Struggle in Soviet Russia

By the light of the headlights, Victor took a look at the lieutenant of the People's Commissariat of Internal Affairs in front of him, then raised his hand, returned the military salute to the other party, and asked, "Is everything normal here?"

"Everything is normal, Comrade Chief," Lieutenant Stasevich replied loudly, but then hesitated. "There was a fight just now, but it has been dealt with and no one was injured."

Victor nodded, and while walking towards the wooden house not far away, he asked casually, "Why, do things like fights happen often?"

"Yes, Comrade Chief," replied Lieutenant Stasevich, following behind him, "this **** fascist German is pugnacious by nature, and something like that has happened almost every day since the camp was set up. "

Victor didn't speak. The lieutenant's evaluation of the Germans had obvious personal likes and dislikes. In fact, according to the frequent fights in the prisoner of war camp, it is obviously not objective to say that the Germans are combative. This is a prisoner of war camp, even if it can If you have a stutter, I believe that the mood of those "prisoners of war" will not be much better. Most importantly, the ignorance of the future destiny makes everyone here inevitably nervous, and it is not surprising that people do crazy things when they are in a state of continuous high tension.

"Where is Hildebrand Gullit?" Victor asked with his head sideways after taking a few steps towards the wooden house.

"Please come with me, Comrade Chief," Lieutenant Stasevich hurriedly chased after two steps, rushed to the front of Victor, made a gesture of "please", and led him to a wooden house on the right. "Before the country The comrades from the People's Commissariat of Security sent him here and said he was a very important prisoner, so I arranged a room for him and two guards to watch him."

Victor nodded noncommittally.

This shed with some wooden houses should be the temporary residence of the prisoners of war camp guards. At the beginning, because the sky was too dark, Victor couldn't see it very clearly. After he turned to the first wooden house , I found out that this shantytown is actually just below the bank of the lagoon, and there are not many wooden houses in the shantytown. Looking at it with a faint light, you can see the shadows and shadows, and there are about a dozen or twenty places. wooden house.

I could hear the "humming" sound of the motor in my ears. At first, the sound was not very obvious, but the closer I went to the shed, the clearer the sound. It is estimated that it should be made when the generator is running. noise.

Following Lieutenant Stasevich, Viktor and his party walked to the front of a wooden house that looked quite spacious. When they were still some distance away, they could see lights projected from the window of the wooden house. Because of the unstable voltage, the lights were still flickering, reflecting the two figures standing in front of the wooden house, which were Soviet soldiers with guns.

"Right here, Comrade Chief," Lieutenant Stasevich said while leading Viktor to the door of the wooden house, motioning for the guard to open the door, "I just arranged for him to have dinner, and he should be sleeping now. down."

Victor nodded and walked to the corridor in front of the wooden house.

The door of the wooden house is very simple, it is spliced ​​with wooden boards. There are gaps of different thicknesses in many places. If you get closer, you can repair the smell of rotting plants in the nose, like a lot of buds. The smell of potatoes piled up in one piece.

Victor instinctively raised his hand to cover his nose. At the same time, he cast his eyes through the door and saw a middle-aged man in his fifties with a thin face and disheveled hair. At this time, this middle-aged man was standing at the light bulb in the house. Below, look up at something on the roof.

This wooden house was originally supposed to be a warehouse for storing vegetables. The smell of rotting vegetable leaves was very strong. Victor hesitated at the door, and finally walked in, but at the same time he entered the door, he took out from his pocket. A handkerchief covered his nose.

Seeing Victor and his party walking in from outside, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then he licked his lips, swallowed again, and said something quickly in German.

"He said we don't need to ask him any more questions," said Captain Chabradze, who knew German, and translated for Victor. "Although he served in the SS, from beginning to end, he was only a small character, so he can't help us."

Victor glanced at the middle-aged man, the corners of his slightly pursed lips twitched, and a faint smile flashed across his sharp-lined face.

He didn't say anything, just covered his nose with a handkerchief, looked around in the wooden house with almost no furnishings, and was about to find a place to sit.

