And at Metropolitan Station, every shadow is eventually wiped out in the relentless light of the fluorescent lamps.

Su Mengfan stopped his thoughts and looked happily at the Bolovit station, which was still in surprisingly good condition.

There is no visible soot on the white marble walls or ceiling, and the entire metro station is very clean and tidy.

At the end of the subway station, a female worker in light blue overalls stands on a charred copper plate, diligently scraping and cleaning the bas-relief with a sponge.

The hotel was arranged at the arch. There are only two arches that open as a passage for guests to enter, and the rest are made of brick on both sides and have been turned into real apartments.

Each arch has a doorway, and several even have wooden doors and glass windows.

From an arch came the sound of music.

Some doors are also covered with mats so that people can wipe the dust off their feet when they enter.

This is the first time Su Mengfan has felt ...... These dormitories look very comfortable and peaceful, and a childhood scene suddenly comes to mind.

But the most surprising thing is the row of bookshelves that line the walls of the entire metro station.

The bookshelves occupy the space between the "apartments" and make the entire subway station look great, but a little strange, reminding Su Mengfan of the medieval library depicted in one of Borges's books he once read.

The escalator is located at the very end of the hall, where there is a passage leading to Arbat Station.

The pressure door was open, but there was a Cao guard room in the passage. Then, the guards let everyone pass without hindrance, without even checking the papers.

In addition, at the other end of the platform, next to the bronze relief, there is a real barracks.

There was a tent set up there, and it also had the exact same tattoo on the temple of the border guard. There's also a big truck parked there.

Judging by the muzzle of a long-barreled gun peeking out of the corner of the gab, the truck was filled with unnamed weapons.

Next to the barracks, two soldiers in dark green uniforms, helmets, and body armor stand guard.

The barracks surrounded the entire staircase passage that led to the upper tracks.

The flashing arrows showed that this was an "exit from the city", and Su Mengfan also saw the prevention facilities that already existed there.

The second staircase access is also in the same place, completely blocked by a massive concrete wall.

Next to the sturdy wooden table in the middle of the subway station sat a group of people in thick gray cloth robes.

After slowly approaching them, Su Mengfan was surprised to find that they also had tattoos on their temples, but instead of a bird, it was an open book, and the background of the book was several vertical lines that resembled colonnades.

Seeing Su Mengfan's focused gaze, one of the people sitting at the table smiled kindly and asked, "Are you a newcomer?" First time here?"

Hearing the word "newcomer", Su Mengfan took a step back in cringe, but he still settled down and nodded.

Asking him if the living people were not much older than him, when he stood up and shook hands with him from the sleeves of his wide robes, he found that they were almost the same height.

But this man is physically stronger than he is.

Su Mengfan's new friend is called Kafei Schaefer.

The new friend was in no hurry to introduce himself, and it was obvious that he decided to talk to Su Mengfan, because he was curious about what was happening at the Metropolitan station, what was happening on the Moscow metro line 5, and what news was going on from the Fourth Reich and the Red Line......

For the next half hour they came to one of the "apartments" between the arches, to the small room of Schaefer.

Drinking hot tea that must have taken a lot of effort to bring from the All Russia Exhibition Center, they talked on their knees.

In the room, there was a table full of books, an iron shelf crammed with things high above the ceiling, and a bed.

A light bulb hung from a wire in the ceiling that was not very bright, just enough to illuminate a painting that was skillfully depicting a huge ancient temple.

Su Mengfan didn't recognize it right away, this was the library that stood somewhere in the Metropolitan Station.

When the master's questions are finished, Su Mengfan will start asking.

"Why do people here have tattoos on their heads?" He asked.

"What, don't you know caste at all?" Schaefer was surprised, "You've never heard of the Metropolitan Council?"

Su Mengfan suddenly remembered a person (no, how could he forget?) It's the old man, Mikhail Polfilevich, the old man who was killed by ***)

He had been told that the power of the Metropolitan Station was divided between soldiers and librarians,

Because in the old days, the library building and some organizations related to the military used to exist there.

"I've heard of it!" He nodded, "It's the warriors and the librarians. So, you're a librarian?"

Schaefer glared at him fiercely, his face turned pale, and he began to cough.

After a while, he calmed down and said, "What do you mean by 'librarian'?

Is it so exciting to see a living librarian?

I can't accept you doing this. The librarian is sitting on it...... Do you see our fortifications?

Heaven won't let them come down...... Don't confuse these things.

I'm not a librarian, I'm a guardian. We are all called Brahmins."

"What does that strange name mean?" Su Mengfan asked with a frown.

This strange title made Su Mengfan think of Thatch at once, when he was in the library before, he heard the commander call him Brahmin.

And when he escaped from the ground up and back to the subway station, the employee also said that Brahmin and Solomon were two strange names.

I heard Schaefer say that he was a Brahmin, so he probably knew Saatchi with each other.

"You see, we have a hierarchy here. Just like ancient India.

One caste...... It's like a race...... Didn't the red line explain it to you?

Never mind. There are sacrificial castes, there are guardian castes, and they collect and manage books." He explains,

Su Mengfan was still surprised at how he deliberately avoided the word "librarian".

"There is also a warrior caste responsible for defense and defense. This caste is very similar to that of India, where there is also a merchant caste and a servant caste.

We all have it too. We also named them after Hindu names among ourselves.

The priest is a brahmin, the soldier is a Kshatriya, the merchant is a Vaishya, and the servant is a Shudra.

Once people become a member of a caste, they remain a member of it for the rest of their lives.

And there are special rites of accession, especially to join Kshatriyas and Brahmins.

In India, it's about the tribes, it's been the case for generations, but in our case, you can choose whether to join or not when you turn 18.

There are more Brahmins at Bolovit Station, in fact, almost everyone is a Brahmin.

Our school, our library, and our cells are all here.

The conditions of the library were special because the red metro line had an intersection there, the library had to be protected, and there were a lot of our people there before the war.