War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 721 Irene's Ending
On the afternoon of the first working day, Wei Ran put on a few boxes of canned food in the night that had already fallen, and followed Mikita slowly to the building where the hospital was located.

Before walking into the hall on the first floor, Wei Ran saw the big-breasted nurse Yilinni from a distance. At this time, there were two small suitcases at her feet, and an accordion in her arms, alone. A man stood alone under the street lamp.

Not far from her, two talking and laughing Soviet soldiers were busy refueling the truck.Apparently, this angel who is so out of tune with her surroundings is about to leave Mine No. 52, but she doesn't know if this is a good or bad thing for her.

Wei Ran, who is just a bystander, has no intention of judging who is right and who is wrong, because here, right and wrong have no meaning at all.

What is the reason for the smiling and unassuming political commissar here every day?Isn't it just for revenge?The head nurse who lost her husband would rather not accompany her son to come here. What is she for?
After all, the kindness of standing and talking without back pain is always extraordinarily easy to come by.But only those who have experienced the painful hatred can truly empathize.

"Captain Victor"

Just as Wei Ran was thinking about it and walking towards the gate, Irene under the street lamp stopped him.

"What's wrong?" Wei Ran stopped in his tracks, turned around and asked with a smile.

Irene took a step back subconsciously, gritted her teeth and summoned up the courage to ask, "Don't you feel guilty for doing such a cruel thing?"

"of course"

Wei Ran spread his hands, and replied with a particularly sincere tone, "I always wake up from my sleep because of guilt, and then suffer from insomnia all night. Many times, I even need the help of alcohol to fall asleep again."

Speaking of this, Wei Ran deliberately paused, and waited until the expression on Irene's face changed a little, then raised his voice slightly, and continued to speak in a tone, "Beautiful angel, I am always guilty I feel sorry for not being more cruel to those French who should have been shot long ago, and I feel guilty for letting them not howl all night, but instead want to fall in love after the mining work is over."

"You will go to hell." Eileen gritted her teeth and gave Wei Ran a curse.

"Even if I go to hell, I will still find a job as an executioner."

Wei Ran deliberately showed a crazy smile that he had learned in the mental hospital in Kirov, and walked in front of Irini and said, "Look, I have enough experience in torture, so in hell There will definitely be a job for me too.

Let me see, POW 806, right?I remember you saying it seems to have Takahashi in its name?I'll keep it in mind, it won't go to heaven, so if I meet it in hell, how do you think I'll treat it"

"Don't say it! Stop it!"

Yilinni let out a terrified scream, and retreated hastily to open the distance between Wei Ran and Wei Ran. Immediately afterwards, she sat down on the thick snow.

"Victor, don't scare Nurse Irene. Oh, sorry"

Mikita patted his forehead, "Sorry, I forgot, you have already been expelled from No. 52 Mine Hospital, so I should call you Comrade Irene more appropriately."

"You devils, you'll do it because of you."

"will not"

With a rare expression of seriousness, Mikita approached Irini who was sitting on the ground in a Slavic squatting posture, took off the thick Shapka winter hat on his head, lowered his head and said formally, " Comrade Irene, although what we did may be cruel, from the beginning to the end, neither I nor Captain Victor, we have not violated the rules of Mine 52.

The one who broke the rules was the prisoner No. 806 who fell in love with you. Because he broke the management regulations, he was frozen to death.It was also because of him that we inspected the shacks in the POW camp and found those weapons.

Of course, I'm not putting all the blame on you, but everything has a beginning, doesn't it?Before you come here, you should know that this is a prison, and the prison guards can do anything, but they can't have an intimate relationship with the prisoners. This will not only cause loopholes in the management, but also affect the safety of everyone here. Hidden danger.

So you should be glad that this matter has ended in a way that is not too expensive under the hints of Comrade Political Commissar and Comrade Head Nurse.

Otherwise, Comrade Irene, none of us would like to see you come to Mine 52 as a nurse, but stay in Mine 52 forever as a prisoner.

You know, the prisoners here have no human rights. The only thing they should do, other than work hard, is to always be grateful to us for keeping them alive. "

Having said that, Mikita put the Shapka cotton cap that belonged to him on Irini's head, stood up at the same time, and walked into the gate on the first floor of the hospital without looking back.

"Love Brain and Madonna Brain That Dogs Don't Eat"

Wei Ran muttered in a low voice in Chinese that only he could understand, turned around and followed Mikita, and once again ignored Irene who was sitting on the ground with a pale and frightened face.

When the two of them walked into the lobby on the first floor of the hospital, the wounded prisoner of war was still acting as a prop for the nurses to practice bandaging. A prisoner of war pressing a vein in his elbow.

Not surprisingly, when the prisoners who had come to give blood returned to their respective huts with fear, those fears would spread among the prisoners.

As for the consequences, there are nothing more than two, either to rebel in groups, or to live more cautiously.But Wei Ran has reason to believe that if those prisoners of war still had the courage to resist, they probably would not have survived the sixth year after the end of World War II.

