"Please...... Nitro...... Glycerol...... In the bag...... Village...... At the bottom...... 1 ...... Give me...... I can't ...... myself," the old man pleaded intermittently, panting.

Su Mengfan reached into his pocket, and soon found a package that looked new, he cut open the tin foil package with his fingernails, and the pill jumped out, and he handed it to the old man.

The old man grinned guiltily and said, "I can't...... My hand...... Don't listen to my ...... put it under my tongue......" and then he closed his eyes again.

Su Mengfan looked at his dirty hands suspiciously, but still put the medicine ball into his mouth as the old man requested.

The old man nodded lightly and said nothing.

More and more fugitives hurried by, but Su Mengfan could only see a row of dirty boots and shoes.

Someone tripped over the black sleepers of the railroad tracks, a series of vicious curses coming out of their mouths, and no one paid attention to the three men on the side of the road.

The boy was still sitting there talking to himself.

Su Mengfan saw a passerby kick the boy hard, and the boy began to howl louder, wiping tears with his fists and shaking from side to side.

Su Mengfan was very indifferent to this, and even a little gloating.

At this time, the old man also opened his eyes, sighed, and muttered, "Thank you very much...... I feel much better...... Can you help me up? ”

Su Mengfan supported the old man with his arm, and he struggled to stand up. Su Mengfan put the gun on the other shoulder and picked up the old man's bag.

The old man staggered over to the boy and encouraged him to stand up as well.

The boy roared angrily, and when he saw Su Mengfan coming over, he hissed like a threat again, and spit ran down his pursed lower lip.

"You see, I just came here to buy the medicine," said the old man, "really, I came here to buy the medicine."

We didn't have it where we lived, no one needed it and no one introduced it, and I took my last pill on the way here.

At that time they did not want us to pass through {Pushkin station}...... Now there is the Fourth Reich there, and I feel ashamed to think that {Pushkin Station} has the Fourth Reich!

I've heard that they even want to change the name of the place to 'Shyteleskaya Station' or 'Schillerlovskaya Station'...... But they don't even know who Schiller is!

Come to think of it, they didn't want us to pass, and they made fun of our Vanechka, my poor boy, what could he do then?

I was very worried, and there was something wrong with my heart, so they let us pass. What did I just say?

Oh yes!

You see, I also deliberately put the medicine in the back of the bag, in case someone searches us. People may be mistaken that not all people know what this medicine is for......

Suddenly, the shooting began!

I ran out as fast as I could, and I had to drag Wanechka because he didn't want to leave when he saw the chicken skewers.

"It wasn't very uncomfortable at first, but I thought I might get through it, and I didn't need to take out the medicine, which was as expensive as gold.

But then, I found out that I couldn't stand it, and I couldn't do it when I was looking for medicine.

Vanechka didn't understand anything, and I tried to teach him to bring me medicine when I wasn't feeling well.

After teaching for a long time, he didn't understand, either he took the medicine himself or took other things out of his bag and gave it to me.

I said thank you to him and smiled at him, and he looked at me with joy and smiled and yelled happily......

God must not let me have an accident, otherwise there will be no one to take care of him, and I don't know what will become of him! ”

The old man kept talking, looking at Su Mengfan's eyes flatteringly.

Su Mengfan didn't know why she felt very embarrassed.

Even though the old man staggered forward with all his strength, Su Mengfan felt that he was walking too slowly—everyone was overtaking them, and they looked like they would soon be the last.

Vanechka awkwardly walked to the old man's right and held his hand, and he regained his previous silence.

From time to time, he raised his right hand and pointed at the panicked escapees in the station or what they had thrown down, sometimes pointing to the growing darkness in front of him, and screaming excitedly.

"Excuse me, young man, what's your name? We've been talking, but we haven't given each other names. Looks like you've got a shoulder injury, is it serious? The old man said.

"My name is Alcohen Sean Ridge. The wound has healed and nothing is wrong. Su Mengfan opened the topic of the wound.

"Alcohen? It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Mikhail Polfilevich. Yes, Polfilevich.

They called my father, Porfiri, and you know it's a rare name.

He was also questioned by some organizations during the Soviet era, and there were some more popular names at that time - Vladilien or Stalin......

Where are you from? {Smolens}? Well, Vanechka and I are from {Balikanaya Station}. I live there. ”

The old man smiled awkwardly, "There used to be a house there, and that house was very high, right next to the subway station...... But you probably don't remember what the house looked like, do you?

