As the short daylight on December 6th was replaced by night and the gorgeous aurora, Weiyan, with the help of Taras and Sharip, carried the stewed soft and boneless wolf meat to the transport truck coming from Apolly.
In the car.
When the lid of the soup bucket was opened, the water vapor with rich aroma dispersed instantly, easily suppressing the lingering smell of smelly feet in the living cabin, and also caused everyone in the carriage to take a deep breath.
One breath.
“Come and eat”
While Wei Ran was talking, he had already filled Dr. Murat's dinner plate with a large spoonful of braised wolf meat with soup and water.
As the saying goes, Stalin couldn't stand still even with the nuclear bomb in hand.
Although I have never eaten this kind of dog meat, after simmering it for three or four hours, the taste of this wolf meat is really good, at least it is much more delicious than rabbit meat without any fat.
"Victor, from now on you can just be responsible for cooking."
While Dr. Murat was speaking, he had picked up a piece of wolf meat with his hands and put it into his mouth. While chewing it, he said, "Comrade Lenin testifies that this is much more delicious than the butter stewed wolf meat that Apoli made last time."
“It’s definitely a bit tastier than what I made.”
Apolly also picked up a piece from his dinner plate and threw it into his mouth, "I hunted two wolves today. If I had known, I would have brought their meat back together."
"Let's eat these first and then talk." As Wei Ran spoke, he also gave Agrawan, who was last in line, a big spoonful of wolf meat.
"Apolly, please allow me to correct you."
Pavel, who had just woken up, dipped the bread in the thick soup and took a bite, saying vaguely, "This is not a little better, but a lot better. At least I didn't cook it in Victor."
I ate so much wolf hair that I couldn’t even chew it.”
"Teacher Pavel, please don't mention the dish that Apolly cooked last time."
Gennady covered his mouth and complained, "You just saw that I ate a ball of hair covered in butter."
"Don't mention it from now on"
Dr. Murat shivered involuntarily, "Apolly, I have lost my appetite just thinking about the food you cooked. Now we need a bottle of vodka to calm down."
"That's right!" Agravan was the first to agree, followed by several young people around him and even Dr. Pavel who knocked on the table.
"Drink if you want. I have no right to restrict you." Apolly spread his hands helplessly and went to the cargo hold to get a bottle of cold vodka.
"Dr. Murat, should we listen to the radio?" Gennady asked tentatively, "We've been waiting for a few days..."
"Forget it Gennady"
Sharip picked up the cup and took a sip, "The news on the radio now is even more unappetizing than the food Apoli cooked last time."
"Although I admit that you are right," Apolly spread his hands innocently, "but why do you always bring me with you?"
"Shouldn't you know better than all of us?" Pavel joked while raising his glass and clinking it with Apolly and Wei Ran respectively.
"Forget the radio."
Murat said in a joking tone a fact that is very likely to come true, "If we hear the news on the radio one day later, maybe we can be Soviets for one more day."
Seeing that everyone in the living cabin with different thoughts fell into silence again, April spit out the chewed bones, picked up the wine glass and suggested, "Let's sing! How about a song by the Gems?"
"How about the song My Address is the Soviet Union?" Pavel suggested.
"As long as it's not that song, I'll take you to the tundra."
Gennady deliberately laughed at himself with a grimace, "I'm afraid we are less than a hundred kilometers away from the tundra. I don't want to go further north."
"In fact, the closest tundra to us is almost three hundred kilometers away," Dr. Murat corrected with a smile.
"Dr. Murat, have you been to the tundra?" April asked curiously.
"Of course, of course I have been."
Murat and Pavel looked at each other and said with a smile, "It's almost three hundred kilometers away due north."
“This location”
Pavel tapped the map on the wall with the fork in his hand, and successfully left three stains the size of match heads on it. "Dr. Murat and I were surveying this place by helicopter.
We've been to the tundra, and we even landed in an abandoned copper mine to escape a storm."
"There is a lot of mining equipment left in that mine," Murat said, taking up the topic, "and there is a portrait of Comrade Khrushchev hanging in the auditorium there."
"My biggest regret at that time was that I could not bring a piece of corn, so this time I specially prepared a gift for Mr. Khrushchev's portrait."
As Pavel spoke, he opened the drawer of the dining table, reached out and took out a pair of plump corn cobs. The yellow-orange corn cobs even had a pink bow tied on each!
"So we are really going to the tundra?" Gennady asked with a grimace.
"of course not"
Murat said with a smile, "Our work before the permafrost melts is at most only to the intersection of the tundra zone and the forest. The exploration of the tundra will be next winter."
"But that doesn't stop us from going to the copper mine, right?"
