Chapter 1 Prison

Xie Wenlong struggled to open his eyes, a bucket of cold water splashed on his body, which made his wounds all over his body painful, and he gasped heavily. Even though he couldn't see what was happening in front of him. But he felt that he was being hung, and there were a few people in uniforms standing beside him, who seemed to be interrogating him, and he didn't know what was going on.

"Comrade Sergey Ivanovich Ulyanov, I hate torture, but who made you so bold as to beat the nephew of Secretary Gerry Shen?" A voice came from the opposite side of Xie Wenlong.

Xie Wenlong's head suddenly ached. He remembered that Mingming and his friends were eating skewers and drinking beer at a barbecue stall, when suddenly a BMW rushed over from the road and crashed straight into them. Immediately after, some information came out of Xie Wenlong's mind. A Soviet teenager named Sergei Ivanovich Ulyanov was an orphan since he was a child. Later, through his own efforts, he was finally admitted to Moscow State University. . While going out again, he saw a gangster bullying a beautiful girl. He rushed up and taught the guy a lesson. Who knew that guy was seriously injured, and it turned out to be Victor, Secretary of the Moscow Municipal Committee. Vasilievich Grishin's nephew, so poor Sergey (Sergei's nickname) was captured by the vicious KGB.

Xie Wenlong sighed deeply in his heart. He actually traveled through the hands of such an unlucky guy, and he didn't know if he would survive in the hands of the KGB. Xie Wenlong was originally an armed police officer stationed on the Sino-Russian border. On weekdays, he had the most contact with Russian truck drivers on the border. Well, let me survive as Seryozha in this red giant that is about to fall. (Here, Sergey Sha is used to refer to the protagonist)

Fortunately, the KGB only tortured him and did not intend to kill him. Seeing that the situation was almost over, one of the officers waved his hand and asked his subordinates to take Seryozha back.

"Let's do this today. Let's lock him up with those Caucasians. If you offend the secretary of the municipal party committee, you will never get out in this life." One of the officers said. Walking through the dark corridor and passing through the iron gates with eyes staring at him from the iron gates on both sides of the corridor, Seryozha was taken to a double cell. There was a bed on each side of the cell, and a toilet in the middle. The walls around the cell were peeled off, there were mold spots on the walls, and there was an unpleasant smell in the room.

An old man was lying on the bed. When he saw someone coming in, he immediately got up from the bed and stood as straight as possible by the window. The guards threw Seryozhage into the cell, locked the cell door and left.

The night was quiet, the old man didn't pay attention to Seryozha, and Seryozha checked his body. Although he was in pain all over, luckily it was all skin trauma. Lomonosov Moscow State University should not be able to go back. After provoking such a powerful figure, expulsion is certain. I have no father or mother, and I have no relatives in Moscow. Even if I have good classmates, I am afraid that I am unwilling to help myself at the risk of offending the KGB.

"This year is 1980. The war in Afghanistan is still going on this year, and the preparations for the Moscow Olympics will be in an orderly manner. No one thought that the red giant would fall so easily 11 years later. This is also a revolution. In this era, the fate of countless Soviet people will be completely changed. Knowing the direction of historical development, I will definitely seize the opportunity and make this life worthwhile. And what I have suffered today must be returned to them a thousand times and a hundred times.” Serezha said in his heart Secretly swear.

A burst of noise woke up Seryozha, who had finally fallen asleep. It was time for breakfast. Seryozha got up from the bed, but his body was still so painful. Fortunately, this body was young and strong enough. After the door of the cell was opened, the prisoners had to be called first, and then queued up to eat in the restaurant. They followed the old man in the same room, but the old man still ignored him, and the prisoners lined up to receive food. Breakfast is a loaf of bread, some beans,

Drink a glass of water. Seryozha found a seat at random and was just about to sit down when he suddenly felt that he had been grabbed.

"Are you MSL?" Sergey turned around and saw the old man who lived with him. He seemed to understand something, and turned around to see the other people on the table staring at him.

"Come with me son, stay away from these Che*chen people," the old man said again.

"Thank you!" Seryozha thanked. He was taken to another table by the old man.

"If you are not careful here, you will die. Just now, there are Che*chens, not far from your right are Kazakhs, behind them are Georgians, and in front are Azerbaijanis. Only here are we Slavs. The site." The old man continued, and Xie Liao nodded submissively.

"You may call me Petrov, and what is your name, my boy?" asked the old man.

"My name is Sergei Ivanovich Ulyanov, but you may call me Sergey," Sergey replied.

"Seryozha, why are you here?" Petrov continued.

"I taught a scoundrel a lesson on the road, but he is the nephew of the Secretary of the Moscow City Committee," Seryozha went on.

"It seems that you are quite courageous, dare to hit the nephew of the city * committee * secretary * secretary, if only there is vodka, I really want to have a drink with you." Petrov took a sip of the water in the glass, and casually spit it out on the ground. "It's really not a taste." Petrov grabbed the bread and ate it, not talking to Seryozha, and Seryozha was also eating his breakfast in silence, not talking.

After breakfast, there was about half an hour of relaxation time. Father Petrov led Seryozha for a walk on the playground. From time to time, someone greeted Petrov. Petrov merely nodded to them while talking to Seryozha. "This prison is called Lubyanka Prison. It has existed since the Tsarist Russian era. To the north of the wall is a fire station, to the east is a hospital, to the west is the factory of the prison, and to the south is the road leading to Moscow... "Peter Petrov introduced the surrounding situation. Seryozha looked around. There was a concrete wall about three meters high, and there were searchlight towers at the four corners of the wall. There were guards on the wall patrolling back and forth, and the guards were all carrying guns.

"What's that row of houses over there?" Seryozha asked Father Petrov, pointing to a row of gray houses.

"It's a confinement room. No one can stay there for 2 days. It's best not to go there, otherwise..." Papa Petrov warned me. "Listen, boy, this is not a good place. It's best not to cause trouble, or you will die." Seryozha nodded and glanced at the row of houses again. "But the only good thing there is that the food is pretty good." Papa Petrov added.