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Chapter 1494 Big Brother’s Iron Fist is Hard (Third update, please subscribe)
After more than ten hours of flight, the plane finally arrived in Moscow.

After the plane landed and before getting off the plane, Catalina specifically left a phone number for Gao Guangyao.

"Be sure to call me!"

Before getting off the plane, Catalina reminded him again.

"Well, definitely."

After waving goodbye to Katerina, Gao Guangyao walked out of the plane, went down the boarding bridge, quickly passed through customs, and then took a taxi to Moscow University.

Along the way, I felt a little disappointed when I saw the glorious city outside the car. After all, it was not as prosperous as I had imagined, but I was more moved.

When the car drove to the highway outside Moscow Airport and saw a toll booth, Gao Guangyao couldn't help but exclaimed:

"What? Toll booths? Western-style? In the Soviet Union? Impossible! Do they charge tolls on their roads?"

To his relief, when the car drove past, he saw that the hut did not charge a fee but was only registering information for leaving the city.

After entering the university, like all foreign students, he needed to register. But what he didn't expect was that as soon as he got off the bus, someone came to greet him.

However, just as he got off the bus and hadn't even reached the school gate, someone poked his head out and asked tentatively:

"Hello, classmate, you are from Chang'an."

Although the person who came had blond hair and blue eyes, he spoke fluent Mandarin.

"Yes,"

As soon as he finished speaking, Erich smiled and said:
"Haha, I knew it. Hello, my name is Erich, and I'm from Taiping. Where are you from? Chang'an?"

"right,"

Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived in Moscow, I met my compatriot Gao Guangyao, who immediately became very happy and said:

"How did you recognize me?"

Eric quickly explained.

"There are very few suitcases like this in Moscow. And based on your appearance and the clothes you wear, you will quickly learn to recognize students from other countries here. However, the only ones you cannot recognize are African students."

In fact, this is all nonsense. He saw the stickers on his suitcase, with words like Star City, Siam, Mindanao, and Surabaya. These must have been put on when he was studying abroad.

“Another African student?”

"Again?"

Eric asked curiously:

"Have you encountered this? in the country?"

"No, I had never seen a black person before I went abroad."

Gao Guangyao then explained what happened to him on the plane, and Eric shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, it seems that you have already felt it. Do you know who people hate the most in Moscow now?"

"Which people?"

"where……"

Eric nodded with his chin and saw a few dark-skinned foreign students coming towards him.

"It's them. You may not know that a few years ago, someone painted a picture called 'At the Airport' and won a prize."

"At the airport? What are you drawing?"

"The painting shows a gloomy winter in the Soviet Union. A black child stands next to his parents' suitcases. His earmuffs, scarf, cotton coat and boots can effectively protect him from the cold winter in Russia. Perhaps he is preparing to board an international flight from the Soviet Union to other countries."

Gao Guangyao looked at Eric with some doubt, as if asking what was so strange about this. His reaction also fell into Eric's eyes, and he only heard him laugh:

"Haha, I knew you would have this reaction. You don't know that this black kid is extraordinary in the eyes of the Soviets, not only because of his little black face and the foreign stickers on the suitcase behind him, but also because he can freely take a plane to anywhere!

To the Soviets, this was the "millionaire's kid." Of course, it won the prize because it showed Soviet internationalism!

When talking about the spirit of internationalism, Eric had a smile on his face, but anyone could see the sarcasm in his smile.

Eric shrugged his shoulders and continued:

“In Moscow, anyone who ‘looked African’ – including Indians – was considered a privileged member of the Soviet Union and was called a ‘foreigner’.

Like the Europeans, Americans, and us, these strangers had access to many things that the Soviets could only dream of:
For example, it is allowed to cross the Soviet border to go abroad at any time;

And you can also enter grocery stores that only accept currency exchange and clothing stores that sell Western goods;
Even German and American cars can be driven;
They smoked menthol cigarettes, wore American blue jeans, and were accompanied by attractive Soviet ladies;
To guard against possible looting, the police will even provide them with extra protection;
The knowledge of foreign languages ​​enabled them to follow international news broadcasts and newspapers, which enabled them to understand world affairs as well as the Soviet Union’s supreme rulers.”

He obviously couldn't understand how these things became privileges, traveling abroad, buying imported goods, and even listening to foreign radio stations.

Aren’t these things that ordinary people should enjoy?
What kind of privilege is this? These things sound incredible! But even though they are so absurd, they are indeed true.

Eric's words surprised Gao Guangyao:
"That's it? Listening to the radio is a privilege?"

