Chapter 664 Three Cities

At 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, there were few people on the streets of Moscow. Most of the people who were bustling during the day had gone home to rest. Only a few young people wearing Adidas striped pants were hanging out on the streets with bottles of wine in their hands.

The trauma brought to the city by the Battle of Moscow decades ago has long been smoothed out, and the red flag flying over the Kremlin has been replaced by the tricolor flag.

There is a small bar that is not easily noticed at the end of the street under the dim lights. Two young men of different skin colors, one yellow and one white, are still sitting at the bar and drinking.

"Hurry, Lin! We are the best comrades. To celebrate the upcoming great victory anniversary, drink! Keep going! Hurry"

Rosov, the great-grandson of Lavrinenko and Lin Jie's college classmate, is a young man who loves alcohol. Drinking vodka is just like drinking boiled water. He can stay conscious and stand up after blowing two bottles into his mouth. When Lin Jie first saw this scene, he regarded him as a god.

But as a classmate and a close friend, Lin Jie still had to persuade his good comrade and brother. You know, this guy has already finished the fourth bottle of vodka tonight. Lin Jie was afraid that if he drank more, someone would die.

"Fuck! You can't drink anymore. Do you want to lie in a coffin or go to the crematorium? Do you want to live?!"

After scolding Rosov, Lin Jie snatched the bottle and was about to say something, but he was preempted by Rosov, who was a little drunk and blushing.

"Burp, burp, Lin, ah, I wanted to say something just now, damn it, I forgot it, I actually forgot it."

Rosov poked his head with his finger and tried his best to think about what he wanted to say just now. He was drunk and blushing, obviously because he was drunk and had forgotten something.

At this point, there were not many customers in the bar. Only Lin Jie and Rosov were left at the nearby tables and the bar.

The TV in the bar was playing the Japanese anime disc that the boss's son loved to watch. The kid who didn't know how to go to bed at midnight was still watching it with great interest and was extremely fascinated. The TV volume was turned up very loud and even sounded a bit like a loud speaker.

"I'm really HIGH, hahahahaha"

"Oh, by the way, I remembered what I wanted to say just now."

Almost at the same time as the anime on the TV was playing, Rosov finally remembered what he wanted to say just now and turned around to say to Lin Jie with a serious face.

"The Great Patriotic War Victory Day is coming soon, I have to tell you some common sense, so that you won't be laughed at when you attend the ceremony."

Rosov, who was losing consciousness more and more, was about to faint on the bar, but he didn't know what kind of strength or will supported him to finish his words. In Lin Jie's opinion, his mouth, which was a bit long-winded, continued to smack with a mouthful of alcohol.

"In Russia, you are only played with. That's not it. The damn Americans play too many games."

"You have to remember, Lin Jie, there are only three cities in Russia, that is Moscow, Volgograd, and other cities! If you say these three cities, you are not a spy of NATO's lackeys, and the FSB guys will not arrest you. You are my best comrade! Why do they arrest you? Take out my great-grandfather's hero medal. They should thank the great martyrs. Why arrest my best comrade!?"

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Rosov, who was mumbling nonsense, finally couldn't hold on to his dizzy body anymore. He tilted his head and fell directly on the bar counter, snoring loudly and fell asleep on the spot.

Lin Jie, who had long been accustomed to this situation, knew that it was time for him to take action again. After a light sigh, he took the initiative to get up and took out his wallet, and handed a 5,000 ruble to the male boss and bartender in a sailor shirt who was playing with his mobile phone behind the bar.

The boss, who put down his phone, took the money from Lin Jie and glanced at Rosov, who had fainted. He blurted out kind words to Lin Jie in front of him.

"You'd better pay more attention to him. Last week, someone here had a perforated stomach, which is similar to his current situation."

After listening to the boss's advice, Lin Jie immediately stretched out his palm and slapped Rosov on the top of his head. Unfortunately, Rosov, who was sleeping like a dead pig, did not react at all and continued to snore loudly. Lin Jie, who spread his hands to the boss, could only respond with a helpless smile of "I can't help it."

"Okay, will you take him back?"

"Of course, otherwise will you leave him here?"

"Well, then pay more attention to safety on the road. There are a few drunkards around here who need money to buy alcohol recently."

"Okay, thank you."

Malashenko took the change handed over by the boss, opened his wallet to collect the money, but unexpectedly found something wrong.

"This seems to be too much change, boss."

"No, you are from China and you studied at Moscow University before, right? You and Rosov used to come to my place to drink often, I still remember you two."

Malachenko, who had just arrived in Moscow during the day and was dragged to the old place by Rosov to drink at night, was a little confused. He was really surprised that the owner of this small bar still recognized him after several years.

"I'll pay for today's drinks! I'll buy you two a glass each! Sino-Russian friendship, comrades."

Looking at the bartender's right hand that he stretched out to him, and then looking at the stack of banknotes in his hand, Lin Jie came to his senses and quickly put it into his wallet and shook hands with the boss.

"Second Lieutenant Magelov of the Seventh Guards Airborne Division, although it is only in the past tense. To be honest, I envy that the red flag is still continuing in your motherland, but it's a pity that for me, time has always stayed at the time when I was still a recruit."

The bartender's words without any warning made Lin Jie a little at a loss. For a moment, he didn't know how to answer. In the end, the boss took the initiative to step forward and patted Lin Jie on the shoulder and sent him out.

Carrying Rosov, who was 1.9 meters tall and weighed 150 kilograms, on his back, walking on the streets of Moscow late at night, Lin Jie, who was a little struggling and moving forward slowly, was also thinking about the words that Rosov had just told him, the meaningful words that he had never heard or noticed when he was studying in Moscow before.

"There are only three cities in Russia, Moscow, Volgograd, and other cities."