"You mean you want me to hand over my gun?" Vika looked at the lieutenant colonel and said in a low voice.
"Yes, including the bow and arrow on the hunter lady's back and the dagger on her body. The shotgun in your hand is also one of the unstable factors and needs to be stably controlled. No one can guarantee what you will do when you are stressed.
It's a regrettable thing. I didn't want to be violent during the process of disarming, because there are children in this room." The lieutenant colonel had sharp eyes and spoke loudly.
"Brother! Don't listen to him! He and that woman must be in the same group!" The robber sister suddenly screamed.
"Hey, hey, guys, calm down. There's no need to use knives or guns. I mean, it's better to leave weapons like this to someone for safekeeping?" Adam, an American, saw the opportunity and immediately spoke in broken Russian.
Warm...but it's a pity that in a room full of Soviets, no one would listen to his American opinion.
"How can I guarantee that after surrendering the gun, you won't kill us with a backhand shot?" Vika asked, staring closely at the lieutenant colonel.
"If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it when I opened the door and walked in." the lieutenant colonel said calmly.
This is the truth. At that time, Vika was in a confrontation with the female hunter. The KGB lieutenant colonel could easily kill the two of them by raising the Makarov pistol in his hand, but the lieutenant colonel did not do so, even though he could have done so.
Did this.
"You don't seem to realize what the trouble we are facing now." The lieutenant colonel said lightly, turning to look out the window, "I have a hunch that this snowstorm will last for a long time, and the geographical location here is very remote.
, radio cannot transmit. If we are trapped here, we will inevitably face a series of problems such as disease, hunger, etc. In this case, conflicting with each other is undoubtedly a stupid act to accelerate self-destruction!"
"Will the snowstorm be very long?" Adam, an American, said subconsciously, "Then aren't we trapped here?"
"You are not a local, how do you know that the blizzard will last for a long time? The longest blizzard in this area has not lasted more than three days!" Vikar clenched his shotgun and asked, "Why would a KGB officer appear in a place like this? Why are you talking to me?
We were stuck in a blizzard together.”
The lieutenant colonel suddenly stopped talking and turned to look at Vika silently.
The female hunter on the side instantly realized that Vika seemed to have asked a key point, a key point that the KGB lieutenant colonel could not answer, or did not want to answer...
Why would an officer of the Domestic Counterintelligence Department or a lieutenant colonel appear in the Siberian border area? Or even be trapped in such a wilderness?
"I won't answer your question," said the KGB lieutenant colonel. "This is related to the confidential information of the motherland."
"What kind of confidential information can there be in such a cold and remote place... This military uniform of yours can't be stolen, right?" The robber sister couldn't help muttering in a low voice, but after she noticed that the lieutenant colonel was staring at her, she
He immediately shut up and hid behind his elder brother.
"There is no need to question whether I am a formal officer. If you still have any doubts about my identity, I welcome you to verify it. I can only tell you that I have an important mission now, and everything needs to be done in this mission.
I have to move out of the way, so during this period of snowstorm, I don’t want any accident to happen.” The KGB Lieutenant Colonel stared at everyone in the room and said.
The female hunter stared at the KGB lieutenant colonel for a long time, and suddenly spit out a fact that had happened long ago, but was shocking and difficult to accept no matter when it was mentioned.
"But the motherland has long since ceased to exist. What intelligence secrets are there left worth enforcing?"
Both the robber brother and sister were stunned for a moment and looked at the lieutenant colonel, while the American looked a little strange and said nothing.
Today is December 31, 1991. This is Northern Siberia, where the news is extremely backward. Although the people living here are people of the Soviet Union, it may take them half a month or even a month to know about it in this remote corner.
This shocking fact - their motherland, the great Soviet Union, had declared its disintegration six days ago.
The day before the disintegration of the Soviet Union, "Swan Lake" echoed in the sky of Moscow. Every household looked up at the porcelain-white daytime, wondering what would happen tomorrow. One day later, on December 25, Mikhail Sher
Guyevich Gorbachev announced his resignation as President of the Soviet Union, the superpower competing with the United States announced its disintegration, the era of the Soviet Union came to an end, and an era of chaos and turmoil began.
"The motherland... no longer exists?" Vika was stunned for a long time, and finally uttered this sentence strangely.
There is no unacceptable and no collapse... This is the most normal reaction, because there is no real feeling, no matter in life or in any aspect. In this remote town of Verkhoyansk, every household is living almost the same life.
The self-sufficient life, the depreciation of the ruble, and the chaos of the times were completely isolated in distant Moscow by the snowstorm. The disintegration of the Soviet Union was indeed shocking enough for them, but it could not give them the slightest sense of reality.
"This is not a funny joke..." Vika suddenly looked at the huntress and said.
