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    St. Petersburg.

    Tarta opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, reached for a wine bottle by the bedside, but the weight in his hand told him that the bottle was empty, so he threw the bottle aside and hit it.  Yawned and looked at the sun outside the window.

    After sitting in a daze for a while, Tarta jumped out of bed and put on a smelly coat. Tarta felt that the clothes might really need to be washed, so he put on the coat.  He took off his clothes again and threw them on the sofa. He picked up a short-sleeved T-shirt again, but when he found that the smell of the T-shirt in his hand was stronger, he sighed and took the coat that he had thrown away.  Came back and put it on again.

    Walking through the glass bottles and garbage on the ground, Tarta left the apartment where he lived, walked to the street in the sun, and walked towards the nearest convenience store.

    After buying four bottles of vodka and two big pies, Tarta started walking home, and then stopped when he passed a newsstand on the corner.

    Tarta put the things in his hands at his feet, picked up a labor newspaper, and turned directly to the advertising page. After a few quick glances, he closed the newspaper and placed it as it was before picking up his things.  , slowly began to walk again.

    The stall owner was already used to this. This old man who was dirty, smelly, and always smelled of alcohol would read his newspaper every day, but he never stayed too long, so the stall owner also  It's okay for him to go, he's just an old, lonely drunkard. If he wants to see it, let him see it. Maybe he will freeze to death on the street after getting drunk that winter.

    But something was different this time. After the drunkard walked out, he quickly came back, then picked up the newspaper again with a puzzled look on his face, and read it carefully again.

    Finally, Tarta rolled up the newspaper, took out a hundred rubles and handed it to the stall owner, whispering: "A labor newspaper."

    The stall owner was extremely surprised. This old drunkard, who had been reading his newspaper for eleven years without any hindrance, and who would definitely come as long as he set up his stall, actually had to pay for a newspaper today.

    The stall owner was very surprised and took the one hundred rubles note, then Tarta turned around and left, so the stall owner loudly said: "You haven't taken your things yet! Also, I need your money!"

    "No more, I'll give it to you."

    After hurriedly saying a word, Tarta walked faster and faster until he started running.

    After running back to his home, which could be called a garbage dump, and opening the door, Tarta was particularly surprised as to why he had been able to live in such an environment for more than ten years. He kicked away the garbage on the ground with his feet, went to the bedroom, and put  All the things on the bed were thrown aside, and then the mattress was torn apart until a large box was pulled out from under the mattress.

    After struggling to pull out the box, Tarta suddenly began to cry when looking at the dusty box. The tears fell on the dusty box and turned into mud spots one by one.

    Tarta opened the box. Inside the box were all guns, long guns, and short guns. Except for the guns, there were silencer bullets. After touching all the six guns in the box, Tarta closed the box again.

    "The things are still there, and I am still alive."

    After muttering to himself, Tarta nodded firmly and said in a deep voice: "Then make a call and let's go!"

    When Tarta decided to set off, Grevatov outside Voronezh was preparing to have lunch at his farm.

    Grevatov is not like a farmer, but his wife is a very common peasant woman. She is fat and strong. She can handle the work at home or on the farm with ease. Even when she nags, she is exceptionally good.  Annoying.

    "The harvester needs to be repaired. You have to have someone repair it for us. We can't wait until the wheat is harvested to repair it. It will be too late, Olya! Don't spill the soup on the table!"

    Grevatov married very late, so his children were a little too young for his age.

    After helping his little daughter clean up the soup spilled on the table, Grevatov continued to drink his soup and listened to his wife's nagging.

    "Your son always wants to go to a big city. He doesn't want to stay here, but he can't study well. You have to take care of what he can do in a big city! You can't let him idle around all day anymore."

    Grevatov remained silent until he heard the sound of a car outside, and soon, the idle son his wife talked about came back.

    "Dad, your newspaper."

    ??Only he can come and go at will without anyone's approval. No matter which canteen he wants to eat in, it is his freedom.

    After lunch, Lebedev came to the reading room, because there were newspapers he wanted to read.

    When Lebedev read the newspaper and found the advertisement, he thought for a long, very long time.

    Finally, Lebedev stood up, put the newspaper in its place, and then did not return to his officer's quarters as usual, but headed towards the gate of the base.

    Lebedev met several people along the way, nodded to each officer who saluted him, and then continued to walk towards the gate with a calm face.

    Without telling anyone or reporting to anyone, Lebedev slowly walked out of the heavily guarded base.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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