Struggle in Soviet Russia

In the foul-smelling camp, war horses with their snouts walked through the simple wooden rooms. Every time the horse hoof nailed with iron feet hits the ground, it will sink deeply into the frothy sludge, every time it is pulled out. At that time, there will be another disgusting sound of "gurgling".

If one sentence is used to describe the living conditions in this camp, it is... it is impossible to describe it. If this is hell, then the most run-down slums in the world should be regarded as heaven.

Victor has long given up the idea of ​​finding those clean places to stay. His black boots have lost their original color, and now they look like uncolored brown-gray pigskin boots.

He took the reins of the war horse, and from time to time he stretched out his hand and stroked the horse’s neck twice to soothe the horse’s obvious restless emotions. Yes, even a war horse doesn’t like such a place. There seems to be a certain kind of depression hidden in the air. The smell, which makes it unhappy.

On the other side of the horse, Anlena walked in the mud with her toes on her toes. The muddy mud with grass blades and feces seemed to be no obstacle to her. She was used to the squalor here. Dirty, maybe dirty has become a part of her life.

At this time, Allina’s attention was focused on the horseback. There, there were two hemp pockets slung on both sides of the saddle. On the side where she was walking, the hemp pocket was broken, revealing the inner half. Bright red apples. The exposed apple happened to be stuck on a bulge on the lower edge of the saddle. As the horse moved forward, the pocket swayed back and forth gently, so the apple bumped back and forth on the bulge, and some of the juice had been bumped. The flow came out.

Seeing Apple bumping into the saddle, An Lina pressed her lips tightly, her two slender hands were tightly clenched into fists, and the blue veins on the back of her hands were stretched.

Her gaze wandered back and forth between Victor and Apple. Every time Victor was not paying attention, she would quickly stretch out her hand and push the burlap sack away from the bulge on the saddle without taking two steps. Will move back again...

It happened to be noon or lunch time. There was cooking smoke everywhere in the tattered camp area. The column of cooking smoke was blown by the south wind and dispersed throughout the camp, like mist on the river in the early morning.

But in twenty minutes, the two of them have reached the edge of the camp, and then they walked forward to a large open area full of weeds. Looking at it from a distance, you can see about fifty meters away, there is a two-meter-high one. A wall of barbed wire stands there.

The barbed wire wall is very dilapidated, and there have been holes enough to pass a person in some places. Obviously, such a thing can't have the effect of isolation. However, the Shepchenkovo ​​Civil Police Department is not worried about the escape of prisoners here. Without food and legal identification documents, even if the people here escape, they will be captured sooner or later.

Victor led the horse to the side of a shed on the side of the road and tied the rein to a log on the side of the shed.

At the door of the hut, a middle-aged man with a beard and beggar-like face was sitting on a wooden pier, staring at him with dull eyes, did not get up, let alone say hello.

An Lina walked over and squatted in front of the middle-aged man, with one hand covering the back of his hand covered with mud, gently rubbing it, and then whispering something, the middle-aged man seemed to come back to her senses—— This is her father, a cowardly Belarusian man with a little mental disorder.

"Anshika?!" On the side of the shed, a thin face came out from the small window simply put together by wooden slats, and shouted in excitement, "Mom, Anshika is back!"

With this shout, the door of the hidden shack was opened with a creak, and a middle-aged woman in a torn skirt rushed out from the inside. Behind her, there were two more like bean sprouts. Skinny child.

The woman rushing out of the room saw Victor as he was unloading two bags from the horse's back at first glance. The smile on her face instantly changed into a look of fear, and the two followed The child behind her, like a frightened squirrel, swished and shrank behind the woman.

When Victor Quan saw nothing, he took the bag and walked to the door of the shed, put the two bags under the corner, and then turned back to the horse. After untying the reins, he slid on his horse and galloped along the path. go.

All the way back to his camp, when Victor dismounted, he saw two soldiers carrying rifles at the door of his barracks smoking a cigarette, and on the porch platform, there was a middle-aged man in casual clothes. Young people.

Victor darts over and dismounts in front of the two soldiers.

"Comrade Victor," the middle-aged man on the porch stood up and said, seeing him dismount, "good noon."

