Knocking on the door of Pupil Art in Yuanshen

January 1992, Moscow.

Just a month ago, the great Soviet Union disintegrated and completely fell into pieces.

It was once a giant dragon that overwhelmed the east of the world. However, when it fell, people discovered how weak it was. Half of its body was covered with traces of decay and its interior was riddled with holes.

In contrast, the proud citizens of Moscow suddenly found that they had lost their pride.

Food rationing was abolished, the ruble depreciated wildly, and the money that once could buy a Volga car now only buys a loaf of rye bread.

Just overnight, they went from a wealthy family to abject poverty.

The joint is covered with snow and empty with no pedestrians. Rusty cars are abandoned in the alleys. Portraits of Soviet-era leaders can still be seen on the walls, but they are torn to pieces.

On such a lonely and empty morning, a silver Volga slowly parked in front of the Science Library.

The boy with red hair, wearing a snow-colored cloak and a thin white lining, slowly stepped out of the car. The person who opened the door for him was an officer in dark gray clothing.

This seemingly extremely unequal pairing is incompatible with this depressed street.

He looked at the sign above his head with calm eyes, straightened his white collar hair, and slowly approached the library. However, before he could open the door, a burst of noise filled his ears.

In the science library, a drunk man shouted: "Women! Women!"

"Where did you put my drink?"

The Science Library, once a place where top Soviet scientists discussed academic matters, is now as neglected as an abandoned woman. The navy blue wool carpet is stained with dried water, the bookshelves have collapsed, and the precious academic books are scattered.

The fuel burning in the indoor fireplace was obviously those research materials, but even so, the temperature in the room was still below zero.

"Yevgeny, you good-for-nothing man! Just live on alcohol! It's better to die drunk!" A woman yelled in the bathroom, "I really regret marrying a good-for-nothing like you!"

The bathroom door was kicked open, and the old lady strode out, glaring fiercely at the drunk man.

There is a big difference between this couple. The man is a standard Mediterranean man with a fat belly. His nose is as red as a lightbulb due to years of drinking.

But his wife is still slim, with dazzling long platinum hair and sultry eyebrows. She wears stiletto-heeled dancing shoes and a low-cut dance skirt, looking majestic.

"Look at your dog-like face in the mirror! Other husbands know how to go out and find ways to make money, go to the black market to buy some food, at least get some charcoal to keep warm! What about you! Besides being drunk and yelling here? Do you think you are?

Who? Professor Yevgeny? No! Just a librarian. Your monthly salary is not enough to buy me a pair of stockings in dollars!"

The woman cursed mercilessly and poked her husband's sore spots. At the same time, she stepped on the chair, patted her thighs, and showed off her expensive imported stockings.

Outside the door, Zhaoyue said nothing, but the officer could no longer listen.

"Master, would you like..." He didn't know what Zhao Yue was doing here, so he just wiped his neck.

"..." He turned his head and glanced at the officer. The officer immediately froze and stopped talking.

Zhaoyue took off her snow-colored cloak and stretched out her hand to him. He immediately understood and took the cloak, then handed over a long black windbreaker and a KGB-style briefcase.

He put on a windbreaker and carried a briefcase, and his demeanor became more capable, just like a real KGB officer.

"Click~"

The harsh sound of the door was no less than a dull thunder in the ears for the quarreling couple. Yevgeny immediately turned his head and looked over.

A red-haired boy in a black trench coat pushed them away, holding a KGB-style briefcase. The trench coat was very neat and not stained by wind and snow at all. This was a big flaw, but neither the Yevgeny couple were observant.

people.

They only noticed the boy's commanding temperament, as well as the gorgeous collar of the white shirt lining, and the texture of silk, which was probably a fabric only available on the black market.

"Is this Comrade Yevgeny Chicherin?" He came straight to the table, put his briefcase on the table, and asked in a formulaic tone.

"It's me, are you?" The man was cautious. Out of the truest feelings in his heart, he was a little afraid of this boy.

