His subconscious mind only occasionally let him go for a few hours so that he could wander through his peaceful youth.

He had to wander over and over again in the swept clean area.

One of the best dreams for him was when he suddenly found an untouched apartment with miraculously well-preserved appliances and books.

He fell asleep, hoping to go back in time, even if it was to the days when he had just met Sasha's mother.

He was only 20 years old at the time, but he had already become the commander of the station garrison.

At that time, the station was a temporary shelter for the people living in it, not a communal house built on the mine by the hard labor prisoners who had to put an end to their lives.

How does he get back in time?

He was thrown into the fragments of memory for 5 years, and 5 years changed his fate, and even more terrifyingly, even his daughter's fate changed.

Reason told him to compromise with fate, to accept fate, to compromise with this terrible exile, but every time he took a nap, there was a voice of vengeance crying out in his heart.

He was back in front of his own group of fighters armed with Kalashnikov rifles, and as an officer, he wore a Makarov pistol, and he was only fit to finish himself with a last-minute shot in the forehead.

In this station, apart from the 20 fighters behind him, he is already the highest-ranking person.

The crowd boiled, dozens of hands swaying back and forth as they grabbed the barrier, making an unpleasant cacophony.

Suddenly, they stopped the noise again and began to sing in harmony, as if an invisible baton was directing them.

Now they're just asking him to retire, but in a few minutes they're going to have his head.

This tour. The line is not accidental and unorganized, but is sent to the inner part of the place. The actions planned by the female cadres. _o_m

It seems too late to find them out one by one and eliminate them.

In order to quell the storm. Move, keep power, the only thing he can do now is give the order to open fire on the crowd.

It's not too late.

His fingers clenched into fists, his pupils twitching uneasily under his swollen eyes, his lips trembling, and he couldn't hear the orders he was giving clearly.

He collapsed in a pool of black water, which grew larger and larger, as if to devour his departing life.

It won't be long before he slowly sinks.

Plunged into that endless darkness.

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Sasha, who was exploring outside, was disgusted by the ugly corners of the people in front of her.

Quickly escaping from their field of vision, he gripped the bag in his pocket, thinking about what it would look like for the first time.

Beauty saves the world, her father jokes.

Sasha blushed and pulled the bag full of pictures out from under the tea leaves and hid it in the pocket of her overalls.

The plastic square box where green tea was stored a long time ago still exudes a faint fragrance of green tea, which is her most precious thing.

Equally precious are the ones about the world not yet being imprisoned in this station—this station like a headless creature.

This station with 4 truncated tunnels, this station dug 20 meters below the cemetery-like dead city of Moscow - memories of the time!

There is also that magical arbitrary door, which can lead Sasha through 10 years of time and thousands of meters of space.

There are also infinitely important things.

In such a humid environment, any paper is like a person suffering from tuberculosis, wilting very quickly.

It's not just the books that rot and mold eat, but also the magazines, which gnaw away the whole past.

Without images and audio-visual images, it is like a lame man who has lost his crutches, and the memory of the whole human being is suddenly jammed and scattered.

But this bag is made of plastic, and corrosion and time has not eaten it away.

Her father had told Sasha that it would take thousands of years for it to break down, and she felt that her work could be passed on as a legacy.

Although the painting is miniature, this is one.

A real work.

As soon as the bag came off the production line, it was trimmed with glittering gold, and in this golden picture cabinet there was an amazing view:

Steep cliffs rise in a psychedelic haze of smoke, and leafy pines and cypresses hang almost vertically from the cliffs, where the rising sun casts a bright red glow......

Sasha had never seen a more beautiful and moving picture in her young life.

She could sit there for long periods of time motionless, with a bag in her hand, obsessively admiring.

Her gaze was drawn to the distant mountains shrouded in mist in the dawn.

Before her father's collection was taken for ammunition, she read them all. _o_m

Those words and sentences can just explain her state of mind at this time, that is, looking at the cliffs a few centimeters high, breathing in the fragrance of pine and cypress branches on the picture, she can't read enough.

It's a completely unattainable imagination of the world, and that's why it's magical, so fascinating.

It's a sweet sorrow, an eternal expectation, and she always sees the beautiful morning sun for the first time......

The painting came to an abrupt end, and she was always torn over what kind of landscape was hidden behind the hateful tea label.

Is it a tree like no other, an eagle's nest, or a hut on the edge of a cliff where she and her father can live happily?

It was he, who brought the bag home one day when Sasha was not yet 5 years old.

At the time, it was a complete novelty for the father and daughter!

Although the real tea leaves surprised her daughter, and she drank it with a manly spirit, like swallowing medicine, this bag of tea really surprised her daughter.

He even had to explain to her that it was just a simple engraving.

It was an old-fashioned Chinese landscape painting, which was suitable for printing on the outer packaging of tea leaves.

But 10 years later, 15 years later, Sasha is still as obsessed with the painting as she was the day she received the gift.

For the father, this bag is the only substitute for all the pleasures that his daughter was deprived of in her teenage years, and it was all his fault as a father.

As Sasha slumbers into a blissful slumber, she enters the fantasy world of the not-so-successful artist's graffiti, and her father perceives that she seems to be reproaching him for his short, barren and pale life.

He had a strong desire, and he was always trying to drive it away, but after a long time, he couldn't restrain it, and he couldn't hide his anger.

He had asked Sasha hundreds of times what gem she had found on the small parcel she had found in the tea powder!

And Sasha always hastily hid the little treasure in her own pocket, and replied resignedly:

"Dad, it's so beautiful to me!".