Far away in Moscow

Chapter 53

Wuga shook his head contemptuously: "You are really too timid. Azerbaijanis are never afraid of danger, we want to fight! Let the skinheads know how powerful we are!"

"Okay, okay, go if you want." Hu Yi looked at him angrily: "Since you have a gun to defend yourself, why do you need help?"

Wu Ga put the pistol in his arms, and murmured: "This gun, the bullets...not too much."

"Not many? How many more?"

"Actually...not for the time being." Wuga coughed a few times, and added in a serious manner: "I have had it before, and it's used up."

Hu Yi chuckled: "Wuga, you just like to brag. Tell me honestly, what are you going to do tomorrow?"

"What I said is true! Go beat the skinheads!" Wuga's previous proud look disappeared, showing some anxiety: "Listen to me, you don't need to fight, just show your face, and then you can leave , OK?"

The more Hu Yi listened, the more strange he became: "Tell me clearly, what's going on?"

Wuga cleared his throat and whispered coyly, "I promised the Turks that I would bring ten friends with me, but right now... it's not enough."

"How many are there now?"

"Only me." Wuga said angrily: "I have found several classmates, but they are all cowards, and they are afraid when they hear that they are going to fight skinheads!"

"Hahahaha! You are such an idiot! Will you die if you don't brag?" Hu Yi laughed loudly, almost spraying out the barbecue in his mouth: "In this case, you can go by yourself."

"Absolutely not, that would be too embarrassing! You must bring at least one person with you, otherwise you will be laughed at by the Turks, and your friends will look down on me." Wuga didn't care about Hu Yi's ridicule: "Hey, Anton, listen, Didn't you get stolen some time ago? I know you're short of money recently, and I can pay. I just need you to show up with me, there's no danger, and there's no need to fight."

"You're looking for the wrong person, I won't go." Hu Yi looked at him with a smile: "Your uncle is a businessman, he must know a lot of people, you can ask him for help."

"My uncle? He will definitely not allow me to fight." Wuga took out two hundred-ruble notes from his wallet, "Come on casually tomorrow, the money is yours, how about it?"

"Two hundred rubles?! What is this?" Hu Yi tapped the plate twice with a knife: "It's not enough to buy two plates of barbecue, you are too funny."

Wuga probably also felt that he was too stingy, and pushed the money to Hu Yi with a smile: "This meal is my treat. I will give you...these! No problem?" His hand shook.

Hu Yi glanced at the banknote in his hand, shook his head and said nothing.It's not that he is not moved by money, but he instinctively resists establishing a money-employment relationship with his classmates, and he is even more unwilling to be ordered by a bullshit like Wuga, not to mention that what he wants to do by himself sounds a bit dangerous.

Wuga murmured a few words in his native language, took out another five hundred rubles and slapped them on the table, and said in an almost begging tone: "One thousand rubles! Add another two hundred! It's just to stand for a while, you can't No more. Please help me!"

"It's a generous shot." Hu Yi hiccupped, looked at the banknotes with a half-smile and hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No."

Wuga was bored, and was about to take back the money with a resentful face, but Li Baoqing who was next to him suddenly said, "Give me the money, and I'll go with you."

"Really?!" Wuga was overjoyed, and pushed the ruble on the table in front of him.Hu Yi was greatly surprised: "Are you sick? They are going to fight the skinheads!"

"We are so poor, why don't we go if we have money to earn?" Li Baoqing stared at him: "40 rubles is more than [-] dollars! We can only earn [-] by chopping vegetables for a month. Anyway, I just go to help pretend Come back just pretending, without actually doing anything, this is called... um... selling your art but not your body."

"It should be called prostitution instead of art!" Hu Yi hesitated: "But...however, it is quite dangerous."

"They give you a lot, even if it's dangerous, it's worth it." Li Baoqing smiled nonchalantly: "Besides, the skinheads are going to fight the Caucasians, and they probably don't care about us."

"This idea is a bit naive." Hu Yi frowned and stared at him: "It sounds like a big battle, maybe something unexpected will happen."

Li Baoqing said with a smile: "Hey, there will be no problem. Although the Moscow police can't be counted on at ordinary times, they can't stand by when they see hundreds of people fighting, right? I don't think they may really be able to fight."

Hu Yi pondered for a while following his train of thought, then smacked his lips and said, "Huh? It sounds quite reasonable. Grandma, isn't it just to put on a show? Twelve hundred rubles is worth it."

"That's right, where can I get such a cheap price?" Li Baoqing said with a chuckle, "Aren't you going too? If you don't go, it won't be worth it."

"Hmm." Hu Yi pondered for a moment, then turned to look at Wuga.Although Wuga could not understand the content of their conversation, he could guess the change in their attitudes from their expressions and tone, so he happily counted out another thousand and two hundred rubles: "Anton, do you want to go together?"

Hu Yi held back for a few seconds, grabbed the bill and stuffed it into his pocket, feeling like a young girl who sold her body for money, turned her head unnaturally and looked into the distance: "Time? Where?"

