"Get out! Get out!"

In front of a Khrushchev building built in 1966, two young men in suits and leather shoes were brutally blasted out of the doorway by a middle-aged man in his forties wearing a one-piece pajamas.

"Take you, get out of Khrunichev! Get out of here! Don't let me see you again!"

Two young Russians crashed headlong into a brand-new BMW, looked at the flying contract papers, and shouted in response with some embarrassment and anger: "Plesetsk, you have been swept away by Khrunichev, how lucky are you to be able to work in the United States? What is there for you to stay in such a broken country and place? It is not good for you to be so stubborn!"

"You know the!"

"My name is Plesetsk and it is the name of the first cosmodrome in the USSR. I tell you, even if I die, I will die in this land. Even if I'm dead, you don't want to get a little bit of my bone dust!"

Plesetsk clenched his fist in his right hand, his thumb sticking out between his index and middle fingers, and shouted: "I am just dead, buried in the grave." I'll also use my rotten voice to shout QNMD Americans!"

While Plesetsk was picking up a brick from the flower bed in front of the building, two young Russians finally climbed into their BMW car in a panic and rode away.

"Count you running fast!" Plesetsk snorted and snorted coldly: "A bunch of white-eyed wolves, traitors!"

Plesetsk, who turned to leave, did not see that the contract papers that were falling all over the sky had been picked up by a pair of hands behind his back. After a few quick glances, the owner of the hand couldn't help frowning.

Obviously, whether Plesetsk is responsible for the failure of the Proton rocket launch is a personal judgment that many people have different from the official one. And it is not only the Mole Company that believes that Plesetsk has greater value.

Unlike Mole Corporation, where the first business had to be done by the CEO himself, the Americans are more willing to invest capital here.

Just looking at the brand-new BMW and their strategy of hiring locals, it is assumed that the other party will not rest on its laurels.

If Plesetsk is a person who values his quality of life or academic future, then he will inevitably be moved by going to work in the United States. The sincerity shown by the Americans is not insignificant, but Plesetsk clearly did not waver in the slightest.

Even if he was suspended without pay by Khrunichev and his life in Russia has reached the point where it is unsustainable, this person named "Plesetsk" still sticks to his inner principles.

If such a person doesn't even go to the United States, why would he go to China, which is still a younger brother in the aerospace field?

Dangdangdang –

"Get out, I'll tell you to get out, don't you understand?"

When Plesetsk heard another knock on the door, he angrily opened the door and rushed out in a rage.

"Excuse me, is it Professor Marlin's home?"

When Plesetsk opened the door of his house, he was suddenly dumbfounded to see a polite Central Asian standing in front of the door. He spoke fluent Russian, carried some canned food and pastries, and did not look so decently dressed. Obviously, this is not the villain he drove away.

"Hello, here...... Is it Professor Marlin's home?"

In the angry roar of Plesetsk, who looked a little nervous, he asked again.

"Professor Marlin, I'm Professor Marlin, you're looking for me?" Plesetsk's surname was Marlin, which was quite a special surname in the Soviet Union. Ivan is the oldest Russian surname, and the Marlin is the youngest surname in the Soviet Union.

During the October Revolutionary War, the Soviet Union produced a large number of orphans whose origins were unknown. These people, who were raised by the CPSU, later took the first syllable in the names of Marx and Lenin and combined them to give rise to the surname "Marlin".

In the Soviet Union, Marlin was the most contemporaneous name. And in the same way, when the times passed, they were the first to be abandoned.

"You're Professor Marlin, but I don't think Professor Marlin should be a seventy-eight-year-old man?"

"Then you should be talking about my father. Plesetsk looked up and down at the visitor, a little puzzled: "You know my father?

"Oh, that's right. The visitor breathed a long sigh of relief and laughed: "It was my teacher who asked me to visit his teacher, my teacher is a Chinese who studied in the Soviet Union in the fifties, and recently heard that I came to Russia to do business, and specially asked me to visit Professor Marlin." ”

"I wonder if Professor Marlin is not at home? "Huaxia Chinese

"My father ......" Plesetsk's face darkened, and he shook his head slightly: "You come in first, my father died, in the accident in 1969." ”

"Oh, that's, I'm sorry. ”

"You're welcome, please come in. ”

Plesetsk turned sideways, let the man into the room, then looked at the corridor behind him, and then cautiously closed the door.