Lieutenant Stasevich, who led them over, was a man with a good mind. When he saw Victor looking around, he ran out of the house first. After a while, he came back with a simple chair.

"Thank you," Victor thanked Victor, taking the chair from the lieutenant's hand, before bending over and sitting down.

Lifting Erlang's legs on the chair, Victor touched his pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one for himself, took a deep breath, and then looked up at the middle-aged man in front of him, namely Hildebrand Gu little.

"Are you Jewish?" Victor asked after staring at each other for a while.

Gullit had a blank expression on his face, and his eyes turned to Captain Chabraze, apparently waiting for his translation.

Captain Chablaze was about to translate for him, but was interrupted by Victor's wave.

"Comrade Lieutenant," Victor said, holding the cigarette between his right thumb and index finger, waving his hand to Lieutenant Stasevich, who was standing behind him, "go and call in the comrade guard outside the door."

"Yes, Comrade Chief," the lieutenant was a little unclear, but he still obediently ran to the door and called the two guards in.

"This is Mr. Hildebrand Gullit," Viktor said with a smile, pointing at Gullit with the cigarette, "a man who has served the SS for the past few years. , helped them raise funds, and had close contacts with high-ranking Nazi figures... Jews."

After a pause, he continued: "Look at him, he has a thin but peaceful and kind face, if you meet him somewhere else, you will probably regard him as a kind person, And think he treats everyone kindly. But what I have to tell you is that you have been deceived by his hypocrisy."

With a flick of his finger, he ejected the cigarette he had only smoked in half, and bounced it straight to Gullit's chest.

The cigarette flew out with a lot of force, and when it hit his chest, a spark exploded. Gullit was frightened, and he jumped back and exclaimed.

"He's a Jew, but the best thing he's done for the last few years has been looting wealth from Jews," Viktor continued. They all valued him, and of course, Goring, the air force commander who was as fat as a pig."

His remarks obviously surprised several people around him, including Captain Chabraze. Although they knew that Gullit was not an ordinary person, they did not expect him to be so unusual.

Gullit was still blank, as if he really didn't know what Victor said.

"Oh, of course, how can such a big man not understand Russian?" Victor looked at the Jew with a half-smile, and said, "In fact, our Mr. Gullit not only knows Russian, but also a Russian Well, this Mr. Gullit was there when the Germans ransacked the Amber Room in Leningrad."

Hearing what he said, Captain Chablaze's eyes were straightened. The Amber Room was a gift from the King of Prussia to Peter the Great. It was a real house, but it was built with six tons of amber. Known as the eighth wonder of the world.

Just as the Battle of Leningrad was going on, this treasure was plundered by the Germans, and only twenty-seven boxes were used for amber and jewels.

For the Alliance, the loss of this treasure is an inexorable regret, so the voices calling for its recovery have always been there.

"So," said Victor, looking at Captain Chabrazer, getting up from his chair, "we can't show any sympathy to Mr. Gullit, instead, we're going to do everything possible. means to pry his mouth open."

Turning to Lieutenant Stacevic, Victor continued: "Comrade Lieutenant, I have a very important task for you in the future, that is, you need to be responsible for making our Mr. Gullit speak and tell us, Where did the artworks he once endured go."

"As for Comrade Captain Chablaze," Victor said, deflecting his gaze and looking at the frowning Chablaze, "you need to continue the work of tracing people, as far as I know, our Mr. Gullit can Not alone, he also has a lover and a son, you need to find them, if our Mr. Gullit refuses to speak, then find a way to start with his son, I think that should have some effect of."

Turning around unhurriedly, Victor looked at Gullit, whose complexion had changed, and finally said, "Let me think about it, what is the name of Mr. Gullit's son? Oh, it seems to be Cornelius. …”

"Devil!" Gullit completely tore off his previous disguise. He rushed over with a flushed face, spread his hands, and wanted to pinch Victor's neck.

But how could the guards standing next to him let him succeed? Before he could get close, the two guards had already rushed over and held him firmly.