"At twelve noon tomorrow, gather at the park next to the Izmailova market." Wuga's anxiety dissipated, and he puffed up his chest like a big brother who just accepted two younger brothers: "I remind you, bald The party will gather around then, so it's best not to take the subway tomorrow."

Hu Yi and Li Baoqing felt great after getting more than 40 dollars casually.The two happily went to work and eat in Huanghai as usual, without worrying too much, and they didn't start to get nervous until the next morning before going out.Both of them have suffered from skinheads, and they still have lingering fears about what happened to them at the beginning. It would be a lie to say that they are not guilty at all.

There was a thud of retreating, but it was too late to repent now. Since I received the money, I have to help others, even if it is really dangerous, I can't break my promise.After thinking over and over again, the two of them changed into sporty outfits that were convenient for fleeing at any time, and put on a hat to cover their eye-catching black hair, trying not to be noticed by the skinheads about their ethnic characteristics.

Knowing that it is not safe to take the subway, but Youda and Ant Park are located in the southwest and northeast of the urban area, so it is too uneconomical to take a taxi.In line with the principle of saving as much as possible, Hu Yi and Li Baoqing set off early to take the subway, cheered up and carefully observed the passengers around them, got off the train two stops before the destination, and walked to the agreed place with Wuga in fear. Assembly point.

Fortunately, they came early enough that they didn't see any skinheads along the way.The two sat on a park bench and looked around vigilantly. There were five or six young men standing beside the statue not far away. Although they couldn't tell which country they were from, they all had thick hair on their heads, which was the most direct signal of safety.

"Where are people? Why are there only a few?" Li Baoqing lowered the brim of his hat, trying to cover his dark eyes.

Hu Yi peeled off a piece of gum and stuffed it into his mouth to chew a few times: "Don't worry, it's not time yet."

Li Baoqing shook his legs unnaturally quickly, and said to himself: "Maybe they canceled it temporarily?"

"Wait until twelve o'clock." Hu Yi stretched out his hand and pressed on his leg: "Don't shake your leg, are you nervous?"

"Aren't you nervous?"

"It's all here, there's no use being nervous." Hu Yi took out his sunglasses from his pocket, put them on, and leaned back on the chair pretending to be leisurely: "Don't be afraid, people on both sides will not choose the same place to gather, There should be no skinheads around us."

Feeling a little relieved, Li Baoqing took out a mask and put it on carefully.The two looked at each other's face and giggled, Li Baoqing said: "We are like spies waiting for a meeting on TV."

"The spies are all villains." Hu Yi corrected: "We should be called underground workers."

"Yes, yes." The two chatted absently, and Li Baoqing turned his head to look behind Hu Yi: "Hey, then who... your classmate is here, what is his name?"

Hu Yi looked back, and Wuga had trotted to the front.Today he was wearing a slightly oversized blue-gray suit with a white shirt and a black tie. His hair was wet with hairspray, and he was wearing a pair of black shiny pointed leather shoes. He looked exactly like an Azerbaijani village underworld entrepreneur.

"You... why are you dressed like this?" Hu Yi was dumbfounded: "Aren't you going to fight?"

Wuga looked solemn: "Of course. Fighting is also a very serious matter. We must show the temperament of our Azerbaijani gentlemen to the skinheads."

"You have a very good temperament." Hu Yi smiled with the corners of his mouth slanted, "I thought you were going to the funeral."

Wuga lowered his head and pondered for a while, as if he was a little shaken by his choice of dress.Just as he was about to distinguish a few words, someone under the statue not far away shouted a few words at him from a distance.Wuga agreed, then turned his head and waved at Hu and Li, "Come with me."

"Where are you going?" Hu Yi asked.

"When can we leave?" Li Baoqing asked.

"Go and gather with other people." Wuga strode forward, chest folded: "After meeting the Turks later, you can leave, but remember not to be noticed by others."

At this moment, more than [-] people have gathered under the statue. Hu Yi and Li Baoqing walked out of the park behind them, crossed a wide road, passed several rows of simple business pavilions, and stood among a group of low old buildings. Turning eight turns, a large open space suddenly flashed in front of my eyes. In one corner of the open space, there were more than a hundred curly-haired young men standing densely, holding wooden sticks or iron pipes in their hands. All of them looked solemn and serious.

Li Baoqing touched Hu Yi: "Oh my god, take a look, he's much more awesome than the young and Dangerous boy in the movie."

Hu Yi nodded and said nothing.Although these people are not as tall and mighty as the Russian brawny men, they are strong in body and sturdy in expression.In terms of body shape alone, I can only be regarded as a frail scholar compared to them; Li Baoqing can barely reach the average level; the thin and short Wuga stands in the crowd like a chicken.

As soon as the twenty or so Azerbaijanis arrived, the crowd stirred up a little.The acquaintances greeted each other, and Wuga left them and walked quickly to the front of the crowd, shouting: "Hey! Comrades, here I come! The men of Azerbaijan are here!"

(End of this chapter)