After sending off Brother Chao, I asked yì to find a place to invite Vidaly and Sergei to have a drink, and Vidaly and Sergei gladly agreed, and Sasha didn't go with us because he had something to do the next day. Vidali drove us out of the airport and found a bar along the way.

The bar is shabby, but it's buzzing with people, with heavy metal music playing on the stereo and a group of young people dancing disco on the dance floor in the middle of the bar. We sat down in a quiet corner, I asked Vidaly and Sergey what they wanted to drink, they said vodka, Tanya called the waiter, I ordered a bottle of the most expensive Swedish Absolut vodka in the bar and some snacks, Sergey ordered another juice and a plate of sliced lemons. Vidaly poured vodka into each of our glasses, Natasha poured another glass of juice for each of us, and Vidaly said, "Peng, I'll teach you how to drink authentic vodka in Russia." After saying that, Vidaly picked up the wine glass with his right hand and a slice of lemon with his left hand, I followed his example, picked up the glass with my right hand and picked up a slice of lemon with my left hand, Danya Natasha and Sergey also picked up the glass, Vidaly raised the glass and said, "Cheers to our acquaintance!" After speaking, he took the lemon to his nose with his left hand and took a deep breath, then drank the vodka in the glass, let out a roar in his mouth, paused, put down the wine glass, took the juice and drank half a glass in one gulp. Sergei also sniffed the lemon in front of his nose and drank the vodka in the glass, but instead of drinking the juice, he directly ate the lemon in his hand, and seeing that I was still looking at them with the cup, Sergei said: "I drink like this to be like a man, don't learn Vidaly to drink juice." Vidali laughed. I drank the vodka in the glass like them, exhaled a breath in my mouth, paused, and then ate the lemon in my hand, I used to drink vodka and always felt a smell of alcohol rushing straight to my head, but this time I didn't have any such feeling after smelling the lemon, especially after killing the vodka, the feeling of exhaling in my mouth was very refreshing. Tanya and Natasha also took a sip of the vodka in the glass and then took a sip of juice, Russians are all heroes in wine, no matter how big the wine glass is, it will be dried in one gulp.

Vidaly poured vodka again into each of our glasses, then looked at each other with Sergei, and the two of them silently stood up and raised their glasses together, and we also stood up, and Vida raised the glass above his head with his left hand, "According to my tradition and Sergei's, this cup is for the sake of our brothers who have remained in Afghanistan forever, and I hope that their spirits in heaven will be at peace." After saying that, he drew a cross on his chest with his right hand, and then drained the vodka in the cup in one gulp, and Sergei Danya and Natasha also drew a cross on their chest and drank the vodka in the cup. I took the glass in my left hand, lightly tapped the wine in the glass with my right ring finger, flicked it three times in the direction of the sky, the ground and the middle, and then raised the glass above my head and saluted before draining the wine in one gulp. Putting down the glass, seeing that several of them were looking at me, I said, "I am respecting heaven and earth, and gods, and you brothers in heaven......" Vidaly and Sergey both nodded at me, and then they shook my hand vigorously.

I asked Vidali: "Have you fought in the war in Afghanistan?" Vidaly replied: "Yes, Seryosha and I (Sergei's nickname) were the lucky ones who came back alive from Afghanistan, it was a nightmare, a painful memory for me and Sergei." Sergei continued: "Sergei and I are from a special forces squad, and there are not many people in our squad who came back alive from Afghanistan. I poured the vodka for everyone and raised my glass, "I have never been in the army, but I admire the military the most, and I salute you with this glass." After drinking the vodka in my glass, I tentatively asked, "Can you tell me your story?" ”

Vidaly pondered for a moment, then slowly told the story of him and Sergei: Sergei and I were eighteen years old that year, we were drafted into the special forces, and after a year of training, we were sent to Afghanistan. At that time, the war in Afghanistan had been going on for several years, and our army was already in the middle of it, and we were not only facing guerrilla attacks, but also all the tough Afghan people. Every night, gunfire rang out in the area where we were stationed, and the next morning we would find a few of our men killed by the Afghans. Our posts, our patrols, are constantly attacked by rockets and cold guns. We simply don't know what we're here to do, what are our specific target enemies? Every day we would go to work as if we were going to work, we would take a helicopter out in the morning, go to a place to strafe indiscriminately, or escort the supply vehicles, and occasionally we would see a black smoke plane from our plane hit by a missile, and we would all come up with the words of Leonid Brezhnev at the beginning of the war in Afghanistan: "This is a nice place in Afghanistan." "When patrolling on the ground, we have to always be on guard against cold guns and sudden attacks fired from unknown corners, once we saw a boy about ten years old standing on the side of the road with bare hands, we didn't care, suddenly the boy took out a grenade from his clothes, pulled the safety bolt and threw it at our jeep, killing two of our comrades on the spot, although he killed the boy, but I can't forget the hatred in his eyes, maybe his whole family has died in this war. In the end, in order to fight for a road with the Afghan guerrillas, our company was parachuted into a high ground, almost face to face with the guerrillas, after three days and three nights of fierce fighting, more than half of our company suffered casualties, and there were only a few people left in our squad, Sergei and I were wounded and transported back to China, and after we recovered, we retired.

