Novosibirsk, the capital of the Siberian region.

It is the largest city in the entire Siberian region of Russia, the third largest city in Russia, and the city where the Budkel Institute of Nuclear Physics, where Alexei worked, and is home to many factories and universities of Russian fame.

"Wait! Moscow?!Aren't we going to some tavern to sign a contract?"

Alexei looked at Frank for some reason, and a hint of foreboding appeared in his heart.

Before that, he had always thought that the tavern that Frank was talking about was located somewhere in the city.

"Yes, is there any problem? The Mandate of Heaven branch in Russia is in Moscow. ”

Frank nodded as a matter of course, glanced at Alexei, who was a little nervous, smiled suddenly, pinched the graffiti paper in his hand and gently patted the back of the middle-aged man's hand, and explained while looking at his watch.

"Don't worry, for long trips, the portkey feels much better than the illusion, five, four, three......"

"Why can't we take the train......

"Because the agreed time for the negotiation is half past eight, the train must be too late, two, one!"

Before Alexei could protest, he felt what seemed to be a hook behind his navel, and with an irresistible momentum, he slammed forward, and his feet lifted off the ground and he flew.

He could feel Frank right next to him, the back of his hand glued tightly to the graffiti paper, the comic strip paper dragging them forward in the whistling wind and swirling colors, and—

It seemed like a long time, and it seemed that only a second had passed, and their feet fell heavily to the ground, Alexei felt his legs a little weak, and staggered forward, but fortunately a pair of strong arms stood in front of him to support him, and did not let him fall directly to the ground.

Alexei turned his head and saw Frank standing firmly on the ground, with no discoloration on his face except for his hair being slightly tossed by the wind. Immediately after, a foul smell of urine entered Alexei's nose, and the man was so frightened that he subconsciously glanced down, well, dry...... It's good not to be yourself.

......

"I mean, you wizards, can't you choose a slightly better waypoint?"

"Sorry, the public toilets are the best to hide, at least there won't be any cameras here. ”

Under the surprised eyes of the homeless man who was sleeping in the toilet, Frank and Alexei pushed open the door of the toilet cubicle, and while arguing fiercely in a whisper, they walked in the direction of the quiet shopping street.

Arbat Street, which is a very famous place in Moscow.

Located in the historic center of the Russian capital, this one-kilometer-long avenue is one of the oldest surviving streets in Moscow, according to records dating back to the 15th century.

Arbat Street is also one of the most popular business districts for foreign tourists and locals alike.

Whether it is a street bar or card bar decorated with flowers, or an elegant and simple street lamp with a round glass lampshade next to a Russian classical building, or a tall, slender and plump Russian girl and a sunny and handsome Russian guy, it is all a flowing scenery.

Now that Alexei and Frank have arrived in a public toilet next to the bar area on Arbat Street, no one would have realized that there were suddenly two more guests from thousands of miles away in the city.

Of course, more importantly, the whole street is silent at this time.

All the shops were closed, the streets were empty and not a single figure could be seen, and the whole city was shrouded in silence, except for the street lamps on the side of the road, which were still faithfully emitting soft light.

Alexei looked down at his watch, eight and three in the morning, a look of helplessness on his face.

"Frank, listen to me, there's something wrong with the appointment you said earlier. ”

"Alright, this is it. ”

Ignoring Alexei behind him, Frank stood in front of a flower shop, beckoned to Alexei, stuffed a piece of parchment into the middle-aged man's hand, looked around with a little vigilance, and said with some excitement.

"Give it a quick read and memorize it. ”

"No, Frank, listen to me...... Hmm, what is this ......?"

Alexei frowned, looked down at the parchment in his hand, the handwriting on it was extremely delicate and small, making him subconsciously think of himself in the textbook of his daughter Danilova, who was still in elementary school, and the content on it was very simple:

The Bolshevik Hammer Tavern is located at 13 Arbat Street, Moscow. 】

"Majority...... Hammer?" Alexei repeated with a strange expression.

"Just remember, don't pronounce it. ”

Frank interrupted Alexei's question with a nervous face, reached out and withdrew the parchment in his hand, and the wand hidden in his wrist touched the surface of the paper lightly, and Alexei saw that the handwriting on the paper seemed to be fading.

Immediately afterward, little by little, the parchment began to disintegrate and disappear, turning into a wisp of dust and drifting in the wind.

"The secrecy work is good, and it would be more mature if we could be cautious in the selection of personnel. ”

Alexei raised his eyebrows noncommittally, and instead of dwelling on this little unscientific matter, he raised his head and looked at the shops around him, who were now standing in front of a flower shop with a large 12 on it.

To his left is a shop selling matryoshka dolls, number 11. To his right is a shop selling paintings and pendants with matryoshka dolls, No. 14, except for Tavern No. 13 on the note.

Glancing at Alexei, who was full of confusion, Frank had an unfathomable look on his face.

"I know you're confused, now you just need to ......"

"Can objective reality be influenced by the observer, and thus the outcome...... Magic, it's funny. ”

Alexei looked past Frank and looked slightly amazed at the tavern door that had suddenly popped out of thin air in the middle of shops 12 and 14, and whispered in a tone that was indeed so.

Visually, it seems that an extra house suddenly swells up, squeezing everything around it on both sides, and there is no change in the surrounding streets, but according to Alexe's understanding, this is mostly due to the fact that he is observing a little more variable in terms of "information flow" than before.

"So, are we going to walk in like this now?"

Alexei walked up the stone steps, looked back at Frank, whose cheeks were flushed as if he was holding his breath, and pointed to the newly conjured door in front of him, and asked with some confusion.

"I guess, what passwords and passwords should be needed...... Or a magic spell?"

There is no keyhole in the door, no letterbox, only a round metal engraving in the center.

“...... That's right, you also need a password. ”

Frank replied dejectedly, pouting and following over, drawing his wand and tapping lightly on the door.

The next moment, Alexei saw the round metal carving suddenly move, and two large circles appeared above the ring, and a standard regular triangle appeared downward below the ring.

OVO: "Who am I?"

Frank cleared his throat and spoke clearly at the round, chubby metal carving.

(Due to the Loyalty Mantra, the contents are not visible at this time)"

With a metallic sound from the chain, the door creaked and opened inward.

Compared to the modest exterior decoration, the scene inside the bar was completely unexpected by Alexei, and the first thing that caught his attention was the completely unscientific spaciousness of the interior and the strange creature sitting at the front desk wearing a monocle.

Noticing the noise coming from outside the door, the goblin in charge of the duty raised his head and said with a blank face.

"Moscow time, 05:06 a.m., appointment person Frank, two. You're early. ”

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Chapter 2!(Mom!!)