Chapter 157 New Residents of Brighton Beach
On the streets of the Russian community near Brighton Beach in New York, Ivankov was pushing Yuri, who was in a wheelchair, out for a walk. The two talked and laughed like a father and son.
"Ivankov, are you taking your nephew out for a walk?"
"Ivankov, come to my tavern if you have time! I have good vodka here, I treat you!"
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From time to time, acquaintances greeted Ivankov on the street, and Ivankov responded one by one. Although he has only lived in this place for less than a week, Ivankov seems to have become a celebrity on Brighton Beach, and everyone is happy to deal with him. And all this stems from a robbery that Ivankov and Yuri encountered on the first day they came here.
Ivankov drove an ambulance to Brighton Beach that day. He first found a clinic to accommodate Yuri, and then found a place to live and temporarily settled down. The ambulance was abandoned by him in the next-door community in a small alley. After all this was done, Ivankov was going to a bank to withdraw some money, but unfortunately he was robbed.
Ivankov just walked into the gate of the bank, but found everyone lying on the ground strangely. Just when Ivankov felt strange, a revolver was aimed at his temple.
"Raise your hands, don't talk, walk forward slowly, hurry up!" Although the other party covered his face, he could still hear the fear and tension in the other party's voice.
Ivankov did as the other party said. He raised his hands and walked slowly to the counter, turning his back to the guy behind him. After the guy roughly checked that there was no weapon on Ivankov's body, he slammed him on the forehead again. Then he went back to the door to let the wind go.
Standing outside the counter, Ivankov clearly saw two masked guys holding large woven bags and frantically filling them with money, even coins!
"You idiots, the large banknotes have been recorded, even if you take them away, you won't be able to spend them!" Ivankov teased aloud.
"Shut up! You old bastard, I think you want to be shot!" One of the robbers was busy putting money into his pocket, and was startled by Ivankov's sudden words. She was cursing, but her hands didn't stop for a moment, still holding money.
"It's almost there! If you don't follow the note, it will come!" Ivankov reminded in a joking tone.
"I told you not to make noise, didn't you hear?" A robber was distracted by Ivankov, and immediately came over with a gun.
"Hey, buddy, I mean it well!" Ivankov touched the counter, and then began to wait. But the other party obviously didn't want to let him go, and his pace became faster and faster, getting closer and closer to Ivankov. Ivankov showed a smile on his face, and suddenly he turned sideways and rushed up. Suddenly there was a pen in his hand, and Ivankov stabbed it hard into the robber who was pointing a gun at him. throat.
"!" There was a gunshot, and the glass of the bank shattered. The robber stopped the flight before falling down, but Ivankov was not shot. He snatched the gun and shot another robber.
"Bang!" Ivankov shot but missed, and he quickly shrank to avoid the opponent. All the customers lying on the ground in the bank were frightened and stupid, and they all stuck to the ground tightly.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" Another robber, who was standing at the counter just now, fired all the bullets in one go, but missed Ivankov. And the guy standing at the door watching the wind gestured for a long time with a gun, but he never pulled the trigger.
Ivankov was no longer polite, he straightened up and blocked the flight at the two guys. The two robbers ran away in fright. Ivankov followed behind with a gun in his hand, one shot after another, chasing one of them to the street, and he stopped after firing all the bullets.
Ivankov walked back to the bank, stroking the place on his forehead where the robber had hit him, feeling a burst of annoyance in his heart. At this moment, everyone in the bank was looking at him in fear. Ivankov stroked his forehead and sat down on the sofa,
He threw the gun into the trash can casually, and said to the others: "It's all right, get up!"
Five minutes later, the survivors of the catastrophe recovered. They surrounded Ivankov and thanked him endlessly. Ivankov had never received such treatment in his life. Although his mouth was modest, his heart was already full of joy. But he didn't act out of any sense of justice at the time, it was just because those guys hit him on the head with a gun and made him unhappy.
After the police arrived, they briefly inspected the scene, and then the ambulance took away the guy with a pen stuck in his throat. The guy was a black man with a strong physique, and he was stunned. The police did not make it difficult for Ivankov too much. After all, there were many witnesses at the scene, and everyone could prove that Ivankov drove away the robbers out of self-defense.
What Ivankov opposed was the Soviet police, and he had no ill feeling towards the American police. His attitude was quite cooperative. After the people in the bank helped him handle the withdrawal procedures, Ivankov left here and went back to take care of Yuri.
But what Ivankov didn't expect was that soon his heroic deeds spread throughout the Russian community. Coupled with the fact that he was published in the Russian newspapers that night, many people knew Ivankov.
After Yuri recuperated in the clinic for a few days, he was finally able to no longer be hospitalized. He was taken back by Ivankov to a second-floor apartment facing the street, and the two of them were going to live here for a while. Until I thought of a solution to those Irishmen. The doctor ordered Yuri to come back for regular checkups, but he didn't say anything else. On the way back, the two of them kept greeting Ivankov, and it was only then that Yuri knew that Ivankov had done such a big thing.
Neither Ivankov nor Yuri, who had settled down, were good cooks, and their every meal was settled in a Russian restaurant nearby. Especially at dinner time, many people will come to chat with them. Yuri has been to many places over the years, and his knowledge has gradually increased. The same is true for Ivankov. He likes to chat with them and hear about their legendary career. More and more people, many of them are Russian residents who have lived here for many years Full of curiosity about the mysterious Soviet Union and the war in Afghanistan, coupled with respect for Ivankov, everyone began to tell them about their distress in life, or consult them about problems encountered in life, a short Week. Yuri and Ivankov unknowingly began to become the backbone of the residents here. (To be continued..)