Chapter 3240 Your Father Will Be Home Soon

"Classmates, today's class ends here. Do you remember today's homework?"

"I remember, "My Father."

"Very good, the teacher is looking forward to every student's article, see you tomorrow."

The children's cheerful laughter echoed in the classroom, but there was a child sitting in the corner without saying a word, his eyes staring straight out the window, as if full of thoughts.

When the students in the classroom gradually dispersed and only this child was left in the classroom, the young female teacher who knew the special situation immediately came forward, squatted beside the child and asked softly.

"Nikolai, tell the teacher, has your father come home recently?"

"My father is dead! I don't have a father at all!"

After saying that, without waiting for the stunned female teacher to say anything, the anxious and angry child ran out of the door and left the classroom.

"Brother, brother! Brother, wait for me, don't run! I can't catch up, brother!"

The taller child in front ran all the way, and the smaller child behind chased all the way.

The two children ran out of the school building and onto the playground. The child who ran in front finally stopped to wait for his younger brother.

Kirill, who was only 12 years old, finally caught up with him. He saw his brother, who was two years older than him, standing there, panting heavily with his small schoolbag on his back.

"Brother, are you talking back to the teacher again? Mom told us not to do this. You will make her sad."

When he heard "Mom will be sad", 14-year-old Nikolai was obviously touched, but after clenching his fist, he still said something that sounded cold at least.

"Don't worry about my business. I don't have a father named "Malachenko". He died a long time ago."

Without waiting for his younger brother to say anything, the older brother made up his mind and walked away.

I can't remember how many times I have heard this from my brother. Today, Kirill is no longer surprised. He can only catch up again and reach out to stop his brother.

"Let's go swimming and relax. I'll go with you and we'll go home later."

""

Although the elder brother didn't say anything, his actions proved his thoughts and decisions.

The two brothers, each carrying a schoolbag, came to a small river in the suburbs not far from home. They put down their schoolbags and took off their clothes. Kirill, who was wearing swimming trunks, jumped into the river first.

After swimming a few laps in the river, he turned around and saw that his elder brother was still sitting on the small pier on the shore like a puppet, staring at his own reflection on the water.

Kirill sighed in the river and swam to the small pier, climbed up with his hands, and sat in front of his brother.

"Mom and Dad actually have a very good relationship, you know, brother. The more you act like this, the sadder Mom will be. I believe Dad will come back one day."

"Does it matter whether he comes back or not? This family is the same with or without him. There are only you, me, and Mom. Look at what he has brought to this family? He is nothing, but sadness and helplessness to this family, making our family the object of ridicule."

""

The special family environment makes Kirill's mind much more mature than children of the same age. He prefers to think quietly and use his brain to find the cause and effect and what will happen in the future.

Knowing that there is a reason why his brother has become like this, Kirill, who looks at his angry face and understands his father and this family better, speaks slowly.

"I hope I can be my father's assistant when I grow up, so that he can take more time to go home and accompany my mother."

"Oh, really?"

Pah-swoosh-pah--

Looking at the small stone he threw out to skip on the water, splashing a lot of water and falling quickly, Nikolai, who has a different ambition from Kirill but has some similarities, spoke.

"I want to join the army, but not to be with him. I want to be a stronger man than him, so that I can better protect my mother and not be a coward like him."

""

The ideal is to join the army and for this family.

But the purpose is completely different.

Kirill, who calmed his brother down, was about to say something, but he didn't expect that a strange voice suddenly came from behind the two brothers.

"Hey, two little bastards without a father are here, but it's hard for me and my brothers to find them."

Kirill, who felt bad when he heard this, turned around and saw that the person was Shezhov, a well-known gangster in the surrounding streets. He relied on his father's power to do whatever he wanted and led a group of hooligans to bully the weak.

He was much older than the brothers, 21 years old this year, but he didn't look like an adult and was still messing around all day.

Before the brothers could reply, Shezhov, who was leading several younger brothers behind him, had already put his hands in his pockets and walked towards them leisurely.

