Dasha is definitely one of the craziest Lomanov family members I've ever met (or rather, one of the most in their family's fine traditions, if not one). Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIn contrast, her ancestors turned their backs on the Communist Party, singled out a thousand bandits, marched alone into Paris, fought guerrilla warfare in the Ural Mountains, and blitzkrieg the United States...... It's not worth mentioning.

My parents were both high-ranking officials in the Soviet Union, and we can be regarded as childhood sweethearts. When she was in elementary school, she never took a special bus to and from school, which caused many others in the school to follow suit. So, a new wind came out. But I won't mention the safety risks caused by this, and I have been criticized for this.

When you grow up, your home changes. It may take a long time to go from person to person, but it only takes a second for person to go from person to person. I said goodbye to Moscow, and in order to avoid the fate of going to Siberia to dig coal, I chose the Storm Cell, what we called it at the time, the Suicide Squad, and trained there to go to war.

I remember that when I left that day, she came to see me. She was only about 10 years old, but she was able to come to see me on her own, and she wore the most beautiful dress. "You're crazy." All I said to her was, "No one dares to see them off." ”

"I know," she replied with only one sentence, "so no one dares to touch you now, right?" ”

Yes. But I vowed to survive these few years, and it definitely didn't depend on this relationship. In order to go back, to return to the glorious and righteous past, I can never fall. That's what I keep reminding myself. The Storm Team training base is like a full-time military academy cadet class, but the mortality rate is quite high among us orphans and outcasts, and it is a miracle to survive.

I survived, and had the opportunity to meet Comrade Lomanov, Dasha's father, with four or five other outstanding cadets of the Storm Squad junior class. Obviously, he's forgotten about me, and the only thing he remembers is the amazing performance and our instructor saying that "the Storm Team is the only one who can take on the Navy SEALs, and when the elite fighters are successfully trained, we will still have troops against the Delta Commandos!" ”

Everything was fine until the day of the Red Revolution began: Yuri's coup d'état! Everyone in the entire Kremlin was manipulated by Yuri except for a few of us! The helicopters sent only picked up some high-ranking government officials of the Soviet Union and never managed to break through the Moscow fortifications and enter the Kremlin, Yuri took control of Moscow in an attempt to capture Lomanov!

But I hate him. That's right, I hate Prime Minister Lomanov. I still have to save him. I didn't have any other comrades around me, I had to remember to protect him, and it wasn't until he was safe that he remembered that his daughter was also in Yuri's zone, and I had to go back and risk my life to save her again. This time I was hit by three bullets and was in a coma for a month. The doctor did his best and finally said that being alive was a miracle.

Afterwards, I asked Dasha: Why did you stay in the Kremlin and not leave by helicopter? Are you not afraid of death?

"If I'm not in the Kremlin, you won't care if my father lives or dies." I was shocked for a long time.

After that, we didn't see each other in years. She went to the higher education institution that I should have experienced on the road of my life, and I went to the barracks and the battlefield. Since I had already done this at a very young age, and since I came back from the hospital, my health was indeed better than before, and my career and battlefield were all open. The only thing I regret is that my ability to read people is that I always see too many bad things. Every mission Lomanov gave me was aimed at killing me on the battlefield, but I survived again and again. I wonder why I survived.

And then there's ......

"Why are you avoiding me? You have avoided me since you went to the United States 4 years ago, and you didn't say a word to me last time and this time when you returned to Moscow, why? I couldn't make out the expression on her beautiful face, only that her long blond hair fluttered in the north wind. It should have been very cold in a black evening dress and a pair of buckled heels in the cold wind of the USSR, I only remembered about it.

"There's no need." I said, "I was just passing through Moscow to talk to Comrade Lomanov about military issues." Besides, you don't have to follow me. ”

"Don't you understand?!" She glared at me suddenly, tears glistening in her eyes. I didn't know she would cry when she was so big. She snorted and continued to sob, "Can't you all put it down?" Even if it's for me......" she really cried. Crying very sadly.

"Don't have anything to do with your enemy, and if you do, cut it short, don't be soft." It's a quote that someone I don't want to mention told me.

"Go back quickly, Daxia, the winter here is much colder than in China." I took off my coat and put it over Anna, and she grabbed me, and then ......

"Don't do that." I pushed her seductive red lips away, "I don't want to hurt you again in the future." In the future, forget about me. "Actually, there was a moment when I almost kissed back. She's really beautiful today, I don't know why it gives me this feeling I've never felt before.

"You dislike me and fall in love with someone else?" She asked calmly. I shook my head, "No, but I don't want to do something that won't lead to anything." It's not good. ”

Finally, looking at the drunken lights in the hotel, I slowly took out the photo that Uncle Andrei had given me. There are 37 people in the photo, and 25 red crosses are drawn. The person in the middle was circled and painted with a red star.

Putting away the photos, my mind was completely messed up. Darsha's last phrase, "I hate you," and the inscription on the back of the photograph, "For Soviet justice and fairness," have been haunting, circling, and lingering in my mind.

"Hello Comrade Mark Yebka, it seems that you are here." As I left the garden to walk back to the banquet hall, a loud, familiar laugh rang out behind me.