I quickly dodged to my left and immediately fired a shot at the old thing, and at the same time as I fired, the gun in his hand went off. All I felt was a chill on the right side of my forehead, something flew out against my head, and the wig on my head felt like it was being moved or something was going through.

I stumbled to my left side. And just as I fell to the ground, I saw the old guy sitting by the door of 120 with his gun and key dropped in front of the door.

I quickly crawled from the ground to Ullman's side, for I saw that the old thing was trying to get his pistol after he had fallen to the ground. However, he was noticeably slower than I was, and I quickly crawled up to him, grabbed him by the collar, and then aimed my gun directly at his chin.

"Don't move. Mr. Ullman! I said again in Russian: "I speak Russian with a Ukrainian accent, but I don't think you won't understand it!" ”

In fact, at this moment, my Russian has been seriously out of voice, because everything in front of me at the moment makes me very excited, so excited that my voice is a little shaky. The feeling was indescribable, satisfying, proud, proud, even a little sad, etc., anyway, all kinds of emotions were intertwined, so that after seeing Ullman's face so closely, the hand of the gun I was holding was shaking uncontrollably, and the index finger kept jumping on the trigger, as if the body was controlled by another person, and this person was constantly trying to pull the trigger and directly pierce the head of the old thing in front of him.

Ullman stopped his movements only after being held to the chin by the muzzle of the gun. He looked at me, squeezed out a smile and said in Russian, "Do it." ”

"Of course." As I spoke, I looked to both sides of the road, and it was obvious that it was not appropriate to continue to stay here.

I stepped back and slowly stood up, the muzzle of the gun pointed at him and moved to the left, "Go." Go to the river. ”

The old creature didn't get up immediately, but reached out and touched his belly. Apparently my shot was more accurate than the one he had with my gun, or better luck, and it hit him in the left side of the abdomen, where he was bleeding at the moment.

"Transport. Luck.. That's good. He looked at me and said, "Are you going to drown me when you go to the river?" ”

"Nope. I didn't think about it that way. I just wanted to ask you a few more questions. I said as I carefully picked up the pistol by the door, "I'm not going to torture you." will give you a good time. ”

The old creature slowly stood up against the wall and gasped, "What do you want to know?" If I'm going to die, why promise you? ”

"Let yourself die with some dignity." I immediately replied, "In my opinion, no matter who you are, you are a powerful person, such a person would not want to die undignified at the hands of his opponent, right?" ”

"Huh." The old creature chuckled a little, then looked at the two men who had fallen to the ground, and said as he moved towards the river, "Everyone else is dead?" I mean the other two? ”

"Dead. Not so long ago. I said as I followed the old fellows and picked up their weapons as I passed by the corpses of the two fellows.

"If you want to know anything, just ask." The old thing paused and said, "I'm old, but I can't last long." ”

I glanced at his left side when he said this, and the blood was already running down his trouser legs, leaving patches of blood on the ground through his shoes.

"Did Kudrya rebel against you?" I asked.

"Kudrya?" The old thing didn't seem to remember much, "The one you killed in America?" ”

"Yes. It seems that you remember him. I said.

"Yes. But I wasn't the one who turned against him. The old thing said and stopped, looking back at me.

"Not you?" I couldn't help but be a little surprised by this answer, "Are you still thinking about nonsense at this moment?" ”

"Huh. Sling the bull? No, I haven't done anything like that in a long time. The old man continued to move on and sat down on a bench after exiting the intersection, "It was the Soviet Union who rebelled against him and his group, and it was themselves. ”

"What? What do you mean? I asked, puzzled.

"Alright. Ask something else. Hurry. The old thing looked down at his wounds, "Or Murphy knows you better, he once told me that in the seventeenth innings there is a bunch of paranoia, a bunch of mad dogs, and you have to watch out for them to suddenly rush out and bite madly at all times." As he spoke, he looked at me, "Originally, I thought that the seventeenth round was completely over, and the so-called mad dog had no teeth." Unexpectedly, there are still people who refuse to give up, and they have found this place all the way. The old man shook his head when he said this, "A pack of mad dogs has left only one wolf, and I don't complain if I lose." He looked at me and said, "What else do you want to know?" ”

"Your real name. I don't believe your name is Ullmann, a name that has a strong Germanic flavor. I said.

"Haha." The old thing suddenly laughed when he heard me ask about it, "It's been a long time since anyone asked me what my name is." He looked at me and said, "I have many names, Ullman, Rostovsky, Petrovich, Kasev, etc. I think you probably know all of this, but do you know what my real name is? I am referring to the name that was originally given by a person after birth by their parents. The old thing looked at me and suddenly looked very serious, and said: "Gavriilvalerie Iglajiev." After speaking, he leaned back in his chair and sighed: "You are right, I am not a Germanic, but a real Slav, Russian!" ”

"And what are you doing this for? That's my last question. I asked.

"Huh. Why have you worked for the enemies of the USSR all the time? The old fellow smiled and asked, "That's an interesting story." ”

I looked around and said, "Tell me a long story, please." I said and pointed my gun at his wound, "I don't have time, and so do you." ”

The old guy looked down at his wound and said, "Of course." I'm good at it, and I hope you'll spread my story in the future, even if it's a big badass, hahaha. The old guy smiled and continued: "Boris Rostovsky is nothing more than a name given to me by my adoptive father. And my real name is Gavriyl Valerie Igladeev. It was my real father who gave it to me. But I guess after today, you're the only one who knows that there was such a person. He laughed miserably again, "I was supposed to be a Russian, and I would never have anything to do with me in my life." If it hadn't been for that war, I don't think anything would have been like this... ”

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