Valley
"A joke? Why do you think I returned to my hometown from Moscow? Why do you think I told my old man that he had a chance to see his son? I came back because Moscow has become such a mess that I don't want to see her continue to get uglier.
But what I didn’t expect was that even if I returned to my hometown, I would still see the same ugly people!" The huntress looked at Vika with an excited tone.
"You son of a bitch! Who are you calling ugly!"
Vika was still silent. His sister Dusha, who was wearing a bearskin hat, started to curse loudly. She jumped and pointed at the nose of the huntress and said obscenities frequently. The huntress also scolded her without hesitation, even though
While yelling in the local dialect, he was cursing in Russian with an orthodox Moscow accent. He was talking nonsense and couldn't stop talking at all.
"You're a bastard with a mother and no father. Maybe you're so angry because we caught you stealing with that old guy!" Dusha looked at the huntress's figure with disdain, which couldn't even be covered by her fur coat.
She made a weird laugh and slandered her, and she specifically said this sentence in Russian with an accent.
"That's enough." The KGB lieutenant colonel suddenly roared.
This was the first time he spoke with emotion. His deep voice made everyone tremble. They turned to look at the man who looked like an iron tower. He circled around and said coldly, "Patients who have just undergone surgery need to be quiet."
We need to rest in an environment, so the quarrel ends here. We will talk about handing in the weapons later. What we should do now is collect the necessary supplies!"
"Take out all the supplies, food, fuel, and medicines in this house. These are the necessities we need before we get through the snowstorm. Don't miss any place." The lieutenant colonel issued an order for everyone. Even if the Soviet Union disintegrated,
The KGB has been split up, and now his words are full of an unquestionable sense of power. This is the leadership style of a person born in a high position, and now this wooden house really needs a leader to maintain stability, otherwise the result will be gunfire and chaos.
ending.
"Okay." Vika was the first to agree, hugging the shotgun tightly in his arms, as if this was the only thing that could bring him a sense of security.
The female hunter gritted her teeth and glanced at the bandit brothers and sisters, then turned around and walked to the other side of the wooden house. The American Adam was at a loss throughout the process. His Russian language skills seemed to be limited. This group of people spoke so much and fast that it was difficult for him to fully understand them.
No matter what they were arguing about, they still mostly understood the terms of food and medicine in response to the Lieutenant Colonel's instructions. When they saw other people's actions, they knew what they should do. They turned around and rummaged around in the wooden house to start searching.
Everyone began to carry out this order, including the KGB lieutenant colonel who issued the order. They all silently began to rummage through every corner of the wooden house. In a sense, this period of time was also freed up by everyone for themselves.
During the cooling-off period, they were sorting out everything that had happened in this short period of time and mentally preparing what to do next.
The proposal to hand over the weapons, the origins of the KGB officers, and the disintegration of the Soviet Union were all put aside. Just like the fact pointed out by the lieutenant colonel before, now all of them are facing the same problem, that is, the unknown length of the blizzard.
And the limited resources in this wooden house.
The snowstorm outside the window is getting bigger and bigger, and the warmth provided by the firewood in the stove is also limited. Everyone moves their hands and feet as much as possible to maintain body temperature. The more they rummage through the wooden house, the more their movements become louder.
It's not because it's too cold, but because the more I look for them, the more frightened I feel.
"Brother, did you find something to eat over there?"
"Only half a frozen fish... Where's your side, Dusha?"
"Only a few slices of bread."
"Hey, friends, look what I found. There is a lot of wine here, including red brand vodka!"
"Looking for food, wine can't fight hunger."
The speed of rummaging through boxes and cabinets became faster, and when everyone finally put all the resources they found on the wooden table, everyone fell silent.
Two half-frozen crucian carp, a few slices of bread, a bottle of homemade red sauce, and some Red Label vodka, this is all the food reserves in this room.
The cabin fell into a dead silence, even more complete than the previous stalemate. The blizzard outside the window roared unbridled, seeming to mock the situation of the people trapped in the cabin.
"It can't be just these." Vika, the bandit brother, said in a low voice, "We must have missed it somewhere. Every household in Verkhoyansk has a lot of food stored in it, let alone the old man living alone in the suburbs like this.
The hunter."
"But that's all we found. Is there anything we missed that we didn't find?" My sister Dusha's expression is not very good now, because even she, who has always used her brother to think about herself and never used her brain, has realized a serious problem.
The problem.
There are currently eight people hiding in the safe haven of the hunter's cabin (old hunter, female hunter, bandit brother and sister, Yelena sister and brother, lieutenant colonel, and American Adam). You can know these two things without deliberately doing the so-called resource allocation.
Fish and a few slices of bread are simply not enough.
If the snowstorm really lasts for more than three days or even longer as the lieutenant colonel said, then this group of people will face the crisis of running out of food the next morning, because this food will not even serve as their dinner tonight.