Chapter 2 Conspiracy

The night in the prison is quiet, the moonlight pours into the cell from the small bed in the prison, a day's work in the factory consumes all the energy of Seryozha, Seryozha is lying on the bed, seeing Pietro who is also unable to sleep Daddy. After a few days of contact, Seryozha felt that his father was a good man

"How can I get out of here? I don't want to be imprisoned forever." Seryozha told Father Petrov about my troubles. "Will I die here, will they let me go?"

"You'll never get out of here, and you should be glad they didn't send you to the Arctic Circle. Listen boy, if you want to make trouble, I won't stop you, and I won't help you. Once found out, you will be The tortured parents regret that you were born," Father Petrov warned Seryozha.

"Thank you, father, I will be honest," Seryozha answered.

"Why are you locked up?" Seryozha continued.

"Because I killed a Youth League secretary who seduced my wife, kid," Petrov said.

"I was going on a business trip to Ryazan that day. When I got home from the factory, I opened the door and heard men and women fooling around. I ran upstairs and opened the bedroom door. I saw that b*tch. He dragged him off the bed and pressed him to the ground, and I rode on him, punching him... Finally, the bastard died." Although Papa Petrov's tone was calm, Seryozha could hear It took him a while to calm down from the anger in his heart.

"Have you thought about leaving here?" asked Seryozha.

"Thinking about it, but I know it's impossible. People locked here will not be released." Father Petrov turned around and ignored him. But Seryozha couldn't sleep at all. He was thinking about what Father Petrov had said and everything he had seen during the day in his mind. "There are high concrete walls on all sides, and there is a power grid on the wall. On the north side of the wall is a fire station, on the east side is a hospital, on the west side is a prison factory, and on the south side is the road leading to Moscow..." He didn't know He kept recalling all the details of the prison he had seen in the past few days. "There is a big loudspeaker in the square, which occasionally plays the radio. The factory mainly produces some toys and so on, so there are a lot of raw materials piled there. These toys will be exported to Western countries, and the money will go into the pockets of these KGBs.

"Wait, toys, raw materials, the Moscow Olympic Games." Seryozha's brain kept thinking, and a plan came to his mind. He could hardly contain his excitement.

. . .

After a month of deliberation, Seryozha decided to tell Father Petrov all about my plans. Not only because his father treated him well, but also because this plan cannot be accomplished by one person.

"This is absolutely crazy! I can't believe it!" After hearing Seryozha's plan. Papa Petrov was completely frightened by Seryozha's crazy idea, but there was something called hope in his eyes.

"These things can be obtained in the prison factory, but we have to find a way to get to the brig. Don't you want to go to the outside world? We can go to Siberia, where no one knows us." To strengthen Convincing, Seryozha lowered his voice and tried his best to explain. Father Petrov looked at Seryozha with red eyes, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to refute Seryozha, but he couldn't say anything, and finally nodded silently.

"As expected of being a student of Moscow Central University, can this really work? You are such a lunatic, Seryozha." Father Petrov looked at Seryozha and said.

"You have been here for so long, you must know the actions and rules of the guards here. We need to find an appropriate time to leave here. I need something, I wonder if you can get it for me? Seryozha asked Father Petrov the question. He needs Papa Petrov to help him share some work, not only because Papa Petrov has been here longer than him,

And because only Papa Petrov participated in his actions, it can be guaranteed that Papa Petrov will not denounce him.

"There are a few things here that are terrible and difficult to handle. I have to find a way. But I have some news that I want to help you. Next week, the factory will process some things for the Moscow Olympics, which may help us , It is also possible that we have the opportunity to go to the factory and get in touch with these things."

. . .

In the next few days, they were indeed sent to the factory. Seryozha was in charge of producing the little silver stars that hung on the Christmas tree. He secretly hid some silver powder. Father Petrov brought some surprises to Seryozha.

"Seryossa, I found what you said." Father Petrov couldn't restrain his excitement.

"Really, where is it?" Seryozha was also a little surprised that it went so smoothly.

"In the rest room of the prison guards, they have some fitness machines, barbells and so on. I told them that I was getting old and feeling a little uncomfortable recently, so they arranged for me to clean the rest room, sweep the floor, and wipe the barbells. Something." Papa Petrov explained.

"I need you and me to go to the warehouse to work together. I want the two of us to go alone. Can you get it for me, Dad."

"No problem, I just need to talk to old man Andre who is in charge of the warehouse." Father Petrov replied.

"By the way, old man, what time does the broadcast on the playground start?" Seryozha asked.

. . .

Two days later, in the warehouse of the Lubyanka prison. The loudspeakers on the playground broadcast the music program of Radio Moscow. Seryozha was sweating profusely with Papa Petrov in the warehouse.

"Andrei, how many more wires do you need?" asked Petrov's father.

"Wrap it 20 more times." Seryozha adjusted the position of the contacts made of iron nails.

"Sigh!"

"Sigh!"

A spark shot out from where the wire had broken, and Seryozha made a victory sign to Papa Petrov, and they hid the thing* behind the paint bucket. After a while, the broadcast ended. He sprinkled some of the powder that Dad had found where he had struck the sparks.

"What did you call this thing just now? It won't work, right?" Father Petrov asked worriedly

"Tesla coils, don't worry, God will bless us," Seryozha replied.

They put some camouflage around to make sure no one would notice. Tomorrow is the most critical moment, and success or failure will depend on tomorrow. Both Seryozha and Petrov's father understand it in their hearts.

At night, none of them fell asleep. Papa Petrov had been praying by his bedside. Seryozha also silently prayed for God's blessing in his heart. He felt that he had not done anything bad in his life and should not be treated like this. The night was getting deeper and deeper, and he recalled his plan over and over again, but he didn't find anything better or worthy of improvement. Although he hasn't been here for a long time, he has had enough of everything here, and he prayed to the gods for freedom over and over again in his heart.