Late at night on December 16, 1991, everyone, including Wei Ran, moved from the transport truck into the abandoned building.
In the radio station with the door locked, April continued to play with the radio station, which received no response at all.
In the room where the vodka was stored, Wei Ran also lit the stove. While listening to the news broadcast on the loudspeaker, he absentmindedly prepared meals for everyone, but in fact, he focused most of his attention on the dim light outside the door.
in the corridor.
At this time, Murat and Dr. Pavel were standing at the door of the room where Wei Ran was, silently listening to the conversations coming from the room opposite.
In this room where the key disk left by the guard on duty was found, a metal bucket used as a stove had been burned red by the charcoal fire, and the heat it released also made this small room particularly special.
of warmth.
Around the solid wood table with wine bottles and glasses, four young people, led by Taras and Agwan, were each holding a few playing cards and chatting about their own ideas while playing.
"Actually, it's better to go back as soon as possible." Taras threw out a few cards and said in a moderate voice, "We have to leave here eventually."
"What about Project Tinder? What to do with it?"
Gennadi asked, "I have been following this project since I was in the first grade. If it were stopped like this, what would I do over the years..."
"Stop complaining"
Agravan said irritably, "The Soviet Union is gone. Maybe after we go back, I will be sent back to Latvia and you will be sent back to Estonia."
"So you also want to go back immediately?" Taras asked.
"I do not want"
Agravan threw all the cards in his hand on the table irritably, "My dream is to send fire to Mars and watch those charming little lives begin to multiply on Mars. But now that the Soviet Union is gone, the fire project will never
It might work."
"So do you want to stay or leave?" Sharip asked in confusion.
"Let's go back"
Agravan pulled hard on his bald head and said, "After returning to Estonia, I may no longer engage in scientific research and microbiology-related work. I plan to become a writer."
"You? become a writer?"
Taras couldn't help laughing and said, "I wrote your love letters to Vera and Arena for you. You told me that you wanted to be a writer? I would rather believe that Gorbachev said that the Soviet Union
will occupy the United States."
"Isn't it because of the love letters you wrote for me that they are not with me?"
Agravan picked up the cup and clinked it with everyone. His expression and tone were extremely serious and he said, "Look, the Soviet Union is no longer here, and the Tinder project is likely to be extinguished, but I still want to see those selected by us.
Psychrotrophic anaerobes thrive on Mars.
So I plan to write a science fiction novel about the story of fire reproducing civilization on Mars.
If I could write it out, I would let the Soviet Union send them to Mars. It would definitely not be Russia, Ukraine, or Latvia and Estonia, let alone the CIS.
However, I guarantee that those who will send fire to Mars will definitely be Russians, Ukrainians, Belarusians, Latvians and Estonians."
"There are also Kazakhs," Sharip reminded. "Apoli is a Kazakh, and he is one of us."
"Yes, there are also Kazakhs!" Agravan quickly corrected his omission.
"If you need me to help you write it, you can contact me at any time."
Taras teased Agravan, and then said seriously, "I will continue to study. Even if the Soviet Union is gone, won't there still be the CIS? Even if they are not interested, there will still be Russia, there will be Belarus, there will be
Wu Kelan and the other 12 former franchise countries, they definitely need to study these things, and I will not let our fire go out!"
“Your ideas are so enviable”
Sharip couldn't help but said, "My father agreed to let me study this subject at that time just because he was the director of a vodka brewing factory. The stubborn old guy insisted that what I learned could help their factory brew better products."
Vodka. So if I go back, I might become a brewer who can drink vodka at any time."
"My dad is a ranger"
Gennady said mockingly, "He doesn't know anything about microorganisms, but he insists that I can live a good life relying on bacteria."
"Knowledge, not bacteria, is what can make you live a good life." Gervan raised his glass as he spoke, "Come on, comrades, for the sake of fire."
"For the fire!" The other three people also raised their cups.
Outside the ajar door, Pavel and Murat, who was also eavesdropping, lightly touched the wine bottle in their hands and murmured in a low voice, "For the fire."
"For fire" Murat responded, raised the bottle and took a sip, then walked into the room that belonged to him temporarily.
On the other hand, Dr. Pavel, as if he had a lot to say, walked into the room where Wei Ran was sitting, sat at the table, and asked while watching Wei Ran busy, "Victor, you must know our research.
Is it a project?"
"We almost know everything." Wei Ran, who had also been eavesdropping just now, sat opposite Dr. Pavel.
"You feel..."
