Soviet Godfather

Seryozha sat on the cold concrete floor, leaning his back on the even colder steel prison door. It was still so cold in the suburbs of Moscow in early spring. The cold wind blew in through the small ventilation window and hit Seryozha from time to time. Seryozha didn't feel any discomfort. Only in this way can Seryozha calm down at this time.

The guard's footsteps sounded again outside the door. There was only one guard named Alexander in the confinement room, mainly because prisoners were not often held here. Aleksandr wasn't bad, in the words of the Lubyanka prison inmates, a not-so-f*cking guy. On weekdays, the confinement room was empty, and Alexander had almost nothing to do every day. He could drink a little wine, read newspapers, and pass the boring time. In fact, that's exactly what he did.

Because of the conflict in the restaurant in the morning, the guard room of the Lubyanka Prison was extremely lively today, and several thorns were imprisoned at once, including Chechens, Ingush, Slavs, Caucasians and so on. It fully represents the multi-ethnic nature of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.

After settling these people down in the morning, Alexander announced the rules here: "As long as you are not so fucked up, I can try my best to satisfy your little requests, and I can even give you a sip of wine, but if you are restless, Then don't blame me for being rude." The word not-so-fucking is so popular in Lubyanka Prison that even the guards use it.

Alexander is a smoker, and every half hour, he would come to the end of the corridor of the confinement room to smoke here. So whenever footsteps were heard in the corridor, Seryozha knew that another half hour had passed. After only one morning, some prisoners couldn't bear the taste of the confinement room and began to howl. This sound was contagious. Alexander would knock on the prison doors of these prisoners, open the small windows on the doors, and warn They were honest, if the prisoners had some small request, such as a cigarette, Alexander would give them one.

After finally staying up until noon, the small window on the prison door was opened, and Alexander put the food in through the small window. Seryozha didn't eat much in the morning, and it was so cold here, Seryozha was so hungry that he almost had a stomachache. Father Petrov was right. Compared with the big cafeteria, the food here is really good. The staple food is potato stew, bread and even cartons of milk. The food was quickly eaten up by Seryozha. With food in his stomach, Seryozha felt less cold.

After lunch, the plates were put away, and Seryozha continued to sit on the ground to pass the long and boring time, and the plan in his mind was gone through again. "This is already the best effect that can be achieved under the existing conditions." Seryozha comforted himself.

The afterglow of the setting sun came in through the small window of the confinement room, and Sergei Sha became more and more nervous. He kept thinking in his mind what to do if he failed. No one can guarantee that the device will work 100%. If it doesn't work, Seryosha will lose the trust of Petrov's father, and the possibility of breaking out of prison again is almost zero, and he will be locked up here for the rest of his life. , Maybe it won't take a lifetime, maybe there is a chance to leave here after the disintegration of the Soviet Union, but that is eleven years later, how many eleven years will there be in life, at that time, the people of Russia can't even afford food, let alone him A person who has been imprisoned in the Gulag (Gulag refers to a labor camp in Russian, and there is no such place as the Gulag Islands), so what if he is released.

These thoughts made Seryozha feel even more irritable. He paced back and forth in the small cell, waiting anxiously for dinner time. Seryozha prayed that this would be his last meal in Lubyanka prison. Although his restlessness made Seryozha lose his appetite, he forced himself to finish his dinner.

At seven o'clock, the broadcast sounded in the prison as scheduled, which made Seryozha even more nervous. He believed that Petrov's father was as nervous as he was.

"Sir Alexander,

give me a cigarette. "I don't know which prisoner shouted loudly.

"Let's talk about it when I get back, you stupid pig," Alexander replied. Then came the sound of the door closing.

"He will probably go to the guard lounge to have a cup of coffee. There has been no one guarding here for a while. This is our chance, and we should give it a go." Seryozha secretly made up his mind.

When the time for action came, Sergei quickly opened the bible. The bible had been hollowed out by Sergey. It contained two bags of metal powder. Got a mix of silver paint and rust, the kind you use to paint toys in silver. Silver powder paint is prepared into a liquid when it is used, and it usually exists in the form of powder, and its main component is aluminum. The rust was brought in by Seryozha in the waste area of ​​the factory. There is also a bag of powder that Petrov's father got. These magnesium powders are placed in the guards' lounge, where there are some barbells and the like. The magnesium powder can be rubbed on the body to prevent slipping. These two packages were the key for Seryozha to open the door of the confinement cell.

Another mixture of silver powder paint and rust is called thermite. They must be mixed in a certain ratio. Sergesha does not have the conditions to mix them in strict proportions, but the approximate ratio can not be wrong. This kind of thing Magnesium powder is needed to ignite, which can generate a high temperature of about 3,000 degrees, enough to melt a prison door made of steel.

Seryozha put the package on the door lock, took out the match secretly hidden in the shoe, struck the match, and stretched it towards the chalk powder. Unfortunately, it did not ignite. Seryozha took a deep breath and took out the match again. With a single match, the color of the flame suddenly changed from orange red to dazzling white. Seryozha hurriedly turned his head away. This kind of light is not good for the eyes. Although the reaction was violent, there was no particularly loud sound. Attracting the attention of others, a few minutes later, it was obvious that a big hole had been burnt through the door lock, and the cell door was easily opened with a light push, even dropping some molten iron.

Seryozha went out, and the iron gate next to it was also melted by the fire. Father Petrov had obviously come out too. He saw Seryozha and smiled at him. Seryozha gestured to him, told him to keep his voice down, then pointed to Alexander's desk, and made a motion to unlock it.

"Seryozha, what do you want?" asked Father Petrov.

"Let them all out, the more chaos the better tonight. Where* have you hidden your things?" Seryozha asked.

"Here." Father Petrov pointed to his shoes. No wonder he doesn't look right when he walks.

Seryozha quickly put on a set of guard uniforms that he dug out from Alexander's cabinet, and his father took the key to open the door. The doors of the confinement room were opened one by one, and every prisoner who was released showed an expression of ecstasy. Even the few Che*chens were grateful to Serge Sha. One of them even said to Seryozha: "If you can get out of here alive, we will definitely repay you."

Not long after the music on the radio started.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

?? A few loud noises almost knocked everyone down.