Red Moscow

The two entered the building. When pressing the floor in the elevator, Victoria looked at Sokov and asked: "Misha, are you going home directly, or are you going to my house first and then going back?"

Sokov thought for a while and realized that he had spent enough time outside today. If he didn't go home as soon as possible, Anna might be worried, so he said decisively: "I'll go home directly. I'll go visit Li when I have time tomorrow." ”

"Okay." Victoria nodded, and then pressed the buttons for two different floors.

As soon as Sokov opened the door, Anna appeared in front of him, jumped directly into his arms, and said with a worried look: "Misha, you are finally back. I was worried that something would happen to you."

"What can happen to me?" Sokov said with a smile: "It's just a trip to Hoflin Hospital, and I'm not alone."

"Who went with you?"

"Officer Victoria downstairs." Sokov gently patted Anna on the back: "As long as she goes with me, there will definitely be no danger."

"You haven't had dinner yet," Anna said, holding Sokov's hand toward the kitchen and saying, "You must be hungry, hurry up and try my cooking skills."

When Sokov sat at the kitchen table to eat, Anna sat next to him, holding her chin in her hands, staring at Sokov as he ate.

Sokov was a little embarrassed. He stopped and asked, "Anna, what are you looking at me for?"

"Tell me, why did you ask Victoria Police Officer to accompany you to Hoflin Hospital today?"

Although Anna tried her best to ask in a calm tone, Sokov could still feel the sour taste in it. He smiled and said, "Have you forgotten that it was the police who called me and asked me to go there? If I go alone and the other party sees that I am a foreigner, they will think that I am a big fat sheep, and they may Blackmailing me. But when I go with Victoria police officers, the situation is different. When they see a police officer next to me, they will have scruples about what they want to do. "

"Oh, that's it." Anna nodded and continued to ask: "Do you have any news about Baharov and the others?"

"No." Sokov shook his head and said seriously: "The police conducted a comprehensive search of the hospital building, but still found no trace of them. I guess there are too few people responsible for the search, and the hospital is too large. There may be some hidden passages that were not discovered by the people responsible for the search.”

"You mean, maybe they entered some hidden passage?" Anna asked, "Just like the underground fortification we explored on Victory Day?"

"I think it should be like this." Sokov nodded and said: "With Baharov's adventurous character, maybe they really found a hidden passage in the hospital that no one discovered, and then after entering, they Never been able to come out.”

Anna tried hard to recall the discovery process of the underground fortification, and felt that what Sokov said was reasonable. Baharov's group of friends who like to explore can even discover fortifications that have been hidden underground for decades. The one at Hovlin Hospital In a place full of legends, it seems not impossible to find a secret passage that no one knows about.

After thinking for a while, she looked at Sokov and asked, "Misha, when will they come out?"

"I don't know." Sokov spread his hands and said helplessly: "Unless they have had enough fun in there and find it no longer interesting, they might come out. Before that, I'm afraid no one can find them. Where?"

Although he was saying this, Sokov was muttering to himself: "Did they happen to encounter a wormhole and travel to other eras? The last time he traveled, although he stayed in the 1940s for several years, But only a few hours have passed here. Based on this ratio, Baharov and the others have been in that unknown era for more than ten or twenty years. "

After dinner, Sokov entered the study alone again. While checking information, he also looked at the full-length mirror in the corner from time to time, secretly hoping that the scene calling him would appear in it again. But sadly, the mirror didn't react at all.

It was late at night, and it was not until Anna urged him several times that Sokov reluctantly left the study.

The next day I drove to the market. As soon as I opened the store door, Xiao Ma ran over to me: "Brother, are you free later?"

Sokov didn't know what the other party wanted from him, so he didn't dare to agree easily, so he asked cautiously: "What's the matter?"

"That's right. I heard there is a famous flea market in the city. Can you take me there to learn more about it?"

Hearing the other party's request, Sokov seemed very embarrassed. Lao Wu's family didn't hire any employees at first. Lao Wu used to look after the store alone. After Xiao Ma arrived, Lao Wu left the store to him to manage. He only came here for a walk around noon every day and left early. If you take Pony to the flea market by yourself, it means asking Lao Wu to come and look at the store, and he might be unhappy. It was out of this consideration that he said cautiously: "I think it's better to wait until your uncle comes and get his permission before we go to the flea market."

