In the goose-yellow building, there is a huge crystal chandelier hanging from the dome in the center of the living room, and the walls around it are covered with dark red feathered high-grade flannel, and huge abstract paintings and artworks are hung symmetrically on both sides of the door.

The restaurant is spacious and luxurious. On either side of the large dining table, a group of old men in suits and leather collars sat on the high backs of the European dining chairs, either holding transparent wine glasses with a ring of gold trim embedded in them, or staggering knives and forks, making a loud noise, even if they chewed venison in their mouths, and had to let out a wild beastly laugh that they thought they were gentlemen, so as to set off the harmonious atmosphere.

Such a group of rough men do not have the slightest elegance at all, and they do not have the "temperament" of this unique human civilization. It's an unconventional way to get together in a way that's pleasing to the eye (and eye-opening).

Pepper walked carefully on the roof, he had to be careful not to make a noise, he didn't want to "lock his throat" again. He liked this architectural style, and a good house had to have a semicircle on the top, and there was a "lightning rod" erected. He fastened the rope to the thing and slid gently down the side of the spire to the window at the roof. The window was closed, and he lifted it up with all his might, quickly flashed into the room, untied the rope, and placed it on the side of the outer window frame.

Pepper, who enters the door, concludes that the head of the house is not an 'insider' because the house's security staff is very unprofessional. This is very immoral, like a professional thief, who succeeds in burglary, and has to evaluate the anti-theft awareness of the owner. Such shameless behavior can only be described in one word, it is cheap and good.

Pepper fumbled around the dark room on the roof when a hand grabbed the tactical clasp around his waist...

He quickly countered, grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it back, and formed a knife with his right hand, which instantly swung towards the approximate position of the opponent's neck. The knife was swung out, but he didn't feel the touch of the feedback, and something hit his left calf, and the wrist that was clasped by the pepper broke free. Pepper quickly turned around and rolled over, hiding in the darkness under the indoor window, with an umbrella-soldier-knife in his hand...

In the dark, neither of them dared to act rashly, they didn't know each other's location, the weapons they used, and they didn't know each other's purpose...

I don't know how long it took, but a voice came from the darkness:

"Explain the intention!"

In Soviet Russian, the voice is very soft, like a woman. Pepper was much more relaxed, and he waited, waiting for another question.

"If it's not an enemy, it's a friend!"

Sure enough, if there is a first sentence, there must be a second, and Pepper responded quickly in Soviet Russian:

"Explain the intention!"

Time seemed to stand still, and the atmosphere in the dark room froze, and even the breathing of the two could not be heard. The bohemian wild pig downstairs barked, no, the pig laughed, no... Forget it. The laughter was faint, and it came to the room through the empty staircase and the wooden door, making it feel like there was a dead silence in the room...

If you don't make a sound, it's suspicious that the person you just fought with might be asleep...

"Your Excellency is Germanic?" Germanic.

"Gaul?" Gaul.

"British?" British.

"Damn it! You're talking! ”

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"I've had enough! I'm American! ”

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"Hello, DIA!" Pepper wants to laugh!

"Can't you just say more!"

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"Oh, that god of Bijie! You bastard, I'm going to be tortured to death by you! ”

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"You, speak!"

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"Enough is enough!" The person who spoke simply ran out and sat down in the middle of the house. Pepper saw the vague figure of a woman in the faint light outside the window, and she pointed angrily at the place two meters to the left of Pepper, and cursed in a low voice:

"You damn bastard! Come out! I see you! ”

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"Oh! I believe that people should be honest with each other... Don't make me shoot! ”

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"You dishonest coward! I'm going to shoot! The woman held her knife and cursed at the darkness.

"I said, it's time for you to shut up!" Pepper touched her back, and the umbrella-soldier-knife-was on her neck, and said hatefully:

"What kind of woman are you, full of viciousness! Baga! ”

"I mean, we'd better all calm down, okay?" The woman is cautious: "... Take me to your Emperor to say hello, dear! ”

Pepper was speechless for a while, and he felt dizzy. Among all the people he came into contact with, how could he have seen so many women who were still familiar with each other, and there might really be one... Big Flower's mouth never stopped...

"Are you DIAs all such amateurs?" Pepper scoffed.

"What? Joke! I'm a top professional! The woman was not convinced: "You are prejudiced against women, I think... We should be sincere with each other, shouldn't we? At the very least, you'll have to put down that cute toy in your hand..."

"I... Served! "Pepper took the knife off her neck and quietly moved it a meter to her left, she was so annoying...

"Hi dear, I said... Ay? The woman who was talking was stopped by Pepper with her hand, and there was a softness in the palm of her hand, and the touch, well, very chic...

