps forward and stopped suddenly, because he saw Victor lift up the hem of his clothes, revealing a pistol holster hanging from his waist.

"Hey hey!" Raising his hands without hesitation, the dagger in his hands also fell into the water. The guy who had a fierce look at first stunned in an instant. He waved his hands and said in a flustered tone, "This Mr. Li, don’t be impulsive, we will leave here and we will definitely not cause you trouble."

Victor still didn't speak, he put his hand on the holster and looked at each other calmly. That’s right, these guys who wander on the streets are ruthless enough to really dare to use the knife, but he, a member of the People’s Committee of the Interior, is also ruthless enough to really dare to shoot. Moreover, according to the current situation, even if he is To kill these three guys on the spot, you don't have to take too much responsibility, and you don't even need to hit a report.

Where is this place? This is Lviv, a place that has just been included in the Soviet Union and the people’s minds are still undecided. As the head of the People’s Committee of the People’s Committee of the Lviv Oblast, in the face of threats, he shot and killed three gangsters. What needs to be pursued Responsibility?

Seeing the three guys fled into the depths of the alley in a panic, and finally disappeared, Victor crouched and picked up his umbrella. Ignoring the young man who was almost ransacked, he turned around and continued. Go forward.

Victor was not interested in sending the three little thieves to the Civil Police Headquarters. For him, there is no point in doing this kind of thing. What he has to do is to formulate a strong action plan as soon as possible to strengthen public security throughout the city. Thousands of these little thieves were all locked into labor camps.

Walking back to the apartment on foot, leaving two sweet oranges for the guard on the first floor of the apartment, Victor took the elevator up to the fourth floor and returned to his room.

When I left at noon, I was drunk and forgot to close the windows. In the afternoon, the windowsill had been wet by rain, and the adjacent floor was also wet. In addition, the room seemed a little cold and damp.

Putting the fruit he brought back on the table and taking off his coat, Victor found a rag and tried to wipe off the water stains on the floor by the window. However, after only two wipes, he lost his patience, and he threw the rag aside, thinking that when he left tomorrow morning, he would notify the service staff of the apartment and let them come and clean up.

Therefore, a single dog is very sad. If you have been alone for a long time, you will often develop a very bad problem, lazy! This is the case with Victor today.

Abandoning the idea of ​​continuing to pack up, I went back to the table and took out a bunch of crystalline grapes from the bulging bread bag, packed them in a crystal tray, and went to the bathroom to wash them. Victor enjoyed it very much. Turning on the gramophone, chose a Tchaikovsky piano music disc and put it on, listening to the beautiful melody, while chewing the grapes absent-mindedly.

The music played for four or five minutes, and six or seven grapes were eaten. Victor, who was leaning on the chair with his eyes closed, was awakened by a slight knock on the door.

At the moment he heard the knock on the door, Victor sat up abruptly. He felt his heartbeat speed up for no reason. At the same time, he also guessed who the visitor outside the door might be.

The heartbeat speeds up not because of the arrival of love, but because of the approach of Aventure, no matter how magnificent Victor thinks of himself, but when facing Ji Ana, he is indeed looking forward to an Aventure. This kind of psychology, it is estimated that any man will have when facing a beautiful woman, otherwise, there will not be so many corrupt officials who fall into the trap of gentleness.

After sitting in the chair for a while, Victor finally got up and walked towards the door.

The person outside the door was indeed Ji Anna, and the moment Victor opened the door, she smiled and said: "Tchaikovsky's "Waltz of Flowers"!"

"Oh," Victor's expression was a bit awkward. The reason for the embarrassment was not because he didn't know what it was, but because the moment he opened the door, he smelled a faint fragrance of jasmine in his nose. Obviously, outside the door. Woman sprayed perfume.

Looking closer, Victor realized that he had guessed wrong. This woman should have used jasmine-scented shampoo. At this moment, her hair is wet, her body is still wearing the **** nightgown that was at noon, and the front and shoulders of the nightgown have been wetted with water and pressed tightly to her body.

"When you hear the music, you know you are back," Ji Ana held a porcelain plate in her hand with a few cheese pancakes on the plate. "It just so happened that I made some cheese pancakes and sent them to you to share."

With that said, she looked into the room and asked, "Don't you invite me in?"

"Ah, of course, please come in," Victor said hurriedly, stepping aside the door.

Ji Ana handed the porcelain plate into his hand, standing on tiptoe, dancing into the room to the rhythm of the piano music on the phonograph. She was two or three steps away from Victor, spinning around in place, and said with emotion: "Your lieutenant's treatment is really good, there is already everything here."

Victor walked to the table with the tray, and smiled and asked, "What to drink? Oh, except for wine."

"It would be great if I could have a cup of coffee," Ji Ana walked to the phonograph, flipped through the discs on the shelf, and said without looking back.

Victor shrugged. He happened to have an Italian-made octagonal moka pot, which was confiscated by the People's Committee of the Interior, and he had never used it.

Just when Victor added water to the Moka pot, the music on the phonograph stopped. Ji Ana was changing the disc. This woman was really familiar.

Xinhuan's piano music is very cheerful, but it is a pity that Victor's appreciation level is not so high, and he can't hear what it is.

"Victor, let's do a dance, how about it?" Victor lit the alcohol stove, before putting the pot on it, he heard Ji Ana say not far behind him.

"Dancing?" Victor's heart beat, then he put the Moka pot on the alcohol stove pretending to be calm, and said in as calm voice as possible, "That's not what I'm good at..."

With that, he turned around, only to find that Ji Ana had walked behind him, not a step away from him.

"How can Russian men not dance?" Ji Ana's big eyes flashed, "not to mention it's just a foxtrot dance. Even if you really don't know how to dance, I can teach you."

Victor still wanted to refuse, but the other party had already briskly made an initial movement of twisting the waist and half-spinning, then stepped in front of him and pulled up his hands involuntarily.

In fact, Victor doesn't know how to dance foxtrot, he did in his previous life, and his predecessor also possessed this skill.

When Ji Ana stepped forward to hold his hands, she felt the softness and warmth of the other's small hands. The rejection that had already been sent to her lips, but he swallowed it back for some reason, and she couldn't help but follow the other's dance steps. Start moving.

The sound of cheerful music rippled around the room. With the sound of the music, two closely fitting figures danced and revolved under the dim light above their heads. The original cold air seemed to be warming up a little bit. .