Chapter 1684 Assembly Order

St. Petersburg.

Tarta opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, reached for a wine bottle by the bedside, but the weight in his hand told him that the bottle was empty, so he threw the bottle aside and hit it. Yawned and looked at the sun outside the window.

After sitting in a daze for a while, Tarta jumped out of bed and put on a smelly coat. Tarta felt that the clothes might really need to be washed, so he put on the coat. He took off his clothes again and threw them on the sofa. He picked up a short-sleeved T-shirt again, but when he found that the smell of the T-shirt in his hand was stronger, he sighed and took the coat that he had thrown away. Came back and put it on again.

Walking through the glass bottles and garbage on the floor, Tarta left the apartment where he lived, walked to the street in the sun, and walked towards the nearest convenience store.

After buying four bottles of vodka and two large bars, Tarta started walking home, then stopped when he passed a newsstand on the corner.

Tarta put the things in his hands at his feet, picked up a labor newspaper, and turned directly to the advertising page. After a few quick glances, he closed the newspaper and placed it as it was before picking up his things. , slowly began to walk again.

The stall owner was already used to this. This old man who was dirty, smelly, and always smelled of alcohol would read his newspaper every day, but he never stayed too long, so the stall owner also It's okay for him to go, he's just an old, lonely drunkard. If he wants to see it, let him see it. Maybe he will freeze to death on the street after getting drunk that winter.

But something was different this time. After the drunkard walked out, he quickly came back. Then he picked up the newspaper again with a puzzled look on his face and read it carefully again.

Finally, Tarta rolled up the newspaper. He took out a hundred rubles and handed it to the stall owner, and whispered: "A labor newspaper."

The stall owner was extremely surprised. This old drunkard has been reading newspapers for eleven years without any hindrance. As long as he sets up his stall, he will definitely come. Today, he actually has to pay for a newspaper.

The stall owner was very surprised and took the one hundred rubles note, then Tarta turned around and left, so the stall owner shouted: "You haven't taken your things yet! And I want to ask for your money!"

"No, I'll give it to you."

After hastily dropping a sentence. Tartar walked faster and faster until he was running.

After running back to his home, which could be called a garbage dump, and opening the door, Tarta was particularly surprised as to why he had been able to live in such an environment for more than ten years.

He kicked the garbage on the floor with his feet, came to the bedroom, threw all the things on the bed aside, and then tore open the mattress until a large box was pulled out from under the mattress.

He struggled to pull the box out and looked at the dusty box. Tarta suddenly began to cry, and the tears fell on the dusty box and became mud spots one by one.

Tartar opened the box. The box was full of guns, long guns, and short guns. Except for guns, there were silencer bullets. After touching all six guns in the box in turn, Tarta closed the box again.

"The things are still there, I'm still alive."

After muttering to himself, Tarta nodded firmly. He said in a deep voice: "Then make a call and let's go!"

When Tarta decided to set off. Grevatov outside Voronezh was preparing to have lunch at his farm.

Grevatov does not look like a farmer, but his wife is a very common peasant woman. She is fat and strong, and can handle all the work at home and on the farm with ease. Even her nagging is extremely annoying.

"The harvester needs to be repaired. You have to have someone repair it for us. We can't wait until the wheat is harvested to repair it. It will be too late, Olya! Don't spill the soup on the table!"

Grevatov married very late, so his children were too young for his age.

After helping his youngest daughter clean up the spilled soup on the table, Grevatov continued to drink his soup and listen to his wife's nagging.

"Your son always wants to go to a big city. He doesn't want to stay here, but he can't study well. You have to control what he can do in a big city! You can't let him idle around all day anymore."

Grevatov remained silent until he heard the sound of a car outside, and soon, the idle son his wife talked about came back.

"Dad, your newspaper."

Grevatov lives outside the city. There are no newspapers to buy here, but his son goes to school in the city, so he can bring the newspaper back to him when he goes home in the evening. But today, his son came back early. .

Opening the newspaper, Grevatov dropped his spoon and landed in his soup basin.

"I gotta go."

After speaking to his wife and two children who were still chattering, and finding that they did not pay attention, Grevatov raised his voice and said loudly: "I'm leaving. I may come back, or I may not." came back."