"I don't know what you call it, but your Russian is very good, and it even sounds like a dialect of the Derkul River valley, which is where my father grew up. I don't know who your teacher is, but I think my father will be very touched to know his name and still remember. ”

"Oh, my name is Fang Bin, you can call me by my Russian name, Bondarev, I think it's very similar to what I learned when I was in school. ”

"Haha, you're right. The manufacture of rockets and coopers is somewhat similar. ”

Fang Bin's cold joke made Plesetsk smile a little.

"My teacher's name is Wang Yongzhi, who went to study in the Soviet Union from 55 to 60 years, and it was at that time that I met Professor Marlin and received a lot of help from Professor Marlin. ”

"55 years? I have a vague impression that when I was young, I vaguely remember that my father once brought a Chinese home for dinner......"

On this hard day, Plesetsk has not smiled for a long time. But in the afternoon, he laughed heartily a few times.

Although the person who came was a student of my father's students, the gifts he brought were nothing more than a few bottles of canned food and health supplements. Although this Chinese did not play any role in his plight, although the two of them talked about the past of the other two decades ago.

But, for some reason, Plesetsk just felt incomparably fuller.

"Brother Plesetsk, your situation is not very optimistic!" Fang Bin frowned and said worriedly: "Your unit threw such a big accident responsibility on you, not to mention whether you can keep your job, this is not good to deduct the crime of dereliction of duty on your head...... You are afraid that you will be behind the black hands of Dimitrogozin's people who reject Dimitrogozin so much!"

"I am upright and stand straight, all the design drawings in the design institute are there, and the technical things are black and white, right is right and wrong is wrong. It's not my responsibility, why should I be responsible?" Plesetsk stubbornly shook his head and snorted: "Khrunichev has no reason, I will sue them above, there must be a place to be reasonable, right?"

"Hey, Brother Plesetsk, how can there be any reason in Russia now?"

"The ...... of the Soviet Union"

"The CPSU has retreated to the Far East! Now it is the world of the Americans and oligarchs, and they only recognize money, so where can they be reasonable?"

Fang Bin asked rhetorically: "If it is really reasonable, how can the proton rocket fail to launch several times in a row, and how can there be people like Dimitrogozin?"

"Even if you don't think about yourself, you think about your wife and children? If you are targeted by Dimitrogozin, how will your family live, and what will happen to your children when they study and work in the future? You can't ignore this matter, right?"

"Then I won't go to the United States with them, I'm a man surnamed Marlin and named Plesetsk!"

Plesetsk pounded his fists on the table, stalked his neck, and argued with a red face: "Big deal, I will starve to death on Russian soil!"

Fang Bin waved his hand again and again, and asked with concern: "No, didn't you think about going to the Far East?"

"Far Eastern...... Although the Far East will not give me a bite to eat, they do not have any space missions other than intercontinental missiles. An astronaut who doesn't have a space mission, what's the difference between that and dead?"

"Brother Plesetsk, you are a man who stands up to the sky. Fang Bin sighed and said bitterly: "Even if you want to starve to death, you can't wear the hat of the culprit of the failed launch of the proton rocket, right?" No matter what, we have to throw away this hat and let future generations remember that you are a hero!"

"Throw away this hat?"

Plesetsk paused for a moment, and subconsciously shook his head: "There are many of them, what can I do?"

"Justice is at ease in the hearts of the people, and what the official's conclusion is is their business. But who is responsible for the accident is not something that can be clearly explained? As long as we can convince the majority of the people, let the workers of Khrunichev know who is in fact right and who is wrong, rely on the masses, mobilize the masses, and put their conspiracy in broad daylight!"

"We can write letters to various departments, send open letters, post posters, hold rallies and force them to hold a defense meeting to determine the responsibility for the accident after making a big fuss. If there is no such reply, then their conclusions will not be convincing to the public, let alone on your head. ”

"You have to let them know that the one with the surname Marlin has the same iron will as the one with the surname Stalin!"