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Chapter 676 The work left behind by the martyrs

On December 26, 1991, the wind and snow were still biting, and the old-fashioned radio that was moved from the radio station was still broadcasting the live broadcast intermittently. The Supreme Soviet of the Soviet Union announced the cessation of the Soviet Union's existence.

On the table not far away, Taras refused everyone's help and carefully helped his teacher, Dr. Murat, remove the revolver frozen with his lips, and then wiped it gently with a clean towel.

The remaining blood stains fell from the corners of his mouth.

At the same time, Wei Ran also found a piece of manuscript paper under the radio on the table. On this manuscript paper, there was only a short sentence written in messy handwriting: "I am a Soviet, so I am also included in the Soviet Union."

In the auditorium."

Silently, he handed the piece of manuscript paper to April, who looked at it and then handed it to Taras, who was sitting in a chair in a daze.

"boom!"

Without warning, Ratas picked up the pistol his teacher had used to commit suicide, pointed it at the radio that was still broadcasting news, and pulled the trigger.

After the gunfire, the living cabin filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke fell into complete silence. Taras threw the pistol onto the table with a clang, rubbed his cheeks vigorously, and cursed vaguely.

"It's time to make a decision"

Apolly walked to the table calmly, keeping the revolver less than ten centimeters away from his right hand and said, "Comrades, let's make a decision now. Should we stay or wait for the snowstorm to end?"

Leave immediately after that, we can’t let anyone get into trouble again.”

"I want to leave," Sharip said with a tearful voice, "I want to go home, I want to go home now."

"I want to leave too," Gennady said with his head lowered. "We can't do anything on our own, so let's leave."

"I want to stay"

Agravan, who rarely speaks these days, said decisively, "We still have work to do, Taras, what about you? You will stay too, right?"

Taras nodded after a moment of silence, "Indeed, we do still have work to do."

"What else do we have to do?! Collect core samples?!"

Gennady's emotions suddenly exploded, and he asked hoarsely, "Didn't you hear the broadcast? The Soviet Union is no longer here! Pavel and Dr. Murat are no longer here either! Are we going to stay in this hellish place to die?"

"

"It won't take too long," Agravan said calmly, "When the snowstorm is over, it won't take too long."

"Yes, it won't take too long." Taras said apologetically, "We just need to..."

"Just what?"

Gennady, who almost collapsed, interrupted what Taras had just said, "Are we going to wait until we collect enough samples and send them back to the base camp? Then what? Wait for the Soviet Union to send us bonuses? I have already said,

The Soviet Union is no longer here, are you idiots?!"

"Shut up!"

The bald Agravan grabbed Gennady by the collar and said, "I told you, we still have work to do!"

"Agwan, let him go." Ratas said tiredly, "We do still have the final work to complete, and we won't waste too much time."

"Talas, what kind of job is this?" Sharip asked cautiously, "I can help you, what do you need me to do?"

"Nothing." Taras waved his hand, "We won't waste too much time, I promise."

"What is nothing?"

Gennadi, who was still being grabbed by the collar, asked angrily, "Starting from September 1st, Sharip and I came to this hellish place with everyone. The two of us were doing the hardest sampling work, but we...

I don’t know anything. Taras, are Sharip and I researchers of the Tinder project or slaves doing hard labor?”

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The angry Agravan almost grabbed Gennady by the collar and lifted him up.

"Agwan...let's show it to them, and if...if they want it, let them sign it too."

After saying that, Taras struggled to pick up Dr. Murat, staggered towards the direction of the hatch, and at the same time asked helplessly, "Victor, Apolly, can you help me open the cargo compartment door?"

?I want to put Mr. Murat and Mr. Pavel together."

"I'll go"

Wei Ran winked at Apolly, and waited until the other party separated Agravan and Gennady who were about to fight, then helped open the hatch and led Taras to the cargo hold.

When he opened the door of the cargo hold, the roar of the generator immediately drowned out the sound of the wind outside. At the same time, he also noticed that the snowflakes that drifted into the cargo hold from the ventilation window next to the generator also covered Pavel.

A face that has long been frozen.

Sighing secretly, Weiran helped Taras put Murat's body into the cargo hold, then took off his gloves and swept away the snow covering Pavel's body.

"Before the blizzard, he promised me that he would not commit suicide like Dr. Pavel."

Taras gently covered Dr. Murat's body with the blanket he brought, and said with a cry, "He also promised me that once the Tinder project can no longer continue, he will go to Moscow with me to find a solution."