But Xiao Ma obviously didn't notice the hesitation in Sokov's eyes, and said happily: "Well, when my uncle comes, I will tell him."

The flea market Xiao Ma mentioned is called Izmailova Flea Market. Chinese people like to call it by its Russian transliteration, an ant. It is usually open on Wednesdays and Sundays. At first, it was just an ordinary handicraft market, selling low-grade oil paintings, nesting dolls, etc., which were deeply loved by Chinese people who ventured into Russia. Later, as more and more Chinese people patronized the market, the types of handicrafts became more and more complete, and the grade gradually improved. Military uniforms and accessories, dresses, kerosene lamps, tableware, silverware, toys, samovars, iron, old photo frames and many other interesting things from the last century can be bought there.

After Lena went to work, she pestered Sokov to ask about the visit to Khovlin Hospital yesterday. After Sokov told Lena about the matter, he took out his mobile phone and looked at it. He was worried that the police would find the whereabouts of Khabarov and others, so when he called to inform them, the call did not go through.

But there was no missed call, which meant that the police had not found Khabarov and others yet. Sokov couldn't help but worry. Khabarov and his companions had been missing for more than 30 hours, and there was no news. Could it be that they had really traveled to an unknown era?

Lao Wu came to the market near noon. When he heard Xiao Ma's request, he showed an unhappy expression on his face.

Sokov stood opposite and saw the change in Lao Wu's expression. He was still a little uneasy, worried that he would be caught in the crossfire and Lao Wu would think that Xiao Ma wanted to go to the flea market because of his instigation. After all, once Xiao Ma left, Lao Wu had to stay to look after the store, which meant that he could no longer wander around, and he must be unhappy.

Sure enough, after a while, Lao Wu came over. As soon as he entered the door, he asked Sokov: "Xiao Lin, did you mention the flea market to my nephew?"

Sokov shook his head quickly, trying to distance himself from the matter, so that Lao Wu would not have any bad thoughts in his mind: "He asked about it on his own initiative. Didn't you mention it to him at home? Otherwise, how could he know that there is a flea market? You know, many people have been here for five or six years, and they don't even know whether the gate of the flea market faces east or west."

After hearing what Sokov said, Lao Wu didn't know what to say. He raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, and said hesitantly: "My nephew wants to go to the flea market now. I wonder if you are willing to take him there."

"If you don't object, I can take him there to broaden his horizons."

According to Lao Wu's idea, today is Sunday, which is the busiest day for business. There is only one employee left in Sokov's store. He is definitely unwilling to take his nephew on this trip. Then he can justifiably refuse his nephew Xiao Ma's request. But what he didn't expect was that Sokov actually agreed without thinking, which made him a little embarrassed for a while.

"Okay, I'll ask him to go with you."

After more than ten minutes, Sokov drove his car and took Xiao Ma to the flea market dozens of kilometers away.

On the way, Xiao Ma asked curiously: "Brother, I have seen some posts written by those traders who came to Moscow after the collapse of the Soviet Union. They said that they took international trains to Russia with daily necessities. At every stop along the way, there were locals buying goods. When they arrived in Moscow, the goods they carried were turned into cash. Then they used the cash to buy stamps or antiques at the flea market and brought them back to sell. They could make a lot of money by going back and forth for 20 days or once a month. Are these things true?"

"Well, it should be true." Although Sokov has not experienced it, he has heard more than one trader who came to Russia to compare Their stories basically matched what Xiao Ma said, so he nodded and said, "Russia was short of supplies back then, and our products were in great demand, so they were naturally easy to sell."

Hearing what Sokov said, Xiao Ma seemed very excited: "Then if we go to the flea market today, will we have a chance to find a bargain?"

"If it was when the Soviet Union just collapsed, people at that time took out many valuable things at home and sold them to make a living." Sokov said to him, "If you went to the flea market at that time, you might have a chance to find a bargain. But now it has been more than 30 years, and such opportunities to make money are long gone."

