Seeing that Wei Ran fell silent, Akeem on the other end of the phone said rather urgently, "Is there anything inconvenient?"
"Mr. Akeem, I just heard the professor talk to me about this matter last night." Wei Ran said tactfully, "I haven't gotten up yet. Even if I rush over, I won't have a clue. You have to give me something.
Time for preliminary preparation.”
"Sorry Victor, I was in a hurry." Akeem chased and asked, "When will it be convenient for you to come over?"
"Let me make some preparations first. How about I call you back when I have determined the time?"
"Then...Okay, I'll wait for your call." Akeem said helplessly.
After hanging up the phone with a few polite words, Wei Ran found that both Nikolai and Jima were looking at him curiously.
"Work stuff"
Wei Ran helplessly pointed to the skis still on the table and the flag that had been unfurled by Nicholas, and briefly introduced the whole story.
"What can be found through these things?" Nikolai asked curiously. Although he was a KGB, he also did not think that a missing division commander could be found with just a flag and a pair of skis.
"I don't know either. The truth is hidden in the historical archives. The hard part is how to find them out. In many cases, there are no relevant records in the historical archives. In the end, we can only rely on guessing."
As Wei Ran spoke, he poured a large glass of soy milk for each of them, placed the sugar jar on the table, and then brought the hot bean paste buns.
"Sounds like a boring job"
Ji Ma gave his own evaluation. He used his chopsticks as a bayonet and stabbed a red bean paste bun and took a hard bite. His stool was so hot that he almost barked.
To Wei Ran's surprise, Nicholas used his chopsticks very well. He even knew how to take a bite first and then use his chopsticks to pick out the bean paste filling and eat it.
Chatting about the flags and snowboards at the other end of the long table, the three of them finished their breakfast leisurely. Jima borrowed Weiran's car keys first and drove away in the arrogant off-road vehicle outside the studio.
There is no shadow.
Nicholas looked at Wei Ran, who had a painful expression on his face, and patted his shoulder comfortingly, "Victor, although I don't know much about your work, I'm still going to give you some suggestions."
"Please tell me," Wei Ran said respectfully. Regardless of whether Nikolai is kgb or not, just because he is 90 years old, he must be given enough respect.
"While you are studying under Culp, try to make more achievements in your current capacity. This will only be good for you."
Nikolai turned around and walked out of the studio, squinting his eyes and looking in the direction of the Volga River, "Although the Soviet Union is no longer around, a young man with traces of KGB will always attract the attention of interested people. I will give you that flamboyant off-road vehicle.
A car is just to cover up traces on your body that may not be exposed in the future, but if you can shine in your professional field, the halo that comes with it can help you cover up a lot of things."
Without waiting for Wei Ran to say anything else, Nikolai turned around and patted Wei Ran on the shoulder again, "Okay, I'm going back to start my Harley-Davidson motorcycle and go around the city."
Watching Nikolai's old but tall back disappear at the corner of the boulevard, Wei Ran looked back at the skis and flags on the table, but still did not make an impulsive decision.
He admitted that Nikolai's words may be correct, but after all, Nikolai did not know how dangerous his investigation process was. Not even Nikolai, even Weiran himself did not know what kind of danger he would face.
But having said that, before going to Hongqin Forest Farm to study, he had considered using cowhide notebooks to return to some key battles and record some historic moments. The battle of Suao Musalmi was a bit more dangerous.
But if I could record everything that happened at that time, I might be able to cause some small-scale sensation.
Do you want to go? Wei Ran hesitated for a long time, and finally picked up the phone and dialed back the call that Akeem just called.
"Victor, have you decided when to come over?" Akeem asked urgently as soon as the call was connected.
"Mr. Akeem, I can go there at the earliest tomorrow."
Wei Ran didn't wait for the other party to speak, and continued, "But if I can find out anything specifically based on that pair of skis and that flag, I may need to chat with you in person and take a look at the actual situation around the house before I can give you any information.
Your correct answer."
"No problem! No problem!"
Akeem agreed without any hesitation and said enthusiastically, "Send me your passport and I will buy you a plane ticket now!"
After a few words, he hung up the phone. Wei Ran threw the phone on the table, rubbed his face hard and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. But after all, it was the Battle of Suau Musalmi, which almost killed two Soviet leaders.
The frozen hell of an formed infantry division.
It's a pity. It would be nice if more life-saving things could be stuffed into that cowhide notebook.
Wei Ran sighed secretly, stood up and walked towards the bookshelf in the deepest part of the studio. He wanted to carefully search for records about that battle before setting off. At least he wanted to know where the Finnish army was surrounded from, and even more clearly.
Where did the Soviet army die? Even when he got there, he was going to compare it with the map and figure out the actual terrain clearly, lest he really needed to rely on a cowhide notebook and run around like a headless fly when he returned to that battle.
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While Weiran was busy, Akeem quickly sent the flight information to his mobile phone, and soon Jima also returned the car to the door of the studio with a violation.
"Are you ready to go out?" While Jima asked, he picked up a bottle of Professor Alexei's remaining gin from the refrigerator.
"Go to Finland." Wei Ran, who was immersed in flipping through historical files, responded absently.
Hearing this, Jima immediately showed a lewd expression on his face, "I heard that Finnish beauties are almost everywhere in the streets. Victor, why don't you take me with you?"
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Wei Ran raised his head and said sarcastically, "I don't know if Finland is full of beauties on the streets, but I know that if you dare to be bolder than others in Finland like in that bar in Germany, you will definitely be beaten to death, and you will definitely not
There will be a Culp to pick you up."
"Who said I went there for beautiful women?" Jima refused to admit the obscene purpose almost written on his face, "I did it to protect your safety, and by the way, I could go skiing in Finland and see the Aurora or something."
Wei Ran returned his attention to the file he had just found, "I'm afraid it hasn't snowed yet where I went, but I might be able to see the aurora."
"How about taking me with you anyway?"
Ji Ma licked his face and began to introduce himself, "The trees in the forest in that damn place in Finland are more than the population. With an experienced hunter like me, you will definitely not encounter any danger."
When Wei Ran heard this, his heart moved. Although Ji Ma was unreliable and his purpose was impure, at least what he said just now was correct. If he really planned to go to the site of the Battle of Suao Musalmi to familiarize himself with the terrain, he could bring him with him.
It seems to be useful to fuck him. Of course, the premise is that this animal that seems to be sunny all year round doesn't get yourself into trouble.
"Can you ski?" Wei Ran looked at the other person and asked.
"Look at the stupid question you asked!" Ji Ma assured, patting his chest, "When I learned how to ski, you were probably still in elementary school."
"What a coincidence." Wei Ran dropped the file in his hand, "When I learned how to ski, I'm afraid you were still in elementary school."
"I didn't lie to you!" Ji Ma defended.
"I didn't lie to you," Wei Ran also vowed. He may not be as good as Ji Ma in hunting, but he is really good at skiing. This is one of the few hobbies he has had since childhood.
"So how about taking me with you?" Ji Ma asked excitedly.
"I'll ask my client, if he is willing to help you pay for the air ticket, then you can go ahead." As Wei Ran spoke, he picked up his cell phone and dialed Akeem.
