Returning to the quiet community in the downtown area again, although it has been more than a month, it has changed a lot. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are guards standing guard at the entrance of the community, and the walls are also equipped with inverted spikes, and even supplemented by high-voltage electricity, although this heavy protection will fail from time to time due to the civil circuits used in the community.

Sanjay was in the elevator on the first floor and ran into a depressed Russian girl. In fact, he didn't even ask how old the girl was, and he didn't send anyone to investigate.

"Hi and good evening. I didn't expect to see you here. Waiting for the elevator, Sanjay said hello to her by the way.

The Russian girl's face became more and more sorrowful, and she pleaded, "Sir, please don't drive me away, it's too dangerous here." I don't have a job out of here, and the hooligans out there will eat me. “

Walking into the elevator and looking at the gradually closing elevator door, as well as the sincere eyes outside the elevator door, Sanjay reached out to block the elevator that was about to close, and waved the girl in.

"What's your name?" Sanjay only pressed the girl's floor.

"Olisa Sidovic, sir. Rather call me Olisa. This answer is rare in English.

Sanjay calmly looked at Olisa's reflection on the shiny tin sheet and asked, "Do you speak Hindi or Marathi?" “

"No, I was tricked into coming here. The agent promised to help me find a job, but ......"

"But it's just a bar and Happy Valley, you don't want to do it, do you? So what exactly are you going to do? You must know that I have been away for more than a month, and with the car I left behind, you should not be so embarrassed. “

"The car broke down the first time I drove out. I just left for a while to interview for a job and came back with all four wheels gone. You know, I don't have any cash, I don't speak the local dialect, I didn't call a car dealership, and I went to see it again today, and the car is no longer there. “

Slowly stepping out of the elevator and standing between the two doors, Sanjay waited, looking at his watch.

Olisa, with her head down, followed the leather shoes in front of her out of the elevator, and when the leather shoes stopped, she looked up and found the two standing at the door of her current residence. After hesitating for a moment, Olisa pressed the code she had memorized a long time ago, turned on the door and lighting, and entered the room.

"Two minutes and thirty seconds." Sanjay, who walked in after him, said this sentence flatly.

There was a thud, and the metal door and door frame slammed together. Sanjay didn't care about the little girl who was shivering, but calmly walked to the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator, took out an ice bucket and an unopened bottle of mineral water from it, put it on the dining table, turned around and went to the wine cabinet to pick out a bottle of whiskey, carried two octagonal glasses back to the table, looked at Olisa who was stunned in place, and asked in a surprised tone: "Look at you really look heroic, you really can't even cook." “

"Who said that, I have a chef's brand, although it is Russian." The arrogant tone of the first half of the sentence gives people a feeling of contrast and cuteness, but the second half of the sentence suddenly turns into a whisper.

"Then what are you doing in a daze, go get me some food. Do you know that preparing food for guests is a tradition? Sanjay's face was not red, and his heart was not beating.

Olisa didn't know if she really believed this nonsense, and actually went to make a Russian dinner, maybe her rumbling stomach was the reason.

Sanjay just patiently used an ice hammer to make ice cubes from the ice bucket little by little.

Obviously concentrating on smashing the ice, Sanjay also asked in Russian, "What else will you do?" It stands to reason that Russian food is unpopular, and it is impossible to make you confident that you can get a job in a foreign country. I don't know if it's because I don't speak much Russian, but there are a few pauses in the middle to mix some words from English and Hindi.

Olisa seemed to think about it for a while, and then replied after a while: "Hehe, we really can't make a living in China, so we choose this way to go abroad." Originally, I thought I could send some money home. “

Continuing with the ice-smashing business that never seemed to end, Sanjay asked these small questions: "And when are the other of you going to hide?" After speaking, the sound of smashing ice stopped abruptly.

This sentence seemed to startle Olisa, causing the shovel she was holding to fall on the tiled floor with a screeching sound. Sanjay's closed bedroom door on the back right side was also opened, and a Russian girl in a plaid shirt and blue jeans burst out of the room. Seeing that Olisa had nothing to do, she bent down to pick up the shovel and stood stunned. If it weren't for the sharp knife in the girl's hand, this picture would be normal.

Holding the glass of wine and ice, Sanjay smiled, sat down in his chair and turned to hand the glass to the girl who had just come out, as if he was still a little frightened when he saw the cold glowing knife.

Slowly getting up, slowly taking the knife out of the girl's hand, and stuffing the wine glass into the girl's other hand, Sanjay walked back to the semi-open kitchen with the knife as if he had just finished peeling the fruit, and inserted the knife back into the empty space on the knife holder. "Take a sip of wine to suppress the shock, and then tell me your name before it's too late, beautiful young lady." The voice was obviously very gentle, but it scared Olisa into roasting the sausage.

Putting the burnt sausages on his plate and bringing the prepared meal to the table in the same way, Sanjay placed another glass of wine in the empty seat on the left and sat back in the middle seat, motioning for the unknown Russian girl on the right to sit in the empty seat on the left.

As if she had made up her mind, the girl really sat down, changed her previous nervousness, drank all the wine in her hand in one gulp, looked at Sanjay with a sigh of relief, and said, "My name is Valia Chernovus, a medical student. As long as you don't drive us away, I'm willing to be your mistress. “

Sanjay's calm moment became crying and laughing, looking at the girl with serious eyes on his right, and listening to the footsteps that were quickly approaching his left back. He picked up the wine bottle with his right hand, and while leaning over to pour wine for Valia, he said with a smile: "It seems that you have indeed encountered a lot of perverts in this country. But not everyone here is a discontented beast. “

With a bang, Sanjay didn't even look back, picked up the ice hammer in his hand with his left hand and swung it back, and the absolute power gap smashed Olisa into his own small pan and knocked him away. Without a hint of resentment, he turned to look at Olisa, who was covering her mouth in surprise, and with a smile she had learned from Ganeshna, she once again invited her to sit in the empty seat on the left.

Sanjay took out a delicate business card holder from his arms with his right hand, handed out a business card for each of the girls on both sides with one hand, and then sat upright and said solemnly: "My name is Sanjay Sharma, and I am the CEO of Baraji Pictures." If you two are willing, I'd like to sign you into our company as actors. “