"Oh, no, why did you come along? Damn, my heart is so big. ”

"Does it feel good... Damn it! The woman said and waved her knife, but was stopped by Pepper:

"Excuse me... What the hell are you here for? Madam？ ”

"What? Madam? You bastard, I'll kill you! ”

"Can you figure it out first, please! What do you do? Here? Pepper stopped again, and with the other hand, uh, accidentally covered it...

"Oh! You can't call me Madame! I'm not married, and besides, I'm not old, and I'm beautiful..."

Pepper leaned in the dark, covering his ears, he was really scorched by the woman in front of him.

This woman is too good to say, what she called, what equipment she brought and where she came from, where she lived in Soviet Russia, what she ate this morning, what she ate at noon, how she came here, how she got into this room...

"Oh, by the way, I haven't had dinner yet, dear, I've heard that the roast venison in Soviet Russia is very delicious..."Listening to her chatter in her ear, Pepper really wanted to close her mouth:

"I really sympathize with your future husband and the current one... Your damn boss..."

"Are you listening to me? Oh, why are you not polite at all? Aren't you Fuso people very polite? Really, you're so artificial, too? That's great! "Surya seems to have found a confidant.

"It is Dahua who has etiquette! We're just stealing teachers at best, and besides, can you keep your mouth shut, Madam! ”

"I've told you my name, and although Madam also means Miss in our place, we don't generally call beautiful Miss Madam like that! I doubt your damn little wretch's motives, you deliberately can't remember! Suliya pinched the flesh around his waist and said hatefully.

"I said, can you please stop touching me, and, stay away from me, we don't know each other this well, stop blowing into my ears..."Pepper twisted her body and got rid of her, this thing is genetic or something, women all over the world like to twist the flesh around men's waists.

"Okay, dear...", Sulya didn't stop in the slightest.

"Don't call me darling, I warn you! Shuliang will kill you! "Pepper is not sure of the threat.

"Who is Su Niang? Why kill me? Tell me clearly, my dear, I didn't offend him, did I? ”

"Alright... Okay, I'm a slut, I'm a slut, okay? "Pepper spreads her hands, on the verge of collapse...

"Hahahaha... You're a, is that your name? My dear? Wow, I love the name, I'll call you '' from now on," Surya exclaimed.

"Be quiet... Someone is coming up..."Pepper subconsciously pulled her to her side, her ears pressed against the crack in the door, listening carefully to the footsteps outside.

"Do you have any plans, darling?" Footsteps upstairs.

“...”

"Do you want to know my plans, darling?" The footsteps are getting closer.

“...”

"I'm telling you... Not... Hmm..."Suliya must have her mouth covered.

The outsiders seemed to hear the slightest noise in the room, and the lock was twisted... Slowly turning...

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The dinner downstairs was clearly at its most enthusiastic. They sat in a crooked position, ruddy faces, muttering thick lips and spitting. Others exhaled smoke and waved it with their hands to dispel the white mist that had formed into a cloud that somewhat obscured their vision.

Ivankov pointed to an old man and laughed with tears in his eyes, his left hand slapping the table, matching the amplitude and beat of the laughter. The old man who was pointed at also hunched over and laughed vigorously, one leg stomping vigorously on the carpet woven of camel hair, and a trace of crystal clear something hung from the corner of his mouth. I don't know if they're laughing at the same funny thing. If the movements and rhythms of the two of them can be combined in one person, it will easily be reminiscent of an elegant artistic act of playing the piano.

Of course, it is also possible that some kind of mysterious ritual is carried out...

The atmosphere at the table was very harmonious, which also showed that Ivankov had an unusual relationship with these people. He took the bottle and prepared to pour it for the old man who cooperated with him, but found the bottle empty, and several empty bottles poured on the table. The head of the house motioned for the waiter and bodyguard to go upstairs to fetch wine...

There is a strange thing on the side of Soviet Russia, most Europeans like red wine, and the cellar is usually in the basement, and high-end ones such as brandy and whiskey are also put together. Soviet Russia is different, they don't like to drink red wine, of course, this is only for the general majority of Soviet Russians. Oh, I said, don't raise a bar with me...

The rich people of Soviet Russia would store red wine separately from white wine, they thought that white wine was the best quality, it was elegant and noble, they were generally placed upstairs or in the attic, anyway, in the airy room on the top floor, and they put red wine, this kind of inferior wine that was drunk by women, in the basement, because they didn't know when they would take it once...

Ivankov asked: "Why hasn't the wine been fetched yet?" Did you go to the moon to get it? ”

This in turn drew a burst of rough laughter (their proud lunar landing vehicle). So, the second waiter and bodyguard went upstairs...

Ivankov sensed something unusual, he was sensitive to the slightest hint of the anomaly, and the sensitive nature of his work for many years fostered his suspicious and keen intuition and judgment. He quietly raised his eyebrows at the two men he brought with him standing by the door of the restaurant, and tilted his head at the stairs leading upstairs, and the two men in black walked upstairs while everyone was not looking...