Far away in Moscow

Chapter 36

The head of the branch said with a serious face: "Listen, the police can only take them to court if you file a complaint, otherwise we can't do anything. Those who beat you will be released soon and will continue to do whatever they want on the street ,Understand?"

These few words were full of bureaucratic tone, Hu Yi felt very unhappy, and couldn't help saying angrily: "You can't do anything! There are so many skinheads in Moscow, and many of my friends——Chinese, Vietnamese People, Mongolians, and Africans have all been beaten by skinheads, but the police did nothing! Before today, the policemen I encountered would only stare at us foreigners to check our passports, and even asked for money! Now you actually let I, a foreign student who has just learned Russian for a few days, went to court to sue skinheads? Why is the police in Moscow like this?! I am ashamed of you! Your country has let me down, very disappointed! I don’t want to be in this kind of place again If I stay here, I want to go back to China! Whether skinheads go to court or not has nothing to do with me!"

This long passage was mixed in English and Russian, but Hu Yi actually said it in one breath. Although there was no structure at all, it was enough to clearly express the anger in his heart.

They didn't expect the Chinese to have such a big resentment. They stared at him for a while, then sat down on the table again: "It's a pity that you have such an idea. There is indeed a big problem with our security at present, but Please believe that most of the police are responsible. Of course you can choose to leave Russia, but I sincerely hope that you can stay here and see everything get better with your own eyes.” As he spoke, he extended his right hand to Hu Yi: “My name is Sasha. Rest, I was called here temporarily. It took a long time on the road, sorry to keep you waiting."

Hu Yi reluctantly shook hands with him lightly, tilted his head and said nothing.

Sasha continued: "Actually, it's okay to let you go home right away. But the reason I came here specially is that I don't want the perpetrators to escape the punishment of the law. Just like you said, it's all right for skinheads to act recklessly on the streets. A disgrace to the Moscow police. In fact, we have been working hard to arrest these people, but it is difficult to catch them on the spot when they commit crimes, and few victims are willing to sue them, which leads to our lack of effective means to sanction the perpetrators, so That's why they're so rampant."

Hu Yi just threw a bunch of messy foreign language words like a cannonball, and his mood calmed down a little. Now that Sasha said it was very sincere, he moderated his tone appropriately: "Why? The police can't punish criminals? Can't Are they going to court?"

"It's a matter of legal procedures, and it's very complicated." Sasha spread his hands: "The fact is that if you don't file a charge, the police can only detain them until tomorrow at most. After they leave, they will definitely appear again." On the street, what if you run into them again in the future? What if your friends run into them?"

Sasha said so much before, it sounded like nonsense to Hu Yi, only the last few words pierced his heart.He thought for a while, then hesitated and said: "Okay, I understand, I agree to sue them. But I don't speak Russian very well, what should I do in court? Do I need an interpreter?"

Sasha replied: "You don't have to appear in court in person, you just need to write and sign an indictment - English and Russian are all available - and we will represent the rest."

"Would that really work?"

"I dare not give you any specific guarantees. But if you don't write, the effect must be zero, zero."

Hu Yizhong nodded emphatically: "So...how should the indictment be written?"

"I'll give you the template later." Sasha jumped off the table and waved at Hu Yi: "First, let's testify against the people we caught."

On the other side of the police station, the captured skinhead was sitting listlessly in an iron cage.Mustache, who had been guarding the house all the time, walked up to Hu Yimin: "We caught six people in the subway. According to their confessions, a total of ten people participated in the attack on you, is that true?"

"Ten?!" Hu Yi looked blank: "I don't know!"

Mustache pointed to the half of the rusty rebar placed on the table next to him: "This is the weapon they used to attack you, isn't it?"

That piece of rebar was more than half a meter long, a little thicker than the mouth of an ordinary beer bottle, and it was a common construction steel bar on the construction site.The muscles on Hu Yi's face twitched, thinking that this thing could break his own bones and tendons in a few strokes, he quickly shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Mustache shrugged, pointed at the six skinheads in the cage and said, "Then take a look, are these the ones who beat you?" After that, he picked up his baton and tapped the cage twice: "Head up!"

Ordinary people are prone to face blindness when identifying other ethnic groups, especially without hair as a feature reference.Hu Yi stared at the bald head in the cage for a long time, feeling as if he had seen these faces before, but he was not sure.In line with the principle of seeking truth from facts, he shook his head again: "I don't know, I don't remember the appearance of those people."

Sasha and Mustache looked at each other, walked to Hu Yi with their hands behind their backs and said, "Don't be afraid, they can't come out, they can't do anything to you, don't worry, testify boldly."

"I really don't remember, I can't just talk nonsense." Hu Yi pointed to the rebar: "And this one, I don't remember it either."