Although Sokov has made it very clear , but Xiao Ma still asked unwillingly: "If the antiques can't be found, what about the stamps?"

"Of course there are none left." Sokov continued: "I remember that someone bought the imperforate miniature sheet of "Mei Lanfang's Stage Art" at the flea market for $1. The domestic market price at that time should be around 30,000 yuan."

Xiao Ma widened his eyes in surprise: "What, he bought an imperforate miniature sheet for $1, this person's luck is too good. According to the exchange rate of 1:8.5 at that time, 30,000 yuan is equivalent to 3,500 US dollars."

After a pause, he asked carefully: "Brother, I know that if I want to pick up a small stamp like Mei Lanfang's now, I will have to pay a lot of money. It is impossible to leak the type sheet. But what about other stamps? How much are they? "

Sokof poured cold water on him again: "There are indeed people selling stamps in the flea market, which are mainly commemorative stamps from the 1950s and 1960s. Common ones are large sets of stamps such as "Goldfish", "Huangshan", "Butterfly" and "Peony". "

"Large set?" Hearing the unfamiliar term, Xiao Ma showed a confused expression on his face: "What is a large set?"

"A large set usually refers to a set with more than 10 stamps. For example, a set of "Goldfish" has 12 stamps, a set of "Butterfly" has 20 stamps, a set of "Peony" has 18 stamps, and a set of "Huangshan" has 16 stamps. "

"Brother, you know so much. Have you collected stamps before?"

"Well, yes, I have collected stamps." After giving the other party a positive reply, Sokov reminded him: "Although these stamps can be seen in the flea market, the prices are very high. A set can cost as little as three to four hundred dollars, or as much as a thousand dollars. If you just buy it for collection, it doesn’t matter. But if you want to use it for investment, it’s not necessary. It’s hard to sell it.”

Arriving outside the flea market, Sokov found a place to park his car and took Pony through the side door so that he didn't have to buy a ticket.

Walking into the flea market, Xiao Ma looked at the dazzling array of products on the stalls on both sides, and his eyes were overwhelmed. He pointed to the colorful matryoshka dolls and asked, "Brother, are these all Russian specialties?"

"Yes, matryoshka dolls are indeed a specialty of Russia." Sokov said with a smile: "But most of the matryoshka dolls in this market are actually produced in Northeast China."

Xiao Ma, who was holding a matryoshka doll and looking at it carefully, heard what Sokov said and quickly put down the matryoshka doll in his hand: "If these matryoshka dolls are all produced in China, then forget it. Bringing them all the way to others I ordered the gift and went back, but when others saw it, it was actually made in China, and I was completely embarrassed. "

The two continued to walk forward. Xiao Ma looked at the rusty cannonballs of various calibers displayed on the stall next to him, and asked with some guilt: "Brother, are these cannonballs real?"

"Yes, it's true." Sokov nodded and said: "Many shells were dug out by the Diggers from the battlefields of the Great Patriotic War, and the fuses have been basically removed, so you don't have to worry about sudden explosions. "

"Oh, that's it, it scared me."

Xiao Ma took a few steps forward and was suddenly attracted by the military uniforms hanging on a stall on the right. There are two sets of military uniforms hanging on the pillars of the stall, one is a black SS uniform, and the other is a Soviet military uniform.

Xiao Ma walked over and saw many medals on the stall, including various Soviet medals and the German Iron Cross. There were also bundles of new military uniforms piled in the stall. He turned around and asked, "Brother, are all these things true?"

Sokov said with this expression: "The Great Patriotic War ended in May 1945, and it is now 2018. Do you think that after 73 years, a military uniform can still be so new, as if it just came out of a clothing factory?" ”

Hearing what Sokov said, Xiao Ma immediately realized that the military uniforms sold at this stall should be imitations, not leftovers from the Great Patriotic War. But he still asked unwillingly: "Isn't there anything in this stall that is real?"

"There may still be real things." Sokov pointed at an M35 helmet in the corner that was one-third rusted and said: "That tattered German helmet may have been produced more than seventy years ago. of."