"KGB officer," Zhaoyue took out her ID, "is responsible for shutting down Project Delta."

"KGB?" The man began to feel uneasy.

He did not doubt the authenticity of the certificate. Firstly, he had several drinking buddies with low-level KGB officers who recognized the authenticity of the certificate. Secondly, Project δ was a real state secret. His file stated the reason why he became a professor.

It's just a special contribution and not selling my daughter.

That's right, he exchanged his mixed-race daughter Renata for the title of professor. To be precise, it was an exceptional grant.

The reason why this guy is no longer a professor is that he has repeatedly shown off his so-called research project "genetic theology" at major scientific conferences, but he has not been able to produce any evidence.

After several attempts, this backdoor professor was deprived of his professorship, and everyone believed that he was not qualified to accept this honor.

The dividends from selling his daughter ended here, and Yevgeny had completely exposed his uneducated nature.

"I spent some time with Renata Yevgeny Chicherin at the research base in northern Siberia." He took out a document from his briefcase and handed it to the man.

"According to this birth certificate, you are her parents."

The man was not in the mood to watch. He just threw the documents on the table like coals. "What happened to her? Did she get into some trouble?"

"Causing trouble?" He frowned and did not continue to ask, "No, I just came to inform that Project δ is officially over, which means that the original team needs to be sent back, but Renata is not yet eighteen years old.

, needs to be returned to guardians.”

"This..." Yevgeny looked confused.

"..." Zhaoyue looked at the messy environment around her. It was worse than a college student dormitory. It could be said to be a typical example of messiness. It probably couldn't support one more person.

"Well," he crossed his hands on the table, "according to the regulations, you have two choices."

His voice was low and his expression was as cold as steel. The Chicherins listened carefully and did not dare to think wildly.

"If you want to take her back, the country will meet your request and your family will be reunited at that time."

"If you don't want this daughter, given her special value, she will be sent to a distant research base to participate in the next project. At that time, your family will probably never see each other again in a lifetime, but in contrast, the country will

I will compensate you with a bonus and restore your title of professor."

"I wonder what you two think?" He kept a smile on his face and squinted his eyes slightly, but frost had already appeared in the depths of his pupils.

"This is great! This is great!" Yevgeny exclaimed excitedly, "Our family is willing to contribute to science for the rest of our lives!"

"I would like to ask," his wife twisted her waist like a water snake to come closer, but was scared away by Zhaoyue's look, but her excitement did not diminish, "I would like to ask, how much is the bonus?"

"Huh..." Zhaoyue took a deep breath, took out a bunch of rubles from his briefcase, and pushed ten neat rubles in front of the Chicherin couple.

"Then from now on, Renata Yevgeny Chicherin will belong to me, and she will no longer be named after her father. Is that okay?"

"No problem, no problem!"

The Chicherins looked at each other excitedly. Whether it was one hundred thousand rubles or the title of professor, for the Chicherins, it was no less than a gift from heaven and meant so much.

Mrs. Chicherin does not have to accompany the boyfriends who gave her stockings to the ball, but she can also enjoy imported food and high-end fashions. When Chicherin appears, in addition to regaining the title of professor, she will also have enough money to support her family. With money, he

He can have another child with his beautiful wife, perhaps a more beautiful girl than Renata.

They were so excited that they didn't expect that the "KGB officer" had left the money and left.

Zhaoyue took off her long black trench coat, threw off her briefcase, put on her snow-colored cloak, and got back into the back seat of the Volga car.

"Tell them to arrest people for bank robbery and treason," he closed his eyes, leaned on the back seat and said nothing.

The officer in dark gray military uniform dialed a number and detailed the characteristics of the soon-to-be criminal couple.

He put down the phone and started the car.

After a while, a group of armed soldiers will come to arrest these two pairs of desperate mandarin ducks.

Whether it is robbery or treason, they are both serious crimes punishable by death. What's more, it is an order given by the general himself. No one below will dare to disobey it. It can only be said that they are dead. In all senses

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