Far away in Moscow

Chapter 34 Subway Horror
In the early years, the Internet has gradually become popular in urban households in China.Hu Yi came into contact with the Internet relatively early. When he was in high school, he spent a while on the Internet almost every night. Not only did he quickly get used to communicating with his friends by email, but he also met many netizens on OICQ.This also prompted him to have a strong interest in computers, so much so that he once had the idea of ​​selling computer accessories in the technology market after graduating from high school.

But after all, there are many inconveniences at home, and the early dial-up Internet access will occupy the telephone line at home. Every time I spend a little time on the computer, my parents will take the trouble to come and chatter frequently, which makes Hu Yi very unhappy.After coming to Moscow, I thought I could let myself go freely, but I didn't expect that it would be more difficult to surf the Internet here.

The Internet penetration rate in Russia is not ideal. Building No. 1 of the Maji Dormitory where they lived was built in a hurry to meet the reception capacity on the eve of the 1980 Moscow Olympic Games. Most of the floors did not have the conditions to access the Internet at that time. According to Yan Zhiwen, only infrared can be used. The aristocratic methods such as Internet access and satellite networking are outrageously high, which ordinary students cannot afford.

There is a small Internet cafe in the main building of the school, but the Internet speed is low, the fees are high, there are few machines, and there are many restrictions. It is often occupied by students playing CS online, and it is very noisy.So at that time, when people surfed the Internet, they usually took the subway to the Lenin Library in the city center.

The Lenin Library is one of the most famous libraries in the world. Adjacent to the Kremlin and Arbat Street, it occupies an entire block in the center of Moscow. It is said that there are tens of millions of books in various collections.The appearance of the entire building complex is solemn and elegant, and the interior space is broad and tall, exuding a strong sense of impact brought by "knowledge is power" from the inside out.

Hu Yi likes this place very much. Although he has never borrowed any books, every time he comes here, he will naturally be brought into a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.More importantly, a large network area has been specially opened up in the library to facilitate people to access various materials online, and students can enjoy relatively low Internet access fees here with certificates, so he comes here every once in a while.

There was no class this afternoon, so Hu Yi came out of school and took the subway to the Lenin Library alone without eating.It has been more than a month since he came here last time. He opened the webpage full of anticipation, entered the address of the sky software station, clicked to download the QQ installation program, and then logged into the e-mail, carefully read the e-mails sent by his friends, and then patiently replied in pinyin ——The Russian version of the Windows operating system at that time did not support Chinese. Even if I tried to install the Chinese character input method with great effort, the output was often garbled.

The emails were replied one by one, and the QQ just happened to be downloaded successfully.Double-click to install, log in, and the avatars on the panel start to dance together.Hu Yi read the messages of netizens one by one, chatted a few words with online people, and browsed news websites by the way, and an hour of online time passed.

He moved the chair back to its original position and walked out of the library lightly. It was almost three o'clock.The sky was gloomy, Hu Yi stretched his waist, feeling a little flat in his stomach, and hurried to the subway station, recalling the mail he received today with relish.

My father just registered an e-mail, and the first e-mail was sent to him. The letter told him that everything was fine at home, and attached a few scanned copies of family photos taken during the Spring Festival. In the photos, the family sat around grandpa Beside grandma, he was happy and happy, and his open smile made him feel warm and at ease.

After the college entrance examination, the friends who played since they were young went their separate ways, some in BJ, some in Henan, and some in Shaanxi. The emails mentioned their university life and new experiences in various parts of the country, which made Hu Yi yearn and feel a little sad. feel lonely.

Dongzi, a high school classmate, did not get into college and stayed in his hometown to attend a private college. His main purpose of writing letters was to show off his newly discovered football game skills, and he was eagerly looking forward to Hu Yi returning to China to compete with him. .

"This kid, you know how to brag, wait for me to go back and deal with him." Hu Yi smiled and walked into the subway station with brisk steps.A train just stopped by the platform, he hurriedly walked a few steps, and stepped into the carriage behind others without observing beforehand as usual.

There were a lot of people in the carriage, and Hu Yi stood by the door, just lowered his head and thought about how to clean things up in the game after returning home, when the door was closed, the train started slowly, and suddenly he heard someone in front of him ask in Russian: "Hey, where are you going? "

"Ah?" Hu Yishun responded, feeling a little strange in his heart: after taking the subway so many times, he has never met a Russian who strikes up a conversation with him in the car.Then he raised his head and took a closer look, only to see that the person who asked the question was about his age, in black leather clothes and black leather pants, with only a layer of green skin on the top of his head, and he was smiling grinningly at him with the corner of his mouth crooked.

The two looked at each other, Hu Yi blinked, and then looked at the people next to him. Although the clothes were slightly different, most of them were bareheaded.

Skinheads?Hu Yi gasped, but before he could understand, he was punched heavily in the left rib, and then someone kicked him in the calf.

"Get off your mother..." Hu Yi was frightened and angry, and just about to turn around, he saw the bald man punching him from the corner of his eye.He quickly shrank back. Although he couldn't dodge the punch, he managed to take off most of the opponent's strength.

Before he could stand still, he was hit several times on his body and face.Hu Yi glanced in panic, only to see tall and short big bald heads surrounded him.His mind went blank for a second, and he instantly understood his situation.