Hearing this, Wei Ran, who was about to leave the cargo hold, had to stop, closed the cargo hold door, and listened quietly amidst the noise of the generator.

"I even thought about who I should ask for help when I return to Moscow. But how could he..."

"Different"

Wei Ran, who originally didn't want to say anything, finally couldn't help but said, "Talas, Dr. Murat's suicide is different from Dr. Pavel's suicide."

"What's the difference?" Taras subconsciously looked at Wei Ran, who was shrouded in dim light.

"Pavel committed suicide because he lost hope in the Spark project. He knew that he would never be able to see the Spark sent to Mars in his lifetime. But Dr. Murat did it because of the collapse of the Soviet Union. He was a great martyr.

By."

Wei Ran turned around and looked at the bewildered Ratas, "He knew a long time ago that the Tinder project would be stopped, and he had already accepted the result. But he couldn't accept the disintegration of the Soviet Union, so even if you can send the Tinder project to

Going to any planet has no meaning for Dr. Murat."

This chapter is not over yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After saying that, Weiyan opened the door of the cargo hold and jumped into the wind and snow. In the cargo hold, Taras hugged Murat for the last time

Doctor, wiped away his tears, put on his goggles, and stumbled out of the cargo hold.

When the two of them came back, Agrawan took out the two pages of thin documents from the locked iron cabinet and threw them on the table. "If you agree to help, please sign your names."

Hearing this, Gennady and Apolly came to the table almost in no particular order, followed closely by Shalip and Wei Ran who was bumbling.

"That safe holds all the original data of the Tinder project?!"

Gennady asked in disbelief, but Apolly didn't seem surprised by this, and just looked at Taras and Agravan.

The two men nodded, "It's all in the safe."

"Then what is the purpose of our sampling in the past few months? Is it just a cover?" Sharip asked disappointedly.

"of course not"

Taras subconsciously retorted, "Mr. Barsukov is still leading the team to continue follow-up research in Irkutsk. The samples we collected will also be sent to his laboratory to provide important data."

"In April next year, we will indeed conduct a space environment survival experiment." Agrawan paused, "At least that was the original plan."

"Then these..." April pointed to the safe.

"After the 819 incident, Mr. Barsukov was worried that someone would steal Soviet property. In fact, some people were already trying to sell ongoing or even completed scientific research projects."

Taras said sadly, "So he entrusted Dr. Murat and Dr. Pavel to send the original data to this abandoned mine for preservation. He only left backup data there that could be destroyed at any time.

As for the subsequent data obtained, without those original materials and theoretical support, even if it is stolen, it will not have much value. This will at least give the Soviet Union a chance to preserve this state-owned property, and in the future, there may be a chance to restart it.

Tinder Project.”

"So that's it..." Apolly muttered this sigh subconsciously, but Wei Ran, who was standing next to him, realized something.

"So if you plan to complete this work together, just sign it." As Agrawan spoke, he took out a pen from his pocket and placed it on the document.

"Aren't you worried that we will leak the news?" Apolly asked, but he had already picked up a pen and signed his name in the blank space of the document.

"There's nothing to worry about," Taras responded noncommittally, without giving a detailed explanation.

"I'm willing to stay and help." Sharip signed his name for the second time.

"I...I am willing too" Gennady signed his name for the third time.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Wei Ran happily took the pen and wrote his name.

"Since everyone has no objections"

Taras said, looking at each other and Agravan, and then said, "After the snowstorm is over, we will find a good location for these materials, and then bury Murat and Dr. Pavel. After all the time is over, we will

go back."

"Talas"

Gennady asked tentatively, "We...can we see the information in the safe? We just..."

"I'm not interested" was the first to express his opinion.

"I'm not interested either," Sharip said for the second time. "Of course, if there is an opportunity to restart the Tinder project in the future, I hope to have the opportunity to become a researcher on this project. When the time comes, I will carefully read the information without missing any letter.

.”

"I'm not interested either"

Wei Ran spread his hands and said, "I'm just a transport truck driver. Even if you show it to me, I'm afraid I won't be able to understand it."

"When...when I didn't say it"

Gennady scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. Without waiting for Taras or Agravan to say anything, he took the initiative to change the subject and asked, "Where are you going to hide those materials?"

"In the mine," Agravan said with a sigh, "That's the location that Mr. Pavel and Mr. Murat decided when they came here last time."

"No one among us will commit suicide again, right?" Sharip asked abruptly, "We can go back after hiding the information, right?"

"right"

Taras steeled himself and replied, "We will go back as soon as the snowstorm stops and we have hidden the information."


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