"Comrade Anufri Warrant Officer, good noon," said Victor, letting go of his horse's rein and giving a military salute to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man named Anufri was a warrant officer and was also under the Shepchenkovo ​​Police Headquarters. However, his department was different from Victor, and he was the deputy chief of the "Politics Investigation Section".

The so-called "Political Intelligence Investigation Section", in full name is the Political Intelligence Investigation Section, whose function is to be responsible for anti-enemy and anti-espionage investigations. In the past two years, the authority of this department has been improved a lot, and it is being transformed into a secret police. In fact, this is the prototype of the secret police of the People’s Committee of the Interior.

"Come on, Comrade Tuas, I'll bring you a new task," Anufri took Victor's shoulder and said after a short chat. "I'm afraid you don't have any free time this afternoon."

Victor nodded and followed him into the barracks.

"You know Shepchenkovo ​​well, Comrade Viktor Das." In the barracks, Anufri was standing on the only wooden table. He took out a sticky note from his pocket and opened it. On the desktop, put one hand on this sticky note and said, "So this task should and must be entrusted to you to perform."

Victor looked down at the sticky note he was pressing, and could only see a few letters between his fingers, which seemed to be a list.

"The investigator received a report yesterday," Anufri continued. "This report lists a few lurking guys. According to reliable sources, these guys and the guerrillas of Serkiak Regarding, they have been providing intelligence to the Serkiak guerrillas all the time."

Today’s People’s Committee of the Interior is mainly composed of nine major departments. In addition to the Civil Police Department, there are also such things as the Automobile Inspection Department (Traffic Police), the Fire Department, the Criminal Investigation Department, etc., yes, in today’s Soviet Union, the Civil Police Department and the Criminal Investigation Department They are two relatively independent departments.

As for the Sykyak guerrilla, it is a separatist guerrilla active in the Shepchenkovo ​​Forest. It is also the largest guerrilla. Its members are mainly Belarusians, Ukrainians and Poles. Government funding seeks the so-called independence of Ukraine.

"Comrade Bogdan hopes that you can find all these bugs," Anufri finally removed his hand on the sticky note. "Immediately execute the shooting. Yes, the three-person team has already issued a verdict on them. All you have to do is to execute it immediately."

Lieutenant Bogdan is the current director of the Shepchenkovo ​​Police Headquarters, and he is also a member of the Shepchenkovo ​​Trial Team.

The so-called "three-person trial team" is a special organization that began to appear two years ago and was set up specifically for the great purge. This team has very large powers, but it is responsible for the entire process from arrest to trial to sentencing. , And the team members are composed of one person each appointed by the Civil Police Headquarters, the prosecution system, and the judicial system.

Shepchenkovo ​​naturally also has a "three-person trial team." They can impose penalties ranging from imprisonment to death on any person involved, and they don't need to apply to their superiors or even provide real evidence.

Victor picked up the sticky note and looked at it. When he scanned the name of one of them, the corners of his lips couldn't help but twitch slightly, but his expression was always very calm, making people unable to detect any abnormalities.

"Is it done now?" Victor asked calmly, shaking the note in his hand.

"Yes, execute it now," Anufri nodded and said, "Assemble your people now and perform the task now."

"Yes, Anufri prepares to be comrade." The note was folded and stuffed into the pocket of his uniform jacket. Victor gave another military salute before turning to go out.

Soon, a sharp whistle blew in the camp, and the policemen who were thinking about taking a nap left the barracks one after another and gathered in the center of the camp.

On the grass in front of the vacant lot, Victor unfolded the list he took out again, said the name again, and then assigned the police officers of each group to arrest tasks. According to the order of the three-person group, once everyone on the list was captured, they would be on the spot. Shooting.

There are a total of six people on the list. Victor assigned all the arrest tasks for five of them, leaving only one person named "Vavira Antonovich Roskaki" as himself, this person He has to deal with it personally.

Yes, you can tell from this name, this person is Anrina's brother.

Victor couldn’t be more familiar with Vavila. Although this nineteen-year-old young man was a little idle, he always had unrealistic fantasies in his mind, and he always wanted to escape from this camp, but he was Secya. Victor would never believe the guerrillas, because this guy didn't have the guts.

Victor didn’t know who the so-called report letter came from, or what was written on it, but he knew that in this era when people’s hearts are distorted, framing and framing are fundamentally commonplace for some people, even if Doing this kind of thing will not do them any good, and they will do it forever.