Struggle in Soviet Russia

The pink silk pajamas are of short-line design, and the woman's figure is so tall that the position of the hem will cover her buttocks. As the woman dances in narcissism, the two long lines have wheat-colored skin. The legs, together with the plump hips, and a pair of white underpants, are completely exposed from time to time.

Such a scene made Victor very embarrassed. He was still holding the cooking ingredients in both hands, and he couldn't rub his nose. He turned his head back upstairs intentionally, and felt that something like that seemed a ghost in his heart.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally gave up his plan to retreat, so he gave a light cough, and at the same time continued to move his legs and walked towards the woman's position.

Hearing a sudden cough in the hallway, the woman stopped her dancing and turned her head and glanced in the direction where Victor was walking.

It was only then that Victor realized that this woman was a little familiar, that gorgeous and **** face...this, isn't it the one I just saw at the awards ceremony...that Jiana... .... What is Ji Ana? I can't remember it for a while.

Ji Ana, who had stopped dancing, obviously recognized Victor. She straightened up abruptly, raised her right hand holding a small spatula, and said in a salute: "Vi...Ah!"

She obviously forgot the spatula in her hand. When she saluted, the spatula hit her forehead with a bang.

"Are you okay?" Victor was also taken aback by her, and instinctively walked two steps quickly, and asked.

"It's okay, it's okay," Ji Ana said awkwardly while covering her forehead with one hand.

"That's good," Victor nodded and said, "Do you live here too?"

"Yes, Lieutenant Victor Victorovich," Diana replied, "I just received my check-in permit today, and Lieutenant Sophia helped me through the formalities."

"Well," Victor said as he walked to the door of the communal kitchen, "I live upstairs, and everyone will be neighbors from now on. When you meet after work, you don't need to salute."

"Yes, Comrade Lieutenant Victor Viktorovich," Diana said in response.

"Just call me Victor," Victor said at last, turning around and walking into the kitchen.

The so-called public kitchen is actually a relatively spacious room with four sets of cooking utensils. The reason for this arrangement is that smoke exhaust equipment is installed in this room. This centralized design saves more reconstruction costs. .

In fact, as a second lieutenant in charge of logistics, Boris also proposed to arrange a single-family residence for Victor, at least to remodel a kitchen on the fourth floor where he lives, and arrange one or two attendants for him by the way. But these proposals were all rejected by Victor. It’s not that he is lofty or principled. It’s just that he is not used to it. In addition, he is very clear in his heart that the peaceful life here will last for more than a year at most, and there is no need to toss them. Some not.

The kitchen was filled with the sweet smell of oatmeal. Victor took a look and saw that there was a small aluminum pot on the stove near the window. It was simmered in a small fire, in a gap in the half-open lid. Steam is rising. Obviously, Ji Ana was making porridge before he came over, and smelling the smell, it seemed that the woman's craftsmanship was not bad.

Standing by a set of cooking utensils near the door, Victor put everything he was holding on the small chopping board, and then he took the water to clean the potatoes-he actually didn't like the potato stuff, but there was no way, in Livo Husband, potatoes are the easiest to buy.

There was a shadow shaking at the door. After a while, Ji Ana leaned half of her body in from the outside. While raising her hand to curl her hair behind her ears, she looked at Victor curiously and asked: "Comrade Victor, you do it yourself too. Is it for dinner?"

Victor turned his head and glanced at her, but he happened to see a wheatish breast inside the wide open front of her pajamas, avoiding his sight, he said, "I'm not used to eating public meals, so I can only do it myself."

After a pause, he added: "We will all be neighbors from now on, just call me Victor."

While talking about this, he secretly slandered the boldness of Slavic women in his heart. Although Comrade Stalin has repeatedly emphasized since more than ten years ago that the nuclear family, not sexual freedom, is the true foundation of socialism, but these Slavs Women seem to believe in the views of Commissioner Alexandra Mikhailovna Kollontai more and like to advertise a gender paradigm that is closer to the Greco-Roman style.

"So, Victor, do you need my help?" Ji Ana moved into the kitchen, holding the door frame with her hands, and said.

"Don't you need to take care of your oatmeal?" Victor asked without looking up, washing the potatoes.

"It needs to be boiled for a while," Ji Ana said casually, but she had moved to Victor's side. She reached out and took the pot of potatoes and said, "Leave it to me, what are you going to do? Potatoes?"