Pavel shook his head mid-sentence, stood up and walked out while saying softly, "Forget it, pretend I didn't say anything, Victor, thank you for providing us with so much food these days."
"nothing"
Wei Ran stood up, and when he was about to say something more, the other party had already walked to the room he belonged to, and then locked the door.
However, less than ten minutes later, a clear gunshot came from Pavel's room, and then he heard the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground!
"broken!"
Wei Ran's heart sank. When he rushed out of the room, the doors to the other three rooms also opened, and everyone looked over.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "It's Pavel's room!"
Before Wei Ran finished speaking, April rushed over with a flashlight. Seeing this, the former also stopped.
Trying to turn the doorknob, Apoli looked left and right, took two playing cards from Agwan's hand, and easily opened the locked door.
But as the door was pushed open by April, Wei Ran also saw Pavel sitting against the wall under the window opposite the door, as well as the Nagan revolver in his hand, and the corners of his mouth.
Dark red blood spilled from everywhere.
Apolly walked over quickly, reached out and touched the remaining bullet hole on the other person's chin, then looked at the window that could not be opened at all, finally sighed, stood up and said, "Dr. Pavel committed suicide."
"This coward! This coward!" Murat punched the door hard, his whole face looking extremely gloomy.
On the contrary, it was April who walked to the table very calmly, picked up the open plastic notebook, and started reading word for word.
"Agwan, you will become an excellent writer. I hope that in your story, fire has spawned a brand new civilization. To be honest, I am looking forward to how those lovely microorganisms will become
What does it look like.
Even when I heard your thoughts outside the door, I wanted to talk to you about my suggestions. But I'm sorry Agwan, I don't have the courage to continue facing tomorrow's news. I will leave all the books in my office to you.
Yes, I hope it will be helpful to your writing.
Gennady, you will live a prosperous life. The disappearance of the Soviet Union may be a good thing, but I am sorry that I cannot guide you to graduate. I will leave you my apartment in the school, if you are willing to live in Irkut
Gram, I can bring your parents over to live with you.
Taras, I sincerely wish you can make a breakthrough in the field of microorganisms. If Dr. Murat doesn't mind, I can leave you some information in the living cabin. I hope that in the near future, you can rekindle the fire and send them to
Go to Mars. However, it doesn’t matter even if you fail, you must always stay optimistic, just like Sharip.
Sharip, if you can use the knowledge you learned about microorganisms to brew better vodka in the future, please remember to give me a bottle and pour it into the Dnieper River. In Irkutsk, I have a car assigned to me by the school.
Car, if you want, just drive it away, I guess no one cares now whether it's my personal property or not.
Comrade Apoli, thank you for your support for us. I have nothing to leave you. I'm sorry that I can't arrange work for your wife. If you don't mind, just use my shotgun and my watch.
Make amends.
Comrade Victor, thank you for the delicious food and clean living environment you provided. I will leave my bunk to you so that you can have a large enough bed in the living cabin.
Murat, my friend, forgive my cowardice.
The fire has been extinguished forever. I can no longer see any hope. Just leave me here. Just put me in the center of the stage in the auditorium. You don’t have to do anything for me. In the next time, I can spend the next time with the person above my head.
Comrade Khrushchev had a good chat. Finally, I leave my pen and accordion to you."
After gently clasping the notebook, Apoli handed it to Agrawan. At the same time, Dr. Murat also turned around and walked out of the room lonely.
Taras looked at Dr. Pavel's body, then looked at Agravan apologetically, and then anxiously caught up with the disheartened Dr. Murat, fearing that his teacher would also be distracted and do something impulsive.
"I don't know...I don't know..." Gennady stumbled around and ran downstairs as if he was frightened.
"Agwan, do you need...need my help?" Sharip asked guiltily.
Agravan shook his head, put the notebook with his last words in his pocket, then picked up the scattered revolver, picked up Dr. Pavel's body, and walked silently to the auditorium that was not too far away.
.
Apolly hesitated for a moment, then picked up the kerosene gas lamp on the table and followed him from a distance.
Is he considered a martyr or a martyr for his country? Probably a martyr...
Wei Ran looked at the infinitely elongated back under the light, and for a moment he didn't know how to evaluate Dr. Pavel who suddenly committed suicide.
Sighing secretly, Wei Ran returned to the room, picked up the camera, and pointed it at the corridor illuminated by kerosene lamps. Sharip hugged his knees in the corner and cried bitterly, followed by Apolly carrying a gun and lantern, and holding Pavel's body.
Agravan walked towards the auditorium, and their shadows were included in the viewfinder and clicked the shutter.