After Vidali finished speaking, Vidaly and Sergei hummed a Russian song in a low voice at the same time, in distant Afghanistan, we boarded the black tulips, the glass was full of vodka, we silently lifted into the air, the sad birds flew across the border, carrying the children back to Russia, the black tulips were carrying the soldiers who had fought in Afghanistan, they were now going back to their homeland to sleep in the ground, never to wake up, the broken corpses, no longer able to hug, in the Jalalabad oasis, tulips take off and land frequently, we curse the damn flight, This means that another group of young lives have been lost, and in Sindad, Kandahar and Bagram, we are gritting our teeth again and carrying back our soldiers, who are twenty years old but have died... The low singing voice is full of sadness. I raised my glass, "For peace, for no more war." ”

At this point, the music in the bar changed to a somewhat low and sad one, and Tanya dragged me to the dance floor. Thinking about Vidali's story just now, Tanya and I hugged each other silently, our whole bodies immersed in the sad music. Suddenly, the door to the bar was pushed open, and four guys with weird hairstyles, short leather jackets, and high-top leather boots entered. One of the guys deliberately hit me the back as he passed me and Tanya, and my body was knocked forward, and Tanya fell to the ground. After I helped Danya up, I turned around and looked angrily at the guy in a leather jacket with a cockscomb and studs, and the other three guys with strange hairstyles stopped and stood not far behind the cocktail to look at me, and the dancers on the dance floor left the dance floor one after another, and the cocktail asked me defiantly with disdain: "What's the Chinese?" Not satisfied? I said word by word: "You bumped into us, and you need to apologize." As if he didn't understand, Cockscomb looked back at his companion behind him and said, "What is this Chinese guy talking about?" Say you want me to apologize? I'm so scared. The three guys behind him laughed and coaxed, "Yes, boss, the Chinese Yankees said they want you to apologize." The cockscomb turned his head to me and raised his right middle finger at me, "Oh! I apologize to you. "Before he could withdraw his fingers, I landed a right punch on the left side of his face, and at the same time flew up with my right foot and kicked him down, knocking him down on the head and knocking down his companion behind him. The other two guys who were standing a little farther away saw this and rushed towards me with their fists, I quickly blocked Tanya behind me, and before the fists could fall on me, I heard two screams, only to see Vidali and Schell rush over and knock the two guys to the ground at the same time, the cockscomb head got up and grabbed a wine bottle on the table next to me and rushed towards me, Tanya screamed in fright, Vidali turned around and kicked the cockscomb head out with a beautiful flying leg, Sergey punched another guy who had just gotten up after being hit by a cockscomb's head.

At this time, there was a lot of chaos in the bar, three or four guys who were obviously cockscomb heads rushed out of the corner of the bar shouting, Vidaly and Sergei blocked me and Danya behind them, Sergei said to me: "Peng, you protect Danya, Vidali and I have a good lesson about these sons of bitches, I haven't fought for a long time, and my hands are itchy." I grabbed a bottle from the table next to me. I saw a few beautiful sanda moves by Vidaly and Sergei, and the guys who rushed up later were all beaten all over the ground and couldn't get up. The cockscomb got up, and Vidali stretched out his fist at him, and he was so frightened that he fell down again, and the three guys who came with the cockscomb probably got a little heavier with their fists, and they were lying on the ground covering the sore spots.

Vidaly beckoned over to the waiter who was hiding in the corner, and told him to find the boss, but before the waiter could find it, a middle-aged Russian came over and said that he was the boss, Vidaly pulled the middle-aged man aside and said a few words, the middle-aged man nodded, and then ordered someone to pull out a few guys on the ground. I was about to check out, and the boss waved his hand and said no, this time he invited us. Suddenly, the boss asked Vidali: "What is the number of your troops?" Vidaly and Sergei looked at each other for a moment and then looked at the bar owner, who said: "My name is Viktor, I was sitting at a table not far from you just now, I heard your singing, I guess you should have come back from Afghanistan, just now I saw your action is more certain, so I didn't ask anyone to come out to interfere with you, because I need someone to teach these hooligans a lesson." I want to tell you that I also came back from that nice place. After the bar owner finished speaking, the three of them looked at each other and smiled, and the three hands clasped together.