The White Lake District is located in the northern part of the Eastern European Plain and belongs to the Vologda Oblast of Russia. White Lake City is the main city and seat of government in the White Lake District. This small city of 10,000 people is the oldest city in Vologda Oblast and one of the five oldest cities in Russia. It was founded in 862 AD and is older than Moscow. Still 300 years early.
Lin Rui, Bai Xiong and others arrived here almost without alerting anyone. The humid and strong wind in the lake area made Lin Rui feel a little uncomfortable.
"Why is it called White Lake?" Lin Rui asked.
Yelena said, "There are many versions of the origin of the name. If you look at the distance, the sky above and below is vast, and I think this gray-white tone is the most appropriate way to describe the origin of the name." As she said this, she took out the telescope and asked Lin Rui Check for yourself.
The gray-white sky and clouds, the gray-white lakeside, are churches and monasteries with white walls and gray roofs, quiet and clear. Along the ancient canal, pure white chamomile is very lush. The island-like building in the distance is in the lake. The distance is too far, even a telescope cannot see clearly. Only the towering chimneys and a large water tower can be seen, and the rest is a fortress-like building.
"That's where it is?" Lin Rui whispered.
"Yes, that's right there." Bai Xiong whispered, "The person we want to save is right there."
Lin Rui shook his head and said, "Not yet, we know nothing about that place. I will not approve any action without further understanding of that place."
"Of course, so we are looking for Sergey." White Bear nodded, "I bet this guy must know something about the situation."
"Where is he?" Lin Rui frowned.
"I don't have his home address, but I know where he will probably be at night." Bai Xiong thought for a moment and said, "We will be able to find him then."
"Where?" Lin Rui asked curiously, "Looking at your expression, it doesn't seem like a good place. Could it be that he comes out to find women at night?"
White Bear smiled bitterly and said, "It's not that kind of place, but a place with very Russian characteristics - a sobering station!"
It has become a recognized fact that Russians love to drink, but the wine that Russians call "water of life" also makes many people unable to extricate themselves. In the cold winter, there are many drunkards wandering in the streets and alleys who can't find their homes, a kind of drink called "water of life". The sobering station has become a shelter for drunkards.
The history of sobering stations in Russia can be traced back to the period of Nicholas II, the last Russian tsar. The first sobering station was opened in 1902. Drunkards received free accommodation and medical assistance in the sobering station.
At that time, in addition to providing medical assistance to drunkards, the sobering station also took over the drunkards¡¯ children to temporarily settle them. Interestingly, doctors and coachmen were "permanent" staff at sobering stations. Every day, the coachman travels around every corner of the city. When he finds a drunkard, he takes him back to the sobering station, where doctors provide rescue and treatment.
In the following years, similar sobering stations were opened in various places. During the Soviet period, these sobering stations were constantly rebuilt, and during the subsequent anti-alcohol campaign, sobering stations spread across Russia. Today's sobering stations are very different from the sobering stations of the Tsarist period. This is a "guest house" that combines the functions of a police station and a clinic, and is provided by police and professional medical staff.
As many as 40,000 Russians die from alcohol poisoning every year. So as soon as winter enters, sobering stations everywhere start to get busy. Usually two policemen patrol the streets, looking for drunken people who are drunk on the streets, restaurants or in a corner, and bring them back to the sobering station.
After asking for the name and address and taking a photo for the record, the police will take off the drunkard's clothes and shoes and let the drunkard sleep in a "group bedroom" in the sobering station. When some drunkards are found to have severe alcohol poisoning, medical staff will send them to a medical center for rescue, and then put them in "confinement" until they sober up.
Some of the people sent to the sobering station are ordinary people who occasionally get drunk once in a while, some are "habitual offenders" who have not corrected themselves and have to report to the sobering station almost every day, and some are homeless people. It is said that during festivals or when the economy is bad, sobering stations are often crowded.
Lin Rui was greatly surprised. He said blankly, "Is there a place specifically for sobering up? This is too humane. Isn't it a paradise for drunkards? Is there such a place?"
"Russia is too cold. If these people are left drunk on the street, they will freeze into corpses the next day. There is no way the authorities can help. Besides, this is Russia, and no one does not drink. And Wandering around after being drunk can easily cause various security risks. In order for drunks to not cause trouble on the streets or commit domestic violence at home, the sobering station was built to solve these problems." Yelena shook her head and said, "But that kind of place, you go onceI don¡¯t want to go there a second time. "
"Why?" Lin Rui asked in shock.
Yelena didn¡¯t answer, and Bai Xiong deliberately didn¡¯t say anything, with a wicked smile on his face.
When Lin Rui arrived at the sobering station, he understood: Where is this drunkard¡¯s paradise? It just stinks to heaven. Lin Rui has seen many refugee camps, but this one smells worse than the dirtiest and worst refugee camps. The smell of alcohol was quite good, but a large number of drunks were crowded together. The smell of sweat and their vomit could make people faint and drunk.
Lin Rui couldn't help but cover his nose and said, "God, what kind of guy would stay here all day?"
"A real drunkard will." Ice Bear shrugged.
"I'm really convinced." Lin Rui said with a bitter smile.
The walls of sobering stations are painted green or blue. It is said that this is also based on science, in order not to irritate these drunkards and allow them to calm down and relax. A bunch of drunk Russian guys will start a fight for you no matter what. If something bright like red stimulates my nerves, I don¡¯t know how excited I will be.
There are very simple beds inside, with dirty sheets and quilts, where drunkards sleep with their heads covered. Lin Rui and Bai Xiong patiently searched for it little by little, and finally they found it. In the corner of a room, a guy with messy red hair was leaning there and sound asleep.
"That's him." Bai Xiong said helplessly.
"Is he Sergey?" Lin Rui frowned, "He used to be a member of the Lucifer team? But he seems to be very young. Are you mistaken?"
White Bear nodded, "That's him. I know him even when he's burned to ashes. When he joined Lucifer's team, he was only sixteen years old, a standard little kid."
"As far as I know, everyone in Lucifer's team is S-level. He can become an S-level mercenary at the age of sixteen?" Lin Rui said in surprise.
"Yes, because he could pry open the safe with a few wires. At that time, everyone thought that as long as he had his hands, any door could be opened, and his fighting power was also quite strong. Of course, in When I'm not drinking." Bai Xiong sighed. "We have to get him out."
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