Like an acrobat, Dr. Pavel tossed two corns in circles in his hands, even adding an empty vodka bottle to the mix.
After this impromptu performance, everyone's conversation was also attracted to topics such as the stories that Khrushchev and Corn had to tell. This warm living cabin was gradually filled with laughter brought by Soviet-style humor.
Full.
After the meal, Dr. Pavel and his students Agavan and Gennady took over the work, while Dr. Murat and the three began to rest.
Accordingly, Apolly also took over the sentry work of the Weiyan, and the beginning of this work was to warm up the transport vehicle.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After the transport truck stopped again, Pavel said to Wei Ran who was about to open the hatch, "Victor, you can totally stay in the living room."
There is no need to hide out like that stubborn young man in the cabin."
"Coffee or black tea?" Wei Ran turned around and asked with a smile.
Pavel was stunned when he heard this, and replied with a smile, "Black tea!"
"Where's Dr. Murat?"
Wei Ran continued to ask. At this time, Taras and Sharip, who had been busy for several hours, were already lying on the bed with their heads covered and fast asleep, but Dr. Murat was still sitting at the table, watching with interest.
The original title is "The Kara Sea and Siberian Sea Ice".
"I want black tea too, please put more sugar and milk." Dr. Murat replied without raising his head.
"Hold on"
As Wei Ran spoke, he picked up the enamel kettle on the edge of the stove and made each of the three people, including himself, a cup of black tea.
"If you don't mind, how about I clean this place?" Wei Ran asked proactively after putting down the kettle.
"That's the best thing," Pavel replied happily, "just don't touch our manuscript paper."
"certainly"
Wei Ran smiled, picked up a rag that seemed to have never been used hanging on the chimney, wet it, and began to wipe it patiently, starting from the hatch.
The reason why he took the initiative to take on this job was definitely not because of his love for cleanliness. It was just to get familiar with the arrangement of items in the living cabin through cleaning, and to see if he could discover any hidden secrets. To put it bluntly,
This is no different from him rummaging around for various things in the cab.
However, compared to the cab, the living cabin where seven or eight rough men live is not really clean.
Not to mention anything else, by the time he finished wiping the locked iron cabinet and safe, the originally white cotton rag was already as dark as the sky outside the window.
However, it was through this opportunity that he had fought for that he was sure that as long as he found a way to get two wires, he could open those iron cabinets. If he could be given another half hour to an hour of alone time
, maybe he can even break open the safe.
On the other hand, when he was wiping the iron cabinet and the safe, both Dr. Murat and Dr. Pavel, who was relatively more talkative, also focused their attention on him. There was no doubt that the iron cabinet and the safe were
There must be something very important stored in the safe.
In addition, he also discovered that the drawers of the two solid wood tables could also be locked, and the only ones holding the keys were undoubtedly Murat and Pavel.
But it was obvious that there was nothing important in this drawer except for a drawer full of vodka bottle caps collected by Dr. Murat and a dozen animal teeth of various sizes collected by Pavel.
Murat even took the initiative to open the drawer, clean up the debris inside, and dump all the unnecessary small items into the iron bucket for garbage.
It took more than an hour to wipe down all the places that could be wiped. Wei Ran wetted the broom and carefully swept the space including under the bed.
After harvesting more than a dozen pairs of socks that stinked with foot odor, foot wraps that made me feel sick to my stomach, half a bucket of dust and various magazines.
He also accidentally caught a glimpse of an F1 grenade that was wrapped in a sock and stuffed into a mug in the box belonging to Gennady!
Wei Ran quietly restored the already ajar cover to its original state, picked up the broom again, and carefully cleaned the debris under the bed. However, there was one more member in the list of dangerous people in his heart.
name.
It took more than two hours to clean the living cabin inside and out, set up a full set of sanitary ignition and even boiled a bucket of boiling water, successfully clearing the bathroom that had been frozen for who knows how long.
Drainage pipe valve. In this way, at least everyone can take a shower.
Such painstaking actions naturally won the favor of the two doctors, especially after he fixed all the socks and footcloths that everyone had dried around the stove with clips on a rope pulled between the two carriages.
The clean living cabin is finally no longer filled with the pungent foot odor.
Finally, the water storage bucket was filled with clean snow, and Weiran wiped the Soviet slogan on the water tank one last time, then lay down on his own bed, closed his eyes and listened to the two doctors talking from time to time.
Chatting, trying to get some more information from it.
Unfortunately, until Dr. Murat was about to take a nap an hour before the shift, most of what they talked about was just worries about the current situation, their scientific research projects, and their teachers.
In the end, in the living cabin, which was still 25 days away from 1992, only the rhythmic sound of the old-fashioned mechanical typewriter and the constant snoring were left.