Although he was quite stubborn when talking about skinheads with Li Baoqing and others on weekdays, and often talked about the "brilliant deeds" of gang fights in high school, Hu Yi knew in his heart that his skills were really ordinary, and with a Fighting alone may be confident that you will not lose the wind, but it is completely impossible to fight with one enemy like Lu Tao.

Fortunately, he is well versed in the principle of "to learn to beat people, learn to be beaten first". In the past, when fighting, he always paid attention to the countermeasures of the beaten party. Since he came to Moscow, he often imagined how he would escape if he encountered a skinhead. It is resistance, so even though he is in danger at the moment, he is not too flustered.

Right now, in the closed compartment full of passengers, escape is absolutely impossible.Hu Yi's mind was racing, and he suddenly squeezed a bald head behind him from the side, leaned against the angle between the subway seat and the car door and squatted down, put his one-shoulder schoolbag on his chest, put his left arm in front of his eyes, raised his right Arms bent and elbows to protect the back of the head, the whole person huddled tightly into a ball.

As soon as he got into his stance, fists and feet fell from above like hailstones, hitting him so hard that he couldn't lift his head up.Fortunately, the carriage was really crowded, and Hu Yi occupied the corner, so the skinheads could not attack them all, nor did they have enough room to exert their strength.Despite being punched and kicked on his body, he just tightened his body without relaxing.At first, I was a little panicked, but after calming down for a while, I began to think about the escape strategy after the train arrived at the station.

But as he himself said, the more he wished for the time to pass faster, the slower time passed.Hu Yi felt that the short journey was extremely long.From closing the car door to squatting in the corner, it was only a short ten seconds.For the rest of the time, the roar of the train, the sound of fists and feet hitting the body, the cursing of the skinhead, and the scolding and screaming of the people around were all mixed together, filling Hu Yi's ears.

Of course, there is also his own roar from time to time—trying to use the roar to prove that he has not completely surrendered, and also to keep himself awake.

His back and arms blocked most of the attacks, Hu Yizheng was secretly thankful that his defense was impeccable, and suddenly received a heavy kick on the forehead.He was suddenly top-heavy, feeling like he was about to lose control and fall to the ground.

You can't sit down, it's over if you miss a hole!He gritted his teeth and reminded himself that he tensed his body hard, but his mind was a little confused, and even the pain of fists and feet falling on his body was gradually no longer clear as before.

Need immediate concentration.Hu Yi's mind was muddled at this moment, and he couldn't figure out how to keep himself awake. Suddenly, he recited loudly without thinking: "The charcoal seller! Cutting firewood and burning charcoal in Nanshan! His face is dusty and smoky! The temples are gray and the fingers are black! Where can I get the money for selling charcoal! The clothes on my body are food in my mouth! Poor clothes on my body are bare! I worry about the cheapness of charcoal and wish the weather is cold! One foot of snow outside the city at night! One foot of snow..."

Damn, I don't remember it later.Hu Yi's mind was in a mess again, and he suddenly remembered the scene when he skipped class to play games in high school.Yes, in fighting games, you only need to do a good job of defense, and the opponent's direct attack is very difficult to be effective.I have been defending, the blood bar must still be very long, and it must be able to hold on.

With a little bit of confidence, he stabilized his mind, and shouted in a loud voice regardless of his disregard: "The minister said: the first emperor's business was not halfway, but the middle road collapsed! Today's three points! Yizhou is exhausted! This is really a critical autumn of survival! -"

The word "Ran" was only half spoken, and the bald head in front of him flew up, and the big leather boot hit Hu Yi's nose.Fortunately, the left arm that blocked the eyes was slightly cushioned, so the foot was not so strong.Even so, Hu Yi was dizzy from being kicked. He was already a little short of breath when he shrunk into a ball, but now he seemed to have no strength all over his body, and he was about to fall over after shaking a few times.

Hold on for a little while, the station is almost here, it should be almost there.The nasal cavity was like an open faucet, and a stream of hot blood flowed out of it. Hu Yi didn't dare to reach out to wipe it, and just kept his defensive posture motionless.In a daze, I heard the long-awaited calm female voice appearing on the train broadcast: "Dear passengers, please pay attention, the station ahead, Ahotney Liat."

Hu Yi's spirit was lifted violently, like a person who was about to be dehydrated in the desert saw the oasis, gritted his teeth and revived again.The train slowly drove into the platform and stopped, the door slowly opened slowly, he jumped up like a rabbit pretending to be dead, and desperately opened a gap between the two bald heads in front of him, regardless of rushed out.

Just when he was about to escape with one foot in and one foot out of the door, someone grabbed him by the back collar of his clothes.Hu Yi leaned back involuntarily, and then several people grabbed his arms behind him and dragged him back to the carriage.

The body was dragged almost out of balance, a thin bald head quickly stood in front of him, rolled up his sleeves with a grinning grin, and walked towards him.Hu Yi's heart felt cold, and he couldn't help cursing angrily: "Fuck you!" The grasped arms suddenly borrowed force, and kicked him with crooked legs with all their strength.

　About skinheads: The details of conflicts related to Russian skinheads are mentioned more than once in this book, mainly because those years were the period when they were most rampant. Skinheads were a serious threat that all foreigners in Russia could not avoid at that time, and it was a matter of life. One of the top concerns of safety.Later, as the government introduced various measures to crack down, skinheads have almost disappeared in Russia.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)