"Last time I asked you for money, you not only didn't give it to me but also punched me."

"I saw that there were too many people around so I spared you for now. Today we should talk about this, you little bastard Nikolai. If you kneel down and lick my shoes clean now, I'll be happy and maybe let this go."

"What do you think? Huh?"

Without any nonsense, Shezhov's only answer was a punch to the head from Nikolai who rushed up.

"Ah!!!"

Shezhov, who was unable to dodge, screamed, and was hit in the face by a punch from Nikolay, who rushed over with great speed and force. He lost his balance and fell backwards, and was knocked to the ground by a punch.

Nikolay, who inherited his father's good genes, is really a big guy.

Although he is only 14 years old, his height has reached 1.8 meters. His excellent results of being the first in the short-distance running events of the whole school are the best proof of his strong physique. Nikolay, who weighs 75 kilograms, is not someone who can withstand a punch from him.

Seeing their "big brother" being knocked to the ground by a punch from the idiot, a group of younger brothers on the side did not stand there, and rushed forward to fight with Nikolay without saying a word.

"Damn Suka! This little bastard dared to hit me, he actually dared to hit me!?"

"Hit him! Teach him a lesson! Let this little bastard know what he is made of!"

Holding his nose that was almost crooked, Shezhov stood up shakily, raised his hand and saw that his palm was full of blood, and immediately cursed, and the seven or eight brothers attacked him with even more force.

Niklai is very good at fighting, but the principle of two fists cannot beat four hands applies everywhere, not to mention that the current situation is far more than just four hands.

Kiril, who knew that it was useless to talk nonsense at this time, could not sit idly by and join the battle with his fists, helping his brother fight together.

However, the opponent's number was too large, and the brothers were still no match for them. After holding on for a long time, they were defeated.

Although they knocked down several of the other side, they were still inevitably knocked to the ground by the outnumbered, and the two brothers were surrounded and kicked.

Until this time, Nikolai, who knew the obligations of a brother, still protected Kirill tightly and hugged his brother, gritting his teeth and holding on no matter how many punches and kicks he received from behind.

"Damn Suka! Hit! Keep hitting! I want to let this little bastard know my-"

"Who is the little bastard? Shezhov."

"What-"

Suddenly, he heard someone calling his name from behind and asked a question. Shezhov turned around subconsciously and was terrified the next second before he finished shouting.

A KGB lieutenant general was standing in front of him with several entourage and guards. This face was known to everyone. It was Malokov, whose father shuddered when he heard this name.

"Comrade, Comrade Malokov, General!"

"I, I, this is not, this is a misunderstanding, it is a misunderstanding! I, we are just joking, I am joking with the two brothers."

Facing the little gangster leader who was so scared that he couldn't even speak clearly, Malokov, who responded with a "professional smile", was extremely scary.

"Oh, really? It's fun to use the majority to bully the minority, the big to bully the small, and block two children by the river to beat them up? Then I will let you have fun, take them away!"

"Yes!"

A group of little gangsters who were so scared that they dared not move were no match for the KGB. They were knocked to the ground by a group of Slavic men who rushed forward with three punches and two kicks. They kept wailing and groaning. Their heads were stepped into the soil by big boots, and their hands were handcuffed tightly behind their backs.

"Bandit leader" Shezhov was even served by two guards of Malokov. One of them twisted one arm and pulled it behind his back, almost twisting it into a knot.

Ignoring Shezhov's wailing and begging for mercy when he was put into the car, Malokov, who didn't even look back, just said a few words when he was taken away and passed by.

"Have fun in Lubyanka, little bastard."

After dealing with this group of adult hooligans who had already angered the public, Malokov sighed and then quickly stepped forward and personally helped up the two brothers who were beaten to the ground.

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the blood from Nikolai's nose and mouth, and smiled and encouraged him.

"Well done! Like a man should be. Your father will be home soon, go and tell your mother the good news."