Climbing up to the second floor amidst the already hoarse wailing, Wei Ran smelled the aroma of fried food coming from the end of the corridor from a long distance away.

Passing through the half-opened sliding security door, Wei Ran saw at a glance that in the corner at the end of the corridor, there was a prisoner of war wearing only single clothes, who was tending the soup pot on the stove. The hot oil in the soup pot had already boiled. There are still some ingredients wrapped in batter floating on it, and on the side plate, there are already a lot of fried golden finished products.

Siberian tempura?Wei Ran couldn't help laughing, and followed Mikita into Dr. Gusen's office with his normal expression.

At this time, there are already a lot of food and drink on the table in the office, including pickles and canned fish, as well as Russian stew dishes obviously brought from the cafeteria, as well as two large plates of Japanese-style deep-fried tempura , and a large pot of miso soup that smells pretty good.Of course, there is also a large bottle of vodka on the desk next to it.

Before Wei Ran and Mikita took off their guns and sat down, the female nurse Zhuo Ya had already walked over from the opposite room, holding a plate of cut apples in her hand.

"I thought Comrade Political Commissar would be there too," Mikita said with a sigh of relief.

"He probably won't have time to come today"

Dr. Gusen said in a low voice while pouring wine for everyone, "Do you still remember that you told me yesterday that the prisoners of war here will be transferred to the aluminum mine on the west side of the Ural Mountains starting next winter at the latest?"

"How do you bring this up?" Mikita raised his head vigilantly.

"Just now, the exploration team has received an order to go to the aluminum mine for technical support."

Goosen put down the wine bottle and lowered his voice further, "When the communicator sent the news, Commissar Kretch issued the order next to me. According to him, not only will the exploration team go over this time, but they will probably also be dispatched. A group of prisoners of war went to help."

"You want to send them there?" Mikita guessed what the other party was thinking in an instant.

"It's not up to me to decide"

When Dr. Gusen said this, the prisoner of war who came to help cook also came in with a plate of tempura, and carefully placed the plate in his hand on the table.

"Wait a moment"

Zhuoya, who had already picked up the cup, shouted in Russian to the prisoner who was bowing his waist and was about to leave the office, "It is the prisoner number 589, the one who made the dagger."

"It is?"

Wei Ran and Mikita held down the revolver on the desk next to them indiscriminately, and the prisoner of war immediately rolled to the ground, pressing the top of his head to the floor, and at the same time, using an incomprehensible Saying something in Japanese.

"It is begging for mercy, hoping to let other prisoners of war go, for which it is willing to do anything." Zhuo Ya helped translate.

"Why is it here?" Wei Ran was the first to ask.

"In the afternoon we went to the POW camp to find a blood donor for the wounded POW"

Zhuo Ya picked up the cup and shook it, "Then he took the initiative to find it, and admitted that he helped make those short knives by himself."

"It's rare to find a hard bone in a prisoner of war," Mikita said with satisfaction.

Zhuo Ya took a sip of vodka and said nonchalantly, "I had a serious chat with it, and it said that those short knives were only used to make those companions who couldn't continue to persevere commit suicide. Show me how to kill yourself with those knives."

After finishing speaking, Zhuo Ya stretched out her hand and took a piece of vegetable leaf from the plate, which was wrapped in batter and fried until it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and took a bite, then continued vaguely, "Besides, its cooking skills are good, this thing is very delicious. good to eat."

"Can you understand Russian?" Mikita picked up a piece of bread and threw it to Prisoner No. 589 who was still kneeling on the ground.

The prisoner of war did not touch the piece of bread, but continued to babble in Japanese.

"It can only understand some simple command words." Zhuo Ya explained beside him, "According to him, he was a blacksmith who was in charge of making knives before joining the army."

"Let it eat the bread." While speaking, Mikita did not forget to step on the piece of bread with his shoe.

Seeing this, Zhuo Ya rolled her eyes and helplessly translated this sentence.Under the gaze of everyone, this rather tough prisoner of war clenched his fists and hesitated for less than two seconds, then picked up a slice of bread and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing heavily.

However, before Mikita could decide its fate, the sound of shoes hitting the ground came from the corridor outside the door.

Seeing this, Dr. Goosen immediately kicked the No. 589 prisoner of war who was kneeling on the ground, signaling him to stand against the wall.

Mikita also picked up the glass and said cheerfully, "Let's have a second glass of wine."

"Captain Mikita," a Soviet soldier stood at the door and saluted, straightened his chest and said loudly, "Commissioner Kreich asks you to go over immediately, there is an urgent mission."

"Understood." Mikita drank the wine in the glass, winked at Wei Ran and others, got up and picked up the pistol on the table, and followed the soldier out of the office.

When the two of Mikita walked away, Zhuoya immediately asked in a worried voice, "Could it be discovered?"

"No, calm down first."

Dr. Goosen responded in a low voice, picked up the cup again, and said with a normal expression, "Come on, let's continue to drink."

(End of this chapter)