On his third day in Russia, Leo enjoyed a hearty breakfast in a luxurious suite.

There were pancakes dipped in applesauce, rye bread and a cup of black tea, during which he was very resolute and politely declined Anatoly's recommendation for herring salad.

That's right, this key member of the Songtsevo brotherhood came and knocked on the hotel door early after Leo refused to meet the enthusiastic Ukrainian girl with him last night.

"I'm going to go to the Gulag prison today, and the general plan is this, Anatoly is in charge of getting a Russian police car with a UAZ-469, and then handing over the 'AK-47 in the car' to Diger, Felicity will fix the electronic surveillance system in the prison, and in twelve hours, we will be able to get on a plane and leave the country."

Leo wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, a relaxed smile on his face.

It's as if it's just a youth outing, not to one of the world's most terrible prisons.

Felicity and Diger, who were members of the temporary team, both nodded with serious expressions.

During their time in Russia, they gradually learned about the complex features hidden behind Leo's gentle smiling face.

Especially the latter, although Diggle still does not trust the young helm of the White family, it is undeniable that he does have strong leadership skills.

He always seems to be able to make a plan in an orderly manner, and then arrange everyone's place to execute it in a simple and effective way.

"The specific plan is in Felicity's computer. Remember to keep a low profile! If we provoke the attention of the KGB, we may have to risk being shot down by the MiG-29SMT and get past the Russian air defense system. ”

Leo rarely showed his dry humor, but unfortunately no one bought it.

"How are you going to get into the Gulag?"

Felicity whispered, finally feeling the thrill of an agent on a mission.

However, as time passed, the feeling of novelty slowly faded, and a strong sense of tension arose.

After all, this is not the United States, and if anything happens, they may be mistaken as spies or terrorists.

At worst, he was imprisoned and severely tortured, or he was shot dead on the spot and died in a foreign land.

If it weren't for Leo's indifferent and relaxed appearance, I'm afraid Felicity's worries would have risen to a higher level.

"Generally speaking, the easiest way is to buy enough heroin from Anatoly and then call the police and be arrested by the Moscow police, so that you can enter the gulag smoothly – but this has to go through multiple steps such as interrogation, cross-examination, and background checking, which takes too long and is not convenient."

Leo tapped his fingers on the table and said softly, "That's why I'm guilty this time." ”

Anatoly duly took out the prepared identification documents, which had a photo of Leo himself, but the name was "Sergei Anatoly Vasilyevich".

"Sergei is a good young man, and every time he clashes with those Chechen militants, he is the bravest man...... For murder and drug trafficking, he was held at IK-28, the highest level of security in the Gulag prison system. ”

Leo nodded, obviously no stranger to the IK-28 in Anatoly's mouth.

The prison, located in Yeltsevo, north of Arkhangelsk, near the Arctic Circle, houses more than 1,000 prisoners.

It also happens to be where Leila Michaels is being held, where he has quite a few acquaintances.

"There will be a visitation today, you can exchange identities with Sergey, the four prison guards present are friends of the Brotherhood, and they will act as if nothing happened."

Anatoly has a lot of experience and arranges all this clearly, and finally reminds him, "IK-28 checks the prisoners every three days, and the prison guards in each ward are on duty in shifts every week, and you can only stay in the prison for a maximum of two days, otherwise it will be difficult for the Brotherhood to finish." ”

Leo raised the black tea in his hand, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Then from now on, I will be Sergei." ”

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After a long drive of hours, Leo made his way through a snow-covered wasteland to finally see a lonely architectural camp.

The surrounding area is dotted with villages, and the area near the prison has been emptied, with a high ring of barbed wire and a row of wooden fences inside.

There are guard posts in all directions, and two PK general-purpose machine guns are set up without concealment, and the cold muzzles show a silent deterrent.

Leo's black sedan stopped at the door, and he entered the prison after being searched by the guards.

He soon saw the real Sergei in a room, with a lean figure and typical Russian appearance, with sunken eyes, a high nose, and soft, wavy hair.

