St. Petersburg.

Talta opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, reached out to the head of the bed and touched a bottle, but the weight in his hand made him know that the bottle was empty, so he threw the bottle aside, yawned, and looked at the sun outside the window.

After sitting in a daze for a while, Tarta jumped off the bed and put on a coat that smelled smelly. Tarta felt that the clothes might be really time to wash, so he took off the clothes he put on and threw them on the sofa and picked up a short-sleeved T-shirt again. However, after finding that the T-shirt in his hand was even more intense, he sighed, took the coat he threw out and put it on his body again.

Walking through the glass bottles and garbage all over the ground, Talta left his apartment, walked to the sunny street, and walked towards the convenience store closest to him.

After buying four bottles of vodka and two big lebas, Talta began to walk towards the way home, and then he stopped when he passed by a newspaper booth on the corner.

Talta put the things in his hand at his feet, picked up a labor newspaper, turned directly to the advertising page, and glanced at it for a few quick glances. He put the newspaper together and put it as it was, then picked up his own things, and slowly started to walk again.

The stall owner is no longer surprised by this. This dirty, smelly old man who always smells alcohol always rubs his newspaper every day, but he never delays too long, so the stall owner has to go there. He is just an old drunkard. If he wants to see it, let him see it. Maybe he will die of freezing on the street after getting drunk that winter.

But this time it was a little different. After the drunkard walked out, he quickly returned, and then picked up the newspaper again with a puzzled look and read it carefully again.

Finally, Talta rolled up the newspaper, took out a hundred rubles and handed it to the stall owner. He whispered: "A labor newspaper."

The stall owner was extremely surprised. This old drunkard had been rubbing his eleven years of newspapers without any resistance. As long as he set up the stall, he would definitely come. Today he actually had to pay for a newspaper.

The stall owner was surprised to hold the 100 ruble, then Talta turned around and left, so the stall owner shouted: "Your things have not been taken yet! I'll ask you for money!"

"No, I'll give it to you."

After leaving a sentence hurriedly, Talta walked faster and faster until he ran.

After running back to his home that could be called a garbage dump, Talta was particularly surprised why he had lived in such an environment for more than ten years. He kicked the garbage on the ground with his feet, came to the bedroom, threw everything on the bed aside, and then pulled the mattress open until a large box was pulled out from under the mattress.

He pulled out the box with great effort and looked at the box full of dust. Talta suddenly began to shed tears, and tears fell on the box full of dust, becoming mud spots one by one.

Tarta opened the box, and the box was full of guns, long spears, and short spears. Apart from the guns, they were silencer bullets. After touching all the six guns in the box in turn, Tarta closed the box again.

"The thing is still there. I'm still alive."

After saying something to himself, Talta nodded firmly and said in a deep voice: "Then call and go!"

When Tarta decided to set out, Grevatov, outside Voronesh, was preparing for lunch in his farm.

Grevatov is not like a farmer, but his wife is a very common peasant woman. She is fat and strong, and can handle work at home and on the farm. Even nagging is particularly annoying.

"The harvester needs to be repaired. You have to have someone repair it for us. You can't wait until the wheat harvest is harvested before repairing. That would be too late. Olia! Don't spill the soup on the table!"

Grevatov got married very late, so his children were a little too young compared to his age.

After helping her little daughter clean the soup sprinkled on the table, Grevatov continued to drink his soup and listen to his wife's nagging.

"Your son always wants to go to big cities, but he doesn't want to stay here, but he can't study. What can you do in big cities? You have to take care of him! You can no longer let him idle all day long."

Grevatov remained silent until he heard the sound of a car outside, and soon his wife's idle son came back.

"Dad, your newspaper."

Grevatov lives outside the city and there is no newspaper to buy, but his son is in the city, so he can bring the newspaper back to him when he returns home in the evening, but today, his son is back early.

After opening the newspaper, Grevatov's spoon fell off and fell into his soup bowl.

"I'm leaving."

He said to his wife and two children, who were still nagging, and found that they had not received their attention, Grevatov raised his voice and said loudly: "I am leaving, I may come back or I may not come back."

