London, a city with a long history of more than 2,000 years, is the most prosperous city in the entire British Isles. The Thames River flows, Big Ben still rings, and only here can he fully feel the glory of the empire on which the sun never sets!

But in the East London borough of Newham, there is a very different picture...... This is the area with the highest concentration of immigrants in London and one of the poorest areas in the UK, commonly known as the "ghetto".

In Conan Doyle's writing, this is undoubtedly the most dangerous place in foggy London, where the famous "Jack the Ripper" once operated.

docker, jig, black ...... Almost all of London's lowest strata of society live here, and of course, Soviet refugees may now be added.

After the collapse of the behemoth of the East a year ago, countless "free" refugees rushed to flee to the West. In London, in Paris, in Amsterdam, in the slums of every big Western European city, you can find many strange Eastern European faces.

......

When an unfamiliar face appeared in Newham, several ill-intentioned blacks quickly gathered around.

However, the blacks took a look at the target's strong muscles and fierce face, and felt that it was a little difficult to provoke, so they dispersed in turn.

This 1.9-meter-tall, dark-skinned, fierce-looking and brutal-looking man was carrying a bottle of wine in his hand...... He just glanced at the blacks and hurried towards his destination...... As Conan Doyle said, this land is indeed full of sin, and he doesn't want to fall here.

Ten minutes later, he arrived at his destination: a low-rise apartment.

The apartment has the style of a 19th-century building, with the lime on the walls peeling off and an unsightly grey, and a few pillars that look crumbling and threatening to collapse at any moment.

The stranger stopped and knocked softly on the door.

"Come in!" a weak, decadent voice came from inside the room.

Pushing open the greasy wooden door, the space inside is unbelievably narrow...... An old sofa has taken up a small half of the apartment, and the rest of the place is piled up with various wine bottles.

Although the invaders did not know much about the types of liquor, it was still evident that these were cheap and inferior liquors.

"Who are you?" Lying on the couch was a gray-haired, decadent-looking middle-aged man wearing a white-haired dock worker's coat.

The intruder couldn't help frowning, and then handed over the bottle of wine in his hand.

"Vodka!" The middle-aged man who was still decaying like an old dog instantly became energetic.

He quickly took the bottle of vodka, bit it open with his teeth, and poured it down his throat as if it were mineral water.

......

"Sergei Ivanovich Pavlov?" the tall intruder, asked softly.

The middle-aged man, who had drunk half a bottle of vodka, raised his head, and his eyes became sharp.

"Born in 1955 in Kiev, Ukraine......"

"In 1976 he began to serve in the Soviet State Security Council......"

"...... in the war in Afghanistan in 1979"

"Awarded the Order of the Red Banner in 1985......"

The big man's voice was calm, as if he was reciting an ordinary resume.

"Who are you...... Scotland Yard or MI6?" roared Pavlov, lying on the couch, now like a polar bear ready to attack, exuding danger from top to bottom.

"Don't get me wrong!" the big man smiled, "I'm just here to admire...... My name is Varian Ureon!"

This does not resemble an Englishman's name, Pavlov thought secretly.

His hostility also diminished a little.

"What do you have to do, Lord Urien?" Pavlov's English was not standard, and a close listening would reveal many grammatical errors.

An envelope was pushed in front of him, and when he opened it in confusion, the whole person was shocked.

The envelope contained £50 bills, almost fifty sheets.

Pavlov's hands trembled slightly, he was now very short of money, very short of money.

"I can't do anything illegal...... but he still has some sense: "Scotland Yard has been eyeing me for a long time, and they want to throw me in Edinburgh Jail...... I don't have the same privileges as those black people, and I have a wife and daughter to take care of. ”

"There won't be anything illegal, I'm a good law-abiding citizen!" said Ureon Masaseki, "I just want to know something...... Do you know Mr. Robert Wilson from Southampton?"

"Mr. Wilson helped me and my wife and daughter smuggle into England a year ago, right in the port of Southampton!"

"Mr. Wilson told me that you were a very good KGB agent?"

"When I was training in Kazan, I was always the first in my class in all subjects. ”

"When you were fighting in Afghanistan, you killed six Afghan fighters trying to break into a barracks on a dark night without any lights...... And was awarded the Order of the Red Banner for it!"

"Yes, I have good hearing, I can locate it by ear, and I killed six terrorists in this way!" Pavlov said with a wry smile: "It's a pity that that the medal was exchanged for two pieces of black bread when I was in Moscow." ”

"And this gun, can you see if it can be used?" said the intruder, who tossed Pavlov a Desert Eagle Mark I pistol, "The recoil is great, but you'd better try using it with one hand!"

Before Pavlov could reply, the door to the apartment was slammed open.

An Eastern European woman barged in.

She wore an open-breasted blouse and a waist-length skirt, with only a padded jacket draped over it...... Bright red lipstick on his lips and foundation on his face can't hide the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

It looks like she should have been a very beautiful hairy girl when she was young, but unfortunately she was only in her thirties, and her face had an old state that did not belong to her age.

Sergey...... I'm sorry...... I didn't know you had guests......" she stammered.

Then, with her head down, she went into the back room of the apartment.

She ...... Sarah...... My wife ......," Pavlov stammered, his head completely bowed.

"Look at the guns first!" the intruder deliberately diverted the subject.

......

"Nothing is a problem. Pavlov replied: "The Desert Eagle Mark I semi-automatic pistol developed by Israel in 1985 does have a lot of recoil, but with my strength, it should not be a big problem to operate it with one hand...... If you don't believe me, I can find a shooting range. ”

"No need, I trust you!" the big man nodded.

"And what do you need me to do for you?" asked the former Soviet veteran softly, "Do you want to be your bodyguard?"

"No......" the other party shook his head: "I just need a little hair from you!"

"Hair?"

"That's right......" The other party took out an envelope again: "It's more than three thousand pounds in total, I want to buy your hair, a little bit is enough!"