Chapter 885 Food (34)

"You mean you want me to surrender my weapons?" Vika looked at the lieutenant colonel and said in a muffled voice.

"Yes, including the bow and arrow on the hunter lady's back and the dagger on her body. The hunting rifle in your hand is also one of the unstable factors and needs to be stably controlled. No one can guarantee that you will do something regretful when you are under stress. I don't want to use force during the disarmament process because there are children in this room." The lieutenant colonel's eyes were sharp and his words were loud.

"Brother! Don't listen to him! He must be in the same group with that woman!" The robber's sister suddenly screamed.

"Hey, hey, guys, calm down, there is no need to use knives and guns. If you ask me, it's better to give weapons to one person for safekeeping, right?" The American Adam saw that the opportunity was not right and immediately spoke in poor Russian. But unfortunately, no one in the room of Soviets would listen to his American opinion.

"How can I guarantee that you won't shoot us after surrendering your weapons?" Vika asked, staring at the lieutenant colonel.

"If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it when I pushed the door in." The lieutenant colonel said lightly.

This is the truth. At that time, Vika was confronting the female hunter. The Makarov pistol in the hands of the KGB lieutenant colonel could easily kill the two with a raise of his hand, but the lieutenant colonel did not do so, although he could have done so.

"You don't seem to realize what kind of trouble we are facing now." The lieutenant colonel said lightly, turning his head to look out the window, "I have a hunch that this blizzard will last for a long time. The geographical location here is very remote and the radio cannot be transmitted. If we are trapped here, we will inevitably face a series of problems such as disease and hunger. In this case, conflict with each other is undoubtedly a stupid act that accelerates self-destruction!"

"The blizzard will be long?" The American Adam 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 exceeded three days!" Vika clenched his shotgun and questioned, "Why would a KGB officer appear in such a place? And trapped in the blizzard with us"

The lieutenant colonel suddenly stopped talking and turned to look at Vika in silence.

The female hunter beside her 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, a lieutenant colonel, appear in the border area of ​​Siberia? Even trapped in such a wilderness?

"I will not answer your question." The KGB lieutenant colonel said, "This is about the confidential intelligence of the motherland."

"What kind of confidential intelligence can there be in such a remote place in such cold weather. You didn't steal this military uniform, did you?" The robber's sister couldn't help but mutter in a low voice, but when she found that the lieutenant colonel's gaze was staring at her, she immediately shut up and hid behind her eldest brother.

"There is no need to question whether I am a formal officer. If you still have doubts about my identity, I welcome you to verify it. I can only tell you that I have an important task now, and everything needs to give way to this task, so during this period of snowstorm, I don't want any accidents 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 blurted out a fact that had already happened, but it was shocking and difficult to accept whenever it was mentioned.

"But the motherland no longer exists, what intelligence secrets are worth your execution?"

The robber brother and sister were stunned and looked at the lieutenant colonel, while the American had a strange look on his face and said nothing.

Today is December 31, 1991. This is in northern Siberia where the news is extremely backward. Although the people living here are the people of the Soviet Union, they are in a remote place and may need half a month or even a month to know this shocking fact-their motherland, the great Soviet Union, had already been declared dissolved six days ago.

The day before the disintegration of the Soviet Union, "Swan Lake" echoed in the sky of Moscow, and every household looked up at the porcelain white daytime, not knowing what would happen tomorrow. One day later, on December 25, Mikhail Sergeyevich Gorbachev announced his resignation as President of the Soviet Union. The superpower that competed with the United States announced its disintegration. The era of the Soviet Union came to an end, and the era of chaos and turmoil began.

"The motherland no longer exists?" Vika was stunned for a long time, until finally he uttered this sentence strangely.

There was no inability to accept nor collapse. This was the most normal reaction, because there was no sense of reality, no sense of reality in life or in any other aspects. In the remote town of Verkhoyansk, every household lived an almost self-sufficient life. The devaluation of the ruble and the chaos of the times were completely isolated in the distant Moscow by the blizzard. 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 female hunter and said.

"Joke? Why do you think I returned to my hometown from Moscow? Why do you think I told the old man that he had a chance to meet his son? I came back because Moscow was so chaotic that I didn't want to see her continue to become uglier, but I didn't expect that even if I returned to my hometown, I would still see the same ugly people!" The female hunter stared at Vika with some excitement.

"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 did not shy away from scolding her, even though While yelling in the local dialect, he was cursing in Russian with an orthodox Moscow accent, and he 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 feel frightened. They turned to look at the tower-like man. After surrounding him, he said coldly, "Patients who have just undergone surgery need to be quiet." Let’s rest in this environment, so the quarrel will end here. We’ll talk about handing over the weapons later. What we should do now is collect the necessary supplies!”

"Take out all the supplies, food, fuel, and medicine 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 had been dismantled, and now his words were filled with an unquestionable sense of power. This is the leadership style that comes from those who are born in a high position. Moreover, this wooden house really needs a leader to maintain stability. Otherwise, the result will be gunfire and chaos.

"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 huntress gritted her teeth and glanced at the bandit brother and sister, then turned and walked to the other side of the wooden house. The American Adam was at a loss throughout the whole process. His Russian level seemed to be limited. This group of people talked so much and fast that it was difficult for him to fully understand what they were arguing about. However, he still understood most of the terms of food and medicine for the lieutenant colonel's instructions. Seeing the actions of others, he knew what he should do, so he turned around and rummaged around in the cabin.

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 weapons, the origins of KGB officers, and matters including the disintegration of the Soviet Union were 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 within this cabin.

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. Not because it was too cold, but because the more I looked for them, the more frightened I became.

"Brother, did you find something to eat over there?"

"There's only half a frozen fish. Where's yours?"

"Just 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, until finally everyone fell into silence when everyone put all the resources they found on the wooden table.

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 in storage, 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 (the old hunter, the female hunter, the bandit brother and sister, Yelena sister and brother, the lieutenant colonel, and the American Adam). You can know these two things without deliberately doing the so-called resource allocation. A few slices of bread for fish 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. It's all too much.