In Moscow, in a large supermarket, Rotstosky, who was dressed in a gentle and elderly style, looked sideways to avoid a clerk pushing a cart, a chocolate had already fallen into his sleeve.

Rotstosky likes to take things under the surveillance camera. Although he doesn't like being a supermarket thief, it's time to have lunch, so he has to prepare lunch for himself.

While passing by the wine rack, Rotstosky picked up several brands of wine and took a look, but he put them back in dissatisfied. Then he walked to the vegetable area and picked a fresh cucumber. Then, he chose a pretty good apple and a sausage.

Finally, Rotstosky walked to the front of the checkout counter, put down a chewing gum, and smiled and said, "Checkout, how much does it cost?"

After paying for a chewing gum, Rotstosky left the supermarket. After he looked, he began to walk towards a newspaper booth. When he passed by a man, he quickly pulled out the long wallet that the man had placed in his pocket behind his butt.

After quickly opening the wallet and pulling out a ten-rouble note, Rotstosky yelled at the man who had left in a hurry: "Hi, hey, stop, young man, this seems to have been dropped by you, right?"

The young man who was called stopped stopped and looked at Rotstosky with a puzzled look. Then he noticed his wallet and said with gratitude: "Oh, thank you, I am so grateful to you, this is my wallet."

Rotstosky said with a serious look: "Be careful, don't put it in the back pocket anymore. It will fall out easily and be stolen easily. I just picked it up and see if there is nothing missing."

After returning his wallet to the young man who was so grateful to him, Rotstosky walked to the front of the newspaper booth, took out the super film of ten rubles, and shouted: "A labor newspaper."

He held the newspaper in his left hand and handed the money in his right hand, but there was a magazine hidden under the newspaper that adults liked. Rotstosky always liked to play these tricks.

Rotstosky came to the park, found a bench without anyone and sat down, then spread the newspaper, took out the things like magic, and placed them on the newspaper he spread.

An apple, an orange, a piece of chocolate, a cucumber, a black bread, a bottle of vodka, a small jar of caviar, and a small piece of sausage, was just enough for Roctosky's lunch.

While having lunch, Rotstosky was admiring his magazine. After lunch, Rotstosky wrapped up the garbage on the front page of the newspaper and threw it into the trash can together.

Rotstosky never reads news when he reads newspapers, he only reads advertisements.

When Rotstosky saw the advertisement, he was stunned at first, and then he started crying with the newspaper in his hand.

After waiting for a while to cry, Rotstosky took out his cell phone and dialed it out according to the phone number in the newspaper. After waiting for someone to answer the phone, he still cried and said, "Hey, I am a magician, who are you, why did you issue the assembly order? Why did you issue the assembly order now? Why didn't you issue the convening order earlier? The thief is dead, he is already dead. He has been waiting for someone to call him, but he is already dead!"

In the city of Churchkovo, the Russian Military Intelligence Bureau, which is a headquarters base in Gruu, Lebedev left his dormitory as usual and went to the cafeteria to prepare for his lunch.

Gruu was almost unaffected in the collapse of the Soviet Union, and Lebedev came here almost from the first day of the collapse of the Soviet Union and stayed until now.

Lebedev no longer had any position in Gruu, but everyone who saw him, mainly the officer, would stand at him and salute him respectfully and say hello to him. Only those new recruits would be curious about why this old man with a serious face and gray hair always liked to eat with them in the soldiers' cafeteria.

Lebedev just doesn't like going to the officers' cafeteria, he just likes to go to the soldiers' cafeteria.

Although he has no position and has reached retirement age, Lebedev still has one of his dormitories at this base. Only he can wear casual clothes, and only he can enter and exit at will without anyone's approval. No matter which cafeteria he wants to eat, it is his freedom.

After lunch, Lebedev came to the reading room because there was the newspaper he wanted to read.

When Lebedev read the newspaper and found the advertisement, he pondered for a long time, very long.

Finally, Lebedev stood up and put the newspaper in his original position. Then, instead of returning to his officers' dormitory as usual, he headed towards the gate of the base.

Lebedev met several people along the way, nodded with each officer who saluted him, and then continued to walk towards the gate with a calm expression on his face.
Chapter completed!