Far away in Moscow

Chapter 33 Katyusha's Roar
The person who spoke was a Russian aunt wearing an apron. I couldn't tell the exact age, maybe forty or so, or sixty or so.He is taller than Yu Feifei, shorter than Yan Zhiwen, with big eyes, big mouth, big head, and a not-so-busy golden-haired lion king. His body shape seems to be that of Peng Song who has swelled six times. Visually, his waistline exceeds his height. The man is as strong as a baby elephant.

I saw that her arms were like Hu Yi's legs, and her thighs were like Lu Tao's waist. Perhaps it was because of too much fat accumulation under the arms. The branches are on the sides, and the arms are thick and short. If you stretch out your hands, you will never be able to touch your belly button.

The aunt rushed into the crowd like a giant emperor penguin with a "boom, dong, dong, dong", and the people from both sides who had scuffled together stepped aside to make way for her.She came straight to Hei Mao's side, grabbed him like a chicken, stretched out her big hand like a bear's paw, and slapped him on the back of the head.

Hei Mao was slapped dizzily, and just about to get angry, the aunt opened her bloody mouth and howled at him like a fully fired Katyusha rocket: "What's the matter with you! It's only a few days What?! Just drink like this! Are you going crazy?! Don’t stay at home if you drink too much! If you don’t pay attention, you will jump out and embarrass yourself! Fortunately, I saw it upstairs! What kind! Look at your stinky and shameless virtue! You still touch the girl's breasts! You deserve to be beaten! Hurry up and get out of here! Get out now!"

The aunt was full of energy, and her enunciation was breathtaking. Every time she uttered a word, it was like a rocket exploding on the black-haired face. He panicked and backed up again and again, and the arrogance just now disappeared immediately.

The aunt poured out all the ammunition in one breath, and stretched out her sleeve to wipe off the saliva she sprayed on the black haired face.Heimao subconsciously dodged back, stalked his neck angrily, his face was full of anger and dare not speak, but he refused to leave, just stood there and muttered in a low voice.

Xu Qiang hurriedly took the opportunity to run to the two of them, and smiled generously at Hei Mao: "Hey, friend, I believe what happened today was just a misunderstanding. Our dormitory is nearby, and you can also be regarded as neighbors. It's a pleasure to get along." He said and stretched out his right hand in front of Hei Mao.

Hei Mao's alcohol was gone, he looked up at the sky with a bitter face, and then peeked at the covetous aunt next to him, reluctantly stretched out his hand and shook hands with Xu Qiang, turned around and left with his head down, and the other Russian children were also being chased away by the aunt The next herd away.

The Chinese students breathed a sigh of relief and cast grateful glances at the aunt.Yan Zhiwen shook his arms and leaned over to say a few polite words, but he didn't expect his aunt to slap him on the back of the head: "Hurry up, too!"

"What are you doing?!" Yan Zhiwen patted the back of his head aggrievedly in front of Yan Zhiwen's eyes when he was photographed: "It was they who provoked first, and we were only defending ourselves!"

"I don't care!" The aunt put her hands on her hips and spit at Yan Zhiwen viciously: "I don't know you! Go home! Don't come here to fight again!"

"Damn, you're being unreasonable..." Yan Zhiwen wanted to say more, but the aunt turned around and left on her own.Yan Zhiwen had no choice but to stretch out his hand to straighten the messed up hairstyle, and said angrily, "Grandma, I don't like to be seen like old women. If it's a man, I'll fucking—"

Lu Tao came over and grabbed him with a smile: "Forget it, look at her arms and legs, you are no match if you tie them together."

"That's true." Yan Zhiwen smiled heartily: "Let's go! Go home and eat!"

Although the fight just lasted only a short time, neither side took advantage of it, and Peng Song's face was bruised, but they managed to rescue Li Baoqing and Yu Feifei after all. Everyone was in a good mood and praised each other Back to the dormitory with each other's fighting power.

The other preparatory students went back to their rooms, and Yu Feifei was overwhelmed by Xu Qiang and others who invited them to have dinner together in Yan Zhiwen's room.Yan Zhiwen praised with a look of admiration: "I didn't expect that Feifei is powerful enough. You gave Hei Mao three consecutive blows, stepped on his feet, kicked his crotch, swung the pot, tsk tsk, that's not bad!"

Everyone agreed, and Xu Qiang smiled and said, "Has Feifei practiced self-defense?"

Yu Feifei smiled shyly: "No, my boyfriend taught me before, but I have never used it. I just remembered it when I was in a hurry. I didn't expect it to be quite useful."

"Your boyfriend?" Several boys were quite surprised: "Why never heard you mention it?"

"Hey, what's there to mention." Yu Feifei rubbed her hands together awkwardly: "Two phone calls a month, each time no longer than 10 minutes, I guess he almost forgot about me."

"Oh, it turns out that there is another expert teaching it." Peng Song laughed dryly: "I thought you got the true biography of Brother Tao. I heard that Brother Tao won the fight against skinheads last time by digging out his crotch..."

Everyone looked at Lu Tao together, but seeing that his face was not very good-looking and a little depressed, Peng Song hurriedly shut his mouth.Lu Tao noticed that everyone was staring at him, so he forced a smile: "Feifei is a girl, and she can do nothing too much for self-defense. I'm also a soldier, and it's really... really ...Well, just thinking about it makes me feel sick."