You don't mind if I ask how old you are, do you? It doesn't matter, though. ”

"I have a small apartment on the upper floor of that building, two rooms, and from there you have a great view of the city center.

The apartment is not big, but you know, very comfortable.

The floors were of course oak, and like all apartments of that period, there was a gas stove in the house.

God, how comfortable, a gas stove! But no one wanted to use that thing at the time – they all wanted electricity.

As soon as you enter the house, you can see a replica of Tintoretto's oil painting, how beautiful!

The pillows and sheets on the bed were clean all the time, and there was a desk with a bright lamp on it.

On top of that, I have a bookshelf that goes up to the ceiling. My father left me a lot of books, and I collected some of them myself.

Alas, why am I telling you this?

You're probably not interested in all this nonsense of an old man......

But I still miss these things, especially the table and the books, and lately I miss the bed.

There wasn't anything that nice here, we used to have those handmade wooden beds, but now we're just sleeping on the floor with blankets.

But none of that matters, it's here that matters," he said, pointing to his chest.

Then he continued: "It's the inner stuff that counts.

Keep your mind the same, and don't care what is going on outside him - I'm embarrassed to swear. But you know that bed, it's particularly ......"

He kept talking, and Su Mengfan listened with interest, although he could completely imagine what it was like to live in a high-rise building, what the scenery was like, or what it was like to take the elevator.

Mikhail Polfilevich finally stopped to catch his breath, and Su Mengfan decided to use his rest time to turn the conversation in a useful direction.

He had to turn the conversation to {Chekhovskaya station} by talking about {Pushkin station}, and then to the Metropolitan station to find the Spartan Rangers.

"Was there really a Fourth Reich {Pushkin Station}?" He asked.

"What do you say? The Fourth Reich? Ah, yes......" the old man sighed in confusion.

"Yes, yes, those skinheads with armbands, they're horrible. These signs are hung in the population section of the station and in various places in the station.

These signs used to be inaccessible -- a sign with a black letter in a red circle and a red line running diagonally.

I thought they were mistaken, so I asked why the sign was there...... They say this means that black-faced people can't get in. It's a bit of an idiot. ”

Hearing the "black-faced man", Su Mengfan turned his face to Mikhail Polfilevich and looked at him in fear.

Seriously, he asked, "Now there are black-faced people there too?" Don't tell me they're there! Su Mengfan felt very frightened.

How so?

He had only been in the tunnel for a week, and the black-faced men had already attacked {Pushkin station}.

Has his mission been considered a failure now?

Is there no chance that he will succeed?

Aren't things getting better?

Have all the efforts been in vain?

No!

It's probably a rumor, they're probably distorting the facts, it's probably a rumor, isn't it?

But it could also be that it's really over......

Mikhail Polfilevich looked at him cautiously, took a step to the side and asked carefully: "You, I mean you, what do you believe in?" ”

"Me? Basically not. Su Mengfan hesitated, "What else?" ”

"And what do you think about other peoples, like the Caucasians?"

"What do the Caucasians have to do with this?" Su Mengfan was confused, "I don't know much about the nation.

I used to live where there were French, Germans, and Americans, but now I probably don't have any, and as for the Caucasians, I don't know any of them. He awkwardly admitted.

"The people who are called 'black-faced' are Caucasians," Mikhail Polfilevich explained, wanting to see if Su Mengfan was lying, deliberately pretending not to know.

"But if I'm not mistaken, Caucasians are ordinary people, right?" Su Mengfan said, "I saw a few ...... here today."

"Completely ordinary people!" Mikhail Polfilevich replied to him, "They are completely ordinary people, but the executioners feel that they are somewhat different and persecute them."

It's inhumane. Can you imagine?

They had a hooked roof in the aisle, and there was a man hanging from it, a real man.

When Vanechka saw this, he was so excited that he poked him with his finger and yelled, so that the beasts began to pay attention to the child. ”

When the boy heard his name, he turned to stare at the old man.

Su Mengfan felt that the boy could hear and even understand part of their conversation, but his name was no longer mentioned.

The boy soon lost interest in Mikhail Polfilevich and turned to look at the sleepers on the tracks.

"When I talk about the country, I can tell that they really admire Germany.

After all, it was the Germans who created their faith, and you know for sure what I'm going to say, "Mikhail Polfilevich said quickly.

Although Su Mengfan didn't know, he still nodded, he didn't want to make himself look ignorant.