In a large supermarket in Moscow, when Roztovsky, who was well-dressed and looked like a gentle elder, sidestepped to avoid a clerk pushing a cart, a bar of chocolate fell into his sleeve.

Roztowski likes to get things under surveillance cameras. Although he doesn't like being a supermarket thief, it's time for lunch, so he has to prepare lunch for himself.

When passing by the wine shelf, Roztowski picked up several brands of wine and looked at it, but he put them back if he was not satisfied. Then he walked to the vegetable section and picked a fresh one. Cucumbers, and then he picked out a pretty good apple and a sausage.

Finally, Roztowski walked to the front of the checkout counter, put down a stick of chewing gum, and said with a smile: "Checkout, how much is it?"

After paying for a stick of chewing gum, Roztowski left the supermarket. After looking at it, he began to walk towards a newsstand. When he passed by a man, he quickly took out the man's bag and put it on the A long wallet in the back pocket.

After quickly opening his wallet and taking out a ten-ruble note, Roztosky shouted to the man who was leaving in a hurry: "Hey, hey, stop, young man, you seem to have dropped this, right?"

The young man who was stopped stopped and looked at Roztowski with a puzzled expression. Then he noticed his wallet, and then said gratefully: "Oh, thank you, I really appreciate you. This It’s my wallet.”

Roztosky said with a serious face: "Be careful, don't put it in your back pocket. It can easily fall out and be stolen. I just picked it up to see what's missing." No."

After returning the wallet to the young man who was grateful to him, Roztosky walked to the newsstand, took out the ten-ruble photo, and said loudly: "A labor newspaper."

He held the newspaper in his left hand and passed the money with his right hand, but there was also a magazine that adults liked hidden under the newspaper. Roztowski always liked to play little tricks like this.

Roztowski came to the park, found an empty bench and sat down, then he spread out the newspaper, and like magic, took out the things and placed them on the newspaper he spread out.

An apple, an orange, a piece of chocolate, a cucumber, a piece of brown bread, a bottle of vodka, a small jar of caviar, and a small piece of sausage were just enough for Roztowski's lunch.

While eating lunch, Roztowski was admiring his magazine. After finishing lunch, Roztowski wrapped the garbage with the front page of the newspaper and threw it into the trash can together.

Roztowski never read the newspapers for news, he only read advertisements.

When Roztowski saw the advertisement, he was stunned at first, and then he started crying while holding the newspaper.

After waiting and crying for a while, Roztowski took out his mobile phone and dialed the number in the newspaper. After waiting for someone to answer the call, he still cried and said: "Hey, I am a magician. You Who is it, why did you issue the assembly order, why did you issue the assembly order now, why didn't you issue the assembly order earlier? The thief is already dead, he is already dead, he has been waiting for someone to summon him, but he is already dead!"

In Chuchikovo, a headquarters base of the Russian Military Intelligence Service, also known as the GRU, Lebedev left his dormitory as usual and went to the cafeteria to prepare for his lunch.

The GRU was almost unaffected by the disintegration of the Soviet Union, but Lebedev came here almost from the first day of the Soviet Union's disintegration, and has stayed here until now.

Lebedev no longer has any position in the GRU, but everyone who sees him, mainly officers, will stand at attention and salute him, and then respectfully say hello to him, instructor. Only those new recruits , then you would be curious about why this old man with a serious face and gray hair always likes to eat in the soldiers' canteen with them.

Lebedev just didn't like going to the officers' mess, he just liked going to the soldiers' mess.

Although he no longer has any position and has reached retirement age, Lebedev still has his own dormitory in this base. Only he can wear casual clothes here, and only he can come and go at will without anyone's approval, no matter who he is. It is his freedom to want to eat in that cafeteria.

After lunch, Lebedev came to the reading room, because there were newspapers he wanted to read.

When Lebedev read the newspaper and found the advertisement, he thought about it for a long, long time.

Finally, Lebedev stood up, put the newspaper in its place, and then instead of returning to his officer's quarters as usual, he headed towards the gate of the base.

Lebedev met several people along the way, nodded to each officer who saluted him, and then continued to walk towards the door with a calm face.

Without telling anyone or reporting to anyone, Lebedev slowly walked out of the heavily guarded base. (To be continued.)