The two glanced at each other, and without exchanging much, they exchanged clothes with each other.

The whole process was quiet and swift, and the two guards held their hands behind their backs with a calm expression on their faces.

Before coming, Anatoly, who was a senior cadre of the Songtsevo Brotherhood, had a sentence that was very correct -

There is nothing in this country that money cannot buy!

The Red Empire, which once stood in Siberia, could not escape the corrosive assimilation of sugar-coated shells after it fell apart.

Five minutes later, Leo was a prisoner in the prison.

Dressed in a gray prison uniform, he was led by prison guards into a dark and cramped cell.

"Sergey is out again in style?"

One of the cellmates spoke in Russian, with phlegm in his mouth.

The rest of the group did not seem surprised that the government's retention of the Gulag prison system, while well-guarded and high-security, was only for important prisoners.

If the average criminal has a deep background, he can indeed take advantage of the gap between the number of people who are counted once every three days under the condition of bribing the prison guards, find someone to replace him, and then go out for activities.

"The new kid is a Yankee? How much money will the Brotherhood give you? ”

A bald man was lying on the bed and asked maliciously.

His arm is tattooed with an eight-pointed star, which is a testament to the gangster cadre.

Leo knew about Russian gangsters and knew that ninety percent of criminals would get tattoos in prison, and they were quite particular.

For example, if the tattoo is from an Orthodox church, the more tops there are, the more crimes there will be; The eight-pointed star represents the gang cadres, while the viper symbolizes the drug dealers; The fingerprint cross represents a change of prison, while the skeleton with its legs crossed represents a life sentence.

The tattooed dagger refers to the killer in the prison, and the different positions of the dagger represent the level of the killer, and so on, like a conventional rule.

"I wonder how it is possible to meet Vyacheslav Ivankov."

Leo ignored the bald man and instead asked the prisoner in Russian.

He stood at the door, dressed in a gray prison uniform, but he inexplicably had a sense of looking down from above.

"Can't I hear you when I talk to you? Want to see Ivankov? I'll help you! ”

The bald man smiled fiercely, his hand clenched his fist, and made a "click" sound.

Originally, the few prisoners who wanted to watch the show retracted their heads when they heard Leo mention the name Vyacheslav Ivankov.

"So you have to follow the routine? I ask a question, and then someone comes to find fault, and I beat him up so that you will answer obediently? ”

Leo shook his head speechlessly, and when he saw the bald man rushing up, he dodged to avoid a swing punch.

In his eyes, the other party's speed was too slow to speak, he reached out and grabbed the bald man's thick arm, and the other hand pressed the shiny head, slamming the iron door of the cell.

Bang knock!

The screeching sound rang out, and the guards glanced at it nonchalantly, then withdrew their gaze.

They don't care about fights and brawls, and this prison has to carry a few bodies out every week, and then catch a bunch of people back.

For example, it is normal for prisoners to clash and fight with each other, as long as the number of people does not exceed a certain scale and cause a riot, the prison guards will turn a blind eye.

Click!

Leo seemed to have understood the rules of the Gulag for a long time, and he raised his foot and stomped down heavily, directly kicking the shin bone of the bald man's calf!

"Be quiet, I'll break your other leg if you call me again."

Leo casually ripped a towel from the bed and stuffed it into the bald man's mouth.

The fierce skinhead member bit the rough towel hard, and a bean-sized cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He looked at Leo with a smile on his lips, nodded in great panic, and tried his best to suppress the screams caused by the severe pain back into his mouth.

"Who's going to answer my question now?"

Leo patted the bald man's cheek with satisfaction, turned around and asked.

"Mr. Ivankov is in Cell No. 6, and this is Ward No. 4...... But there are fighting fights in the evenings and you can see him there. ”

An old man put down the "Problems of the Soviet Socialist Economy" in his hand and said softly.

Leo glanced at the book of Stalin's writings and asked curiously, "What did you come in for?" ”

"Making reactionary statements."

The old man smiled and continued to hold the book, covering his face.