Victor originally wanted to refuse the other person's help, but the woman approached directly. He was not good at fighting, so he took the initiative to step aside and said, "You can stew the red sausage in one piece."

"Stew the red sausage in the potatoes?" Ji Ana said in a surprised tone. She glanced at the two sections of red sausage on the chopping board and said, "This is the finest red sausage smoked from logs. If it is stewed, It will affect its taste, not to mention it is still stewed with potatoes."

Saying so, she stared at the red intestine on the chopping board and swallowed.

Victor scratched his nose and changed his words: "Otherwise, you can stew a piece of beef. I still have a piece of beef there, but it may not be fresh."

"Fresh beef?" Ji Ana looked at him sideways and said with a look of yearning, "Of course it is the best. I haven't eaten even a trace of beef in half a year."

After hearing her words, Victor was a little speechless, what do you mean? Is this going to share lunch with yourself?

"Then, I'll get the meat," Victor shook his wet hand and walked to the kitchen door. Although beef is a scarce food material in Lviv today, for people like him, the basic supply can still be guaranteed, and he will not be stingy for a piece of beef.

"Look, Victor, now we have beef stew with potatoes and a good log smoked red sausage," Ji Ana said in a yearning tone again before he had the chance to reach the door. For lunch, it’s always worth drinking two glasses."

Victor stopped at the door of the kitchen, his lips twitched, then he put on a smiling face, and said, "Is it vodka? I still have a bottle of brandy there."

"Of course it's vodka," Jiana said, "but the brandy tastes better with some honey."

"Okay," Victor's lips twitched again, but he still said with a smile.

In Victor's view, his subordinate must be a bit nervous, and that familiarity is really indescribable. However, he did not see the inexplicable smile on the corner of the woman's lips when he walked out of the kitchen door.

Regardless of the character that is worthy of defamation, there is one thing that cannot be denied, that is, Ji Ana’s cooking skills are indeed very good. A small pot of potato stew is full of flavor, even in the corridors. Full of fragrance.

Victor carried two bottles of wine in one hand, a plate of cut red sausage in the other, and a bottle of honey under his arm, and walked into a room not far from the kitchen. This belonged to Ji A. Na's room, her military rank is Tuss. Although it is also assigned to two rooms, this room as the living room is much smaller than Victor's room. Of course, relatively speaking, the furnishings are much simpler. Apart from tables, chairs and some small furniture, there is nothing left. Oh, there is one thing that Victor’s room doesn’t have, and that’s a wall against the wall. Dressing table placed.

The stewed beef stew with potatoes is already on the table, and Ji Ana is still holding porridge in the kitchen.

Victor walked to the window facing the street, opened the window, and looked out the window.

The light rain outside the window was still falling, pattering, and it was slightly cool with the wind blowing in.

Touching his pocket, he took out a pack of cigarettes in his trouser pocket, took one out and held one in his mouth. When he was about to light it, it suddenly occurred to him that this was not his own room, but a lady's room.

When he was hesitating whether to put the cigarette back in again, there was the sound of rustling footsteps behind her, and Ji Ana walked in with a tray.

"It's been a long time since I had such a hearty meal," she put the tray on the table, bent over and sniffed the aroma of the meal, and said with a look of intoxication, "Victor, you are such a wonderful neighbor."

After a pause, she smiled and said, "Of course, she is also a very good leader."

Victor smiled, lifted the cigarette between his fingers, and asked, "Mind?"

"Of course I don't mind," Jiana said, walking towards the window, standing less than a step away from Victor, leaning her right shoulder against the wall next to the window, "But, do you mind giving me one? "

This woman has a grace that can stimulate male hormones, and the half-concealed gully in the loose front is always attracting people's eyes to pry.

Victor tried his best to maintain a look of indecent demeanor, and took another cigarette and handed it to the other party.

Ji Ana took the cigarette and pressed it between two pink and **** lips. Seeing the match passed by Victor, she did not pick it up, but leaned forward, which meant that it couldn't be more obvious.

Victor's eyes finally failed to maintain his demeanor. At the moment Ji Ana leaned forward, his pupils jumped into two big peaches that were round and firm, and seemed to be still glowing with a halo of wheat.

This woman is seduce herself!

At the moment when the body reacted naturally, a thought emerged in Victor's mind.