“Yes, the Soviets thought that listening to foreign radio stations such as the BBC and Voice of America was the closest thing to a privilege – but due to constant interference from the Soviet authorities, it was too difficult to listen to these voices.

Of course for them, it’s a privilege.”

As they walked towards the campus, Eric introduced the situation here to this new compatriot, all of which was to help him better understand this student and even this country.

"...Here, as international students, especially those from Western countries, we enjoy many privileges, privileges that even ordinary officials do not have... Well, how is your Russian?"

“My math teacher was Russian, so I learned Russian very early and became fluent.”

"Oh, I see!"

Eric thought for a moment, then shook his head and said:
"It doesn't matter. They will still send someone to tutor you."

"Tutoring? Tutoring what?"

"Maybe it's the living habits in Moscow! There are many differences between here and our place. Although you are a foreigner, you should adapt to the local customs. You will know some things in the future..."

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Just as Eric was saying this, a group of Soviet students rushed over, most of them holding sticks or something like that. Before Eric could react, he heard someone shouting:

"Eric, they are going to the International Students Building to deal with the gorilla..."

"what?"

Eric was surprised:

"What's going on? Aren't those people protected by police from the Ministry of Internal Affairs?"

"The police from the Ministry of Internal Affairs left and said they would do whatever they wanted with the place..."

what!
Eric opened his eyes wide in astonishment. As for Gao Guangyao, he didn't know what he had witnessed. Because the conflict between the Soviets and the African black students was getting more and more intense, and even last year these people went to the Red Square to cause trouble. Just this morning, they cancelled the special treatment for all black students.

The students, who had to swallow their anger because of the protection of the KGB, would never miss this opportunity. They all took up sticks to teach their African classmates what "Russian-style care" is.

Like many people, Gao Guangyao was pulled by Eric to watch a free-fighting match in front of the International Students Building. They even ate melon seeds with relish and talked about the excitement of the fight while eating.

"do you know?"

Grabbing a bag of melon seeds from his friend, Eric cracked some and stuffed a handful of seeds into Gao Guangyao's pocket, saying:
"To be honest, I really don't know what the Kremlin is thinking."

"what?"

Gao Guangyao asked doubtfully:
"You said that since Columbus discovered the New World, some people went to Africa to look for gold mines, some went to Africa to dig for diamonds, and some went to Africa to capture slaves. Well, we also went to Africa to open farms, but which country went to Africa to look for talents?"

Because Eric was speaking Russian, as soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of several Soviet students nearby became extremely interesting.

Vladimir, the guy who gave them the melon seeds, was silent for a long time before he blurted out:

"…Your mother, you are such a bitch!"

Vladimir used the national language and cursed, but Eric still looked unforgiving.

"I'm telling the truth. You're the only ones who need such talent! If it were me, I would have let those guys feel the enthusiasm of Moscow long ago!"

Provoked by him, Vladimir suddenly couldn't crack the melon seeds anymore, and the 1.9-meter-tall man immediately rushed over with a roar.

"Uh……"

Seeing this, Gao Guangyao was dumbfounded and said:

"Is this appropriate?"

"Vladimir: This name comes from the Slavic language, meaning "one who is eager to fight." You see, this is the real Vladimir."

And so, the two of them continued to enjoy the show performed by people from two continents.

In fact, the performers are also very honored. After all, there are people from another continent as their audience!
This day was just the beginning. Later, tens of thousands of black international students who failed in their studies and just ate and drank for free were expelled and sent back to their country. In fact, even the professors were fed up with these guys and gave them the lowest scores. There was no need to do this deliberately because their scores were already very low.

Later, some Western media criticized the Soviet Union, saying that expelling African students was racial discrimination.

In response, a Soviet official in charge of relevant affairs replied:

"Letting black students go back to Africa is to let them learn knowledge and then go back to build Africa. This is the fundamental reason why the Soviet Union attracted African students."

But not all students were expelled. In order to better promote their studies and focus their energy on learning rather than picking up girls, partying and dancing, the Soviet Union began to introduce a study buddy system in schools, allowing strong and talented members of the group to supervise and help African students. Every African student had a study buddy.

The main job of these Russian men is to supervise their Russian language learning, care for them, and supervise their personal hygiene. They often gather around the black dormitory, observe from outside to see if the blacks need "help", and rush directly into the black dormitory to check their hygiene and help them with their appearance.

From then on, the African students who stayed studied very seriously and returned home obediently after completing their studies.

(End of this chapter)