Everyone is silent.Hu Yi comforted: "Brother Tao, there's no need to think so much. You were also doing it for self-defense at the time. The other party used more or less to make things worse. Any means you use are justified. You can't just sit and wait for death, right?"

Lu Tao nodded and said nothing, Li Baoqing grinned with a big mouth: "Old nonsense is right, besides, it's okay to dig out the crotch. When I was young, I watched a movie called "Eagle Claw Iron Shirt". Kung Fu defeated the last villain."

Lu Tao smiled slightly, as if feeling a little relieved.Yan Zhiwen hurriedly changed the topic: "Today we finally had a fight with Lao Maozi, but it's a pity that it's not a skinhead."

Xu Qiang shook his head and said with a smile: "We are lucky, if we really meet skinheads, it will not be so simple."

Hu Yi asked curiously, "Brother Qiang, have you ever met a skinhead?"

"Of course, the two of us met thirteen skinheads at most once."

"So much?!" Li Baoqing stuck out his tongue, "Then how did you escape?"

"I didn't escape. The Chinese who was with me at the time was a black belt in Taekwondo, and he killed eleven of them by himself."

"One dozen eleven?! What about the other two?"

"Run away."

"Wow!" Hu Yi and the others couldn't believe it: "The big brother is too fierce, isn't he?"

"It's really fierce. It is said that he practices taekwondo, which focuses on actual combat. Basically, he knocks down one person at a time. It only takes more than half a minute to knock everyone down. I didn't see what happened at all when I was next to him." Xu Qiang put down his chopsticks, Stretching out his hands to stroke the pigtails on the back of his head, he said with a smile: "That incident was very sensational at the time, and the local Chinese weekly "Lu Xun" even reported it specifically, and Zhiwen was also influenced by him to practice Taekwondo."

"It's awesome! It's too domineering!" Li Baoqing's eyes lit up, his face full of fascination: "You said what kind of javelin I practiced back then, I would have learned Taekwondo or Sanda if I knew it, fuck it Skinheads!"

"Your physical foundation is pretty good, but practicing martial arts requires tempering your mind, and it doesn't take a few days. Besides, violence is never the best way to solve problems." Xu Qiang looked at him with a smile: "I advise you to give up the idea of ​​using violence to control violence." .It may feel smug to listen to other people’s stories, but it may not be so fun when it’s your turn.”

Hu Yi recovered from the imaginary picture of the black belt fighting the skinheads alone, and asked ponderingly: "Brother Qiang, are the Russians looking for faults today similar to skinheads?"

Xu Qiang thought about it for a moment, and replied: "There are some similarities in viewpoints, but most of them are ordinary children who were only instigated by the black hair. They are not as extreme as the skinheads for the time being, but it is hard to say in the future. That black hair should also belong to a minority group that is hostile to skinheads in Russia, but he vented the same emotion on us foreigners."

Hu Yi found it hard to understand: "I heard that skinheads worship Hitler. It's incredible. It's completely unimaginable. It's only been a few years since the disintegration of the Soviet Union. How could there be such a thing as them?"

"Skinheads are a foreign thing, not unique to Russia. I can't explain the deep-seated factors, but it is said that many of the famous British football hooligans are skinheads." Xu Qiang clasped his hands and hugged one knee: "Now The most vicious group of skinheads on the streets of Moscow are about the same age as you. They were born in the most declining period of the former Soviet Union. They experienced the social turmoil brought about by the disintegration of the country in their childhood, and then grew up in a poor economic environment. It is easy to feel dissatisfaction with the surrounding things in the heart, and it is naturally easy to be influenced by extremist ideas. Coupled with the support and use of some people with ulterior motives, it eventually becomes difficult to deal with it, leaving Russia with this cancer.”

Hu Yi and Li Baoqing half-understood what Xu Qiang said, but felt that what Xu Qiang said was profound and reasonable, so they kept nodding their heads.

"Now the Russian government is gradually increasing its crackdown on them, but I am afraid it will be difficult to see results in the short term." Xu Qiang sighed slightly, and said seriously: "It is almost April, and Zhiwen and Xiaolu should have reminded them more than once. You guys, every April NO.20 is Hitler’s birthday, and the skinheads from other cities will come to Moscow for rallies a few days before and after that, and the school will give foreign students a holiday for safety reasons. According to experience, their recent activities are It will start to increase gradually, the streets may be dangerous, you have to be extra careful, it is best not to go out if there is nothing to do."

Although Xu Qiang earnestly exhorts and speaks sincerely, most of the preparatory students are not as afraid of skinheads as they were when they first arrived in Russia.In the past six months, they have seen and heard too many things that were unimaginable to domestic friends at the time. Living in that tense atmosphere every day, the nerves that were tense at the beginning gradually relaxed.

Besides, no matter how bad the surrounding environment is, life still has to go on.For this group of young people aged [-] or [-], staying at home in the cold winter is barely bearable, and spring is about to bloom, and it is really uncomfortable to be stuck at home after class like a stuffy can.Especially those who are bold and active like Hu Yi, each of them feels as if they have grown hair, and they always want to find an opportunity to go out for a stroll around the neighborhood to release the restless youthful energy in their bodies.

But there are only so many things near the school and dormitory, and it's not interesting to wander around in the wilderness every day.Two weeks later, Hu Yi planned to find time to go out to surf the Internet and contact domestic friends.

(End of this chapter)