Mustache pursed his lips helplessly, and Sasha wanted to encourage him a few more words, when suddenly there was a burst of sneering in the iron cage.

Hu Yi turned his head to look, and saw that the person who was laughing was vaguely the bald man who pointed the middle finger at him at the door of the carriage just now.The four eyes met, and the bald head slowly stretched out his hand to show his middle finger, staring at him and cursing every word.

They are all in the cage, yet they are still so arrogant.Hu Yi was angry, but suffering from the few Russian swear words he had mastered, he could only lament that when the book was used up, he would hate less, not study hard, and be sad when he scolded others.

But Hu Yi has an alternative inventory in his belly.He settled down, took a deep breath, stared at the other party with his teeth bared, and spewed out a few half-Chinese and half-Russian witty words that he usually made when joking with his classmates: "You! ! Stupid Ivanovich! Piggy rice coward! The second uncle is dead Kawa!"

Both Sasha and Mustache were inexplicable. The bald man was still smiling strangely at first, but was soon irritated by the provocative expression on Hu Yi's face, and raised his voice and cursed: "Hu Yi! Hu Yibria!"

"Quiet!" Mustache tapped the cage again with his baton.

This was the first time Hu Yi heard someone scolding him by his own name, so he couldn't help being furious. He walked to the iron cage and stared at the other party for a while, secretly complaining that he was stubborn: there were only a few bald heads in the carriage, and the police Never catch the wrong person, right?
Thinking of this, he felt relieved, turned to Sasha and said, "That's right, this man did hit me, those next to him are all his accomplices." He pointed to the rebar on the table: "And this is theirs. weapon."

Sasha breathed a sigh of relief, and patted Hu Yi on the back: "Go, write these all down."

By the time Hu Yi finished writing the tearful English indictment with his own not very rich vocabulary, it was almost dark.Sasha and Mustache drove him to the subway station, and asked with concern: "Can you take the subway home? No problem?"

"Of course no problem." Hu Yi puffed out his chest.It is already very embarrassing to be beaten into such a miserable state. He wanted to take this last chance to save some face for himself, and shook hands with the two with a smile: "Thank you, and thank you very much to your young colleague, he saved I."

"This is our job. I sincerely hope that you can trust the Moscow police in the future, and you must call the police if you encounter trouble." Sasha looked very serious, and handed a piece of paper with a phone number to Hu Yi: "It is my If you need to speak English, you can call me. Remember, we will do our best to protect everyone.”

"Thank you, it's best not to ask you for help one day." Hu Yi shrugged and smiled, and stuffed the note into his pocket.Turning around and just about to leave, he saw Xiao Huzi bought a cup of hot coffee from a small shop next to him, held it over and stretched out his hand to himself: "It's for you."

Hu Yi was stunned: "Give it to me?"

Mustache nodded, and quickly said a few words to Sasha. Sasha looked puzzled and translated sentence by sentence: "This is given to you by the young policeman who helped you in the subway."

Hu Yi doesn't like to drink coffee, but he was flattered by this situation. He waved his hands again and again and said, "No, no, thank you. He saved my life. I should be the one who gave him the coffee."

"You're welcome, please accept it." Sasha smiled and said, "He said you are his good friend."

Hu Yi felt a little confused: "What? Me? His good friend?"

"That's right, after he brought those skinheads back to the bureau just now, he went to the door of the room where you were sitting and recognized you. But he still has work to do, so he asked his colleagues to buy you a drink Hot coffee." Sasha relayed Mustache's words: "He said that you and your friends had bought him a beer on Arbat Street a few months ago."

"Beer? Arbat?!" Hu Yi was numb all over, staring at Sasha in a daze, and then turned to look at Mustache. Suddenly, his heart was surging with mixed feelings, and he couldn't tell whether he wanted to cry or laugh .

Yes, Arbat Street is next to the Lenin Library, very close to the subway station where he was rescued, and should be within the jurisdiction of the same police station. It is not very unexpected to meet him again.

He desperately recalled the little policeman who stalked him for twenty rubles on Arbat Street, and tried hard to recall the tall figure that fell from the sky when he fell bloodied in the subway car just now. They connect.

Hu Yi's throat moved, his hand holding the paper cup trembled a few times, and his eyes were slightly moist.He couldn't explain why he was crying, and the tears in his eyes were clearly not tears of gratitude, and had nothing to do with regret, grievance, fear, etc., but just an inexplicable release, as if something that had been blocked in his heart for a long time suddenly broke It's like a embankment.

"Where is he?" Hu Yi bit his lips tightly and tried to swallow a few times, but there were still a few tears dripping from his eyes uncontrollably, causing a small ripple in the paper cup.

"After the report, I will go to other places to be on duty." Sasha patted Hu Yi's shoulder friendly: "He wishes you safety and health in the future, and we hope so too."

(End of this chapter)