Arriving in this small city south of Lake Hingkai, Frankimir and Maria made a beeline for the train station.

The eastern sky has just turned white, except for a few staff members in the station, there are basically no passengers equipped to take the train, it is still a little too early, such a small city, there will not be too many people to take the train.

The train conductor is not large, and it looks very shabby, and the train table is full of dirt, and it looks blurry. They searched the dirty train tables for trains to Moscow, and soon discovered that the next train that passed through here and headed for Moscow would not enter the station until two o'clock in the afternoon.

It seemed that they would have to wait five hours, and now they still had enough time to make final preparations for their long journey.

Walking out of the train hall, they came to the station cafeteria, which was not far away, and at this time the canteen was busy selling breakfast.

Frankie Mire and Maria bought bread and drinking water, and had a little more to prepare for the long journey, knowing that they would have enough to reach their next stopover. There was food for every meal on the train, but the price was too high for the working class to accept.

Of course, when they left the Twin Cities, Zhang Yue gave them enough rubles, and they would not be short of money to spend along the way.

But they don't have their own identity, they are just the most ordinary workers at this time, and they should have the appearance of their own workers. For ordinary workers, more often than not, they are using pesos, and they are always reluctant to sell such a large bill as the ruble. In the fifties of the twentieth century, 1 dollar was roughly about 4 rubles, and as for the purchasing power of 1 dollar in the fifties, there is no need to waste pen and ink to explain it, while in the USSR 1 ruble was equal to 100 pesos.

At Franky Mir's house, he also had a collection of almost a thousand, five-pointed stars and a half rubles issued by the USSR in 1922. Franky Mill's father, the greatest biologist in the world, never lived a more chilling life than the American capitalists, and this alone was enough to convince him that the Soviet social system was far superior to the American one, and even though he did not have the envious political attitude of his father and wife, and seemed unusually easy-going in this respect, it did not mean that he did not recognize the system of his own country.

Of course, he is not the son of a scientist, nor is he a KGB secret policeman, he is just an ordinary worker, no different from the tens of millions of workers on the land of the Soviet Union.

How is it possible for ordinary workers to live, the comfortable life of a great scientist. Even though the life of the workers is much better than that of the peasants, it is said that compared with the scientists, even compared with the secret police of the KGB, it is a far cry, and it is not at the same level at all.

Frank Mire and Maria were both very junior in the KGB, and their salaries were three times that of ordinary workers, and even the senior workers of the well-off families were not as well paid as the two young men.

Now that they have appeared as workers, it is all the more necessary for them to learn to be diligent and thrifty, but they themselves have become completely overstretched workers, otherwise as long as they are not careful, their past habits may at any time attract the suspicion of others, and they do not belong to this class in the first place, so they have to pay more attention to details.

After eating and drinking, everything was ready, and after a long wait, they finally saw the train that was about to stop on the platform with billowing smoke.

The train will stop here for fifteen minutes, and before the train arrives in Moscow, almost every transit station will stop for about fifteen minutes, and only the small village platform will stop for less than ten minutes.

Maybe it's because Christmas (Orthodox) has just passed, and there are not many people on the platform, and even a few are pitiful.

After the ticket inspector checked the tickets, Frankie Mire and Maria stepped onto the train. There are fewer passengers in the carriage than on the platform. There were less than ten passengers in the entire carriage, which surprised them. But there's nothing wrong with that, if there are too many people, you can only make trouble for them, and it's better to have less.

In order to avoid the two of them as much as possible, Frankimir and Maria have not spoken a word since they got on the train. Although it was boring for them, they only wanted to get to Moscow as soon as possible.

From noon until dusk, Frank Mireir remembers that the train made three stops, one of which was particularly long.

At this time, Maria took out the bread and butter that she had bought in the station cafeteria before boarding the train, and she tore a small piece of bread for herself, and then she tore a large piece of bread for Frankmir, and then opened the paper wrapped in butter, and used a comb to cut the butter that had been frozen hard because of the cold weather, which was really creative enough.

