I walked into the house, and Ivan, after hugging me and the oil bottle, pointed to the man with the AK-74 who opened the door for us, and said, "This is Aliyev." The one upstairs was Manjuk. After speaking, he looked at Aliyev and said, "This is a gypsy." You will then be at his beckon. ”

I shook hands with Aliyev, this guy is a strong man. He was tall and big, like Valery, but unlike Valery, his hair and beard were neatly groomed.

"Former soldier?" I gestured to his hand with the gun. I noticed that at this moment he had the gun across his chest, his fingers lightly resting on the trigger guard, and the muzzle of the gun was slightly lowered. This posture is a habit, and generally speaking, those who can have this habit are trained.

"I was a soldier. 4th Guards Tank Division. Aliyev said proudly.

"I've heard of this unit. Very famous. I nodded.

After Ivan's introduction, he said, "I'll show you around here first." ”

I looked at the oil bottle, "Get the submachine gun out." The others are put down first. ”

The oil bottle took out a handful of scorpion and handed it to me. I took the gun, took off my coat, then slung it cross-body and put it back on, then put the magazine in my pocket. It's not very warm in this room, at least it's a lot colder than the average person here in this season. Presumably, no heating equipment was used to keep it unnoticed.

When I was ready, I looked at Ivan, "Let's show me another partner first." And everyone's family. ”

Ivan nodded and led the way out, and I took two steps before speaking, "You come in, what about your newlywed wife?" ”

Ivan looked at me and said, "She's here now, too." Stay with everyone. So.. Actually, we all hope and are glad that you and the oil bottle can help. ”

"Why do you do this? How long have you been married? Is there half a year? You should get out of here with your wife. Stop doing this with that old fellow. I said.

Ivan smiled and said, "I think so a lot, too. But maybe we are born with the genes of fighting with the Yankees and NATO. As long as they are involved, there will always be many people who are willing to come out and fight against them. ”

"So you're one of them?" I smiled helplessly.

"Of course!" Ivan smiled. He led me to the attic first. The man in the attic was still staring intently outside. It's so small that you can't walk up straight here. The man was a tall, thin man nestled in front of a small window, holding an SVD with a scope, an AK-74 and a telescope on a low bench next to him.

"Manjuk, this is a gypsy. That's a drag bottle. Ivan introduced.

I shook hands with the manzyuk, and he smiled and said, "I've heard people talk about you a lot. I went to Chechnya in '94. ”

"Then you're a senior. I went the second time. With Paul, they. was hunted down for more than half a year. Ha ha. I smiled.

"I know that. It's not a good place for anyone. Manjuk said, and that expression showed that it had left him with a bad memory, a very bad memory.

I reached out and shook Manjuk's hand again, "It's all the same." Nice to meet you. ”

"Okay. Then you keep an eye on this first. Ivan said and quickly descended the stairs with me and the oil bottle.

Going down to the attic, Ivan said, "I'll take you to see a big family." With that, he walked to the back room. The room was large and directly connected, but so far I had only seen the door we had entered.

"Is this the door here?" I asked.

Ivan shook his head, "Of course there is an entrance. But it wasn't such a door, and it was going to be an emergency escape route according to our arrangement. ”

"Take me to see everyone first." I nodded.

After leaving the foyer, and walking a little further into the house, I saw Natasha busy with an elderly woman.

Natasha quickly heard our footsteps and turned her head to look. After seeing me and the oil bottle, he smiled happily and said to the elderly woman next to him, "Mom, Victor's friend is here, it's that Oriental, gypsy." ”

Forehead.. This sounds a bit confusing... The Gypsies of the East... I looked at Natasha's mother, Paul's mother, of course. She is a chubby old lady, and she is completely the image of a round European sister-in-law in her childhood impression. It is said that women in Eastern Europe are like this after getting married and having children, and they will get rich quickly. No matter how good your figure is when you are young, you will quickly become another person after giving birth to a child. Some even have their faces that haven't changed much, but their bodies are much wider.

Natasha and Paul's mom was like that, at least from the face, the old mom was supposed to be a beautiful lady when she was young. Natasha and Paul's eyebrows are quite similar to hers, of course, Paul's guy has to be dressed up to see that if he doesn't embellish, Paul is still a pretty ugly guy. Although he has never admitted this, I have always thought so.

The old mother looked at me and smiled, "Gypsy." He walked up to me and hugged me warmly with open arms and kissed me on the cheek.

Obviously, this old mother is a person who has seen the world. She should know what her situation is, but judging from her performance so far, she doesn't have any overwhelm or excessive worry, and feels casual and confident.

"Hello old mother. Gypsy is my nickname, you can call me Lin. Lin is my name. I smiled.

"Lin? Very easy to remember. It's as easy to remember as the Gypsy nickname. Hehe. The old mother smiled and looked at the oil bottle, "This is your companion?" ”

"Yes. My name is Daniel and they all call me Drag Oil Bottle. The oil bottle smiled.

The old mother also hugged the oil bottle and kissed him. "At a time like this, I'm glad you're here. It's true. The old mother said and looked at Natasha, "Do you need something to eat?" We're doing it. But there's probably nothing too tasty here. Because this gentleman said that it would be easy to be found out if the fanfare was late. Hehe. As he spoke, he pointed to Ivan.

Ivan smiled, pointed to the top of his head and said, "Smoke, and a lot of household garbage... You get the idea. ”

"I understand. Hehe. The old mother smiled, "Victor, that guy once trained me, an old woman... Hehe. The old mother said and turned to get busy again.

Natasha looked at me, "Your retirement is over?" After saying that, he smiled.

"yes. It felt like a vacation from school. I said helplessly.

"The shortest retirement ever."

I looked around, "This is a kitchen?" ”

Natasha shook her head, "It's just that we used it ourselves." ”

"What about the others?" I asked.

Natasha pointed to the inside of the room, "It's all over there." ”

"To be on the safe side, I asked everyone to be as quiet as possible. But fortunately, there are no children who are too young. all

It's an adult. Ivan said.

So I followed Ivan on, and after a while I saw a group of people sitting around in a large room. Most of them are older, but there are one or two younger. Ivan pointed to the older ones and said, "These are Sasha and Valery's parents and aunts. As he spoke, he gestured to a young woman who was looking at us, "You know that." You helped us to get to know me, my wife. The one next to her was my father. ”

I smiled at his wife, "Who's that other young boy?" ”

"Valery's nephew. Just eighteen years old. Ivan said to me.

"Such a big nephew?" I asked.

Ivan shrugged, "He has a sister. As for why there is such a big nephew, you have to ask him yourself. ”

Just then, this nephew walked up to us. He glanced at me and the oil bottle and said to Ivan, "When can we get out of here?" ”

Ivan was obviously impatient with the little friend, "Leave? It depends on how you leave. Some ways may not be what you want to see. ”

"Where's my uncle? Why isn't he there? ”

"You'll see him soon. But don't ask me for the exact time again. I'll tell you when it's time to tell you. Now sit back and look for a book or just take a nap. Don't think of this as a summer camp, and don't treat me like a counselor or even a babysitter. Ivan said politely.

"Hey! Stinky boy. Can't you just talk to this young man properly? If I were like you, like you since childhood, do you think you can survive to this day? ”

Forehead..... The little nephew didn't speak. Ivan's old father has already been scolded.