The two men ate buttered bread like this, but never said a word to each other, and they tried not to attract the attention of others as much as possible, hoping that people would think of them as ordinary workers.

However, as long as you have a little common sense of life, you can know that two people walked all the way, whether they were colleagues or husband and wife, for seven or eight hours, the two never said a word, unless they were dumb, no one could hold back for so long without speaking.

Of course, if you've ever received some very special professional training, that's another story.

After many years of living together, Frankimir and Maria can make eye contact without the need for any words. In a way, the tacit understanding between Frankimir and Maria is far greater than that between Frankimir and his wife Lalisa.

Frankimir has known Maria for five or six years, but Frankimir has known Larissa for less than two years now.

Outside the window, the night was getting thicker and thicker, and Frankimir could see that Maria was tired, that no one had such exuberant energy as his, only he could sleep endlessly.

Frankie Mill told Maria to lie down on the table and sleep for a while, and when it was dawn, he was waking her up. Frankimir always had an insatiable amount of energy, and he would not feel tired even if he did not sleep for several days. Maria knew this very well, so she didn't have to worry about Frankimir at all, it didn't mean he didn't care about him, but just because she knew him well.

After a night's walk last night, Maria was already exhausted. She really hopes that when she wakes up, she will be able to reach Moscow smoothly, and then smooth sailing, and solve all this as soon as possible.

She believes that with the help of Bondalin and Donald, they will soon be able to shake off the shadows in front of them and get back on track with their normal lives.

At that time, all the gloom will disappear, all the misfortunes will end, and I will live happily ever after with Frankimir.

Maria drifts off to sleep in her hopes for a better future, while Vladimir looks out the window at the infinite night sky and worries about the present.

In this short period of one month, he has experienced so many things that he has never experienced in his life. If you add up all of his past life, it can't compare to this short month. Why all this happened, why it all happened so suddenly, he seemed to understand it now, but he didn't understand it at all.

Frankimir thinks back to everything that had happened in the past, where it all began, whether it was the murder of his wife Larissa, whether someone in the jungle suddenly attacked him, or ......

Frank Miir seemed to suddenly realize something, and yes, he was sure that that was the beginning of it all.

All this may not have happened, and all this should have been organized, but his negligence eventually led to the consequences of all this.

He remembered the black man, the letterhead that the black man handed him, and that was where it all began. Ever since what he thought was a prank, all sorts of strange things began to attack him unstoppably.

That's right, it all started with that letter, the letter signed by my father. Whoever wrote the letter to himself had to use his father's name. The person who wrote the letter must have known that he was in danger, he wanted to help him get out of trouble, but he was unwilling to reveal his identity, he may have some concerns, or he was afraid of reprisals, in short, for whatever reason, that person finally chose to use his father's name to sound the alarm bell for himself, so that he could always be aware of the dangers around him.

What kind of person is he, he seems to have expected everything, or he has known all the conspiracies for a long time, but from beginning to end, that guy has never shown up, and no one has ever been aware of his existence, he is like that, and after leaving a warning letter to himself, he disappeared without a trace as if he had never existed.

Who the hell that guy was, whether he knew him in the past, where he was hiding now, how gentle he was able to find his place with such precision, and why he didn't try to get in touch with him since, everything about this guy was a puzzling mystery to Frankimir.

Maybe he also wanted to continue to help him, or maybe he also said that he tried to contact him, but he was in a siege, so that this mysterious man could not help and could not reach out to Frankimir. Perhaps for Frankimir, only by finding this mysterious person can he really figure out all the things that happened to him.

Frankimir was silent in his troubles, and unconsciously he seemed to notice that the bread on the table was moving slowly.

Frankimir was immediately alert, and when he turned his gaze to the bread, it seemed to be motionless again.

Frankimir looked up at Maria, who was asleep soundly at the moment, and then at the others in the carriage, all of whom seemed to be asleep. It's dark late at night, and no one has the energy to run around in the carriage.

Frankimir thought something was strange, and he thought it was his hallucination, and then he was convinced that it could not be his. He's fresh now, it's impossible to hallucinate, there must be something wrong, but what's the problem? (To be continued.) )