Chapter 80 Domestic Violence
The sky was clear for less than a morning, but by one o'clock in the afternoon, it was covered by thick dark clouds again.
That’s not all. German planes also joined in the fun. At nearly two o’clock, five German fighter planes escaped the interception of Soviet fighter planes and suddenly rushed into Moscow. They even flew over the Ramenki District and attacked and bombed the area around Lenin Mountain.
Several buildings at the Moscow Film Studio were destroyed by bombs and there were reportedly some casualties.
Of course, the five attacking German fighters also suffered heavy losses. Under the siege of intensive Soviet anti-aircraft fire and Soviet fighter planes, only two German fighter planes were able to escape and fled to the west.
Around 3 o'clock, Moscow's air raid alarm was lifted and the whole city seemed to have returned to calm.
Yuri left his residence at around 3 o'clock and drove his jeep to Lukovo Street in the Basman District. He wanted to deliver the news he received in the morning to Gerlyosha, even though the news might be a blow to the woman.
Yuri did not choose to drive into the city center, because he knew that from 12 noon, the NKVD's arrest operation had begun and all streets in the city center would be under martial law. He took the Garden Ring Road, bypassing the Tver District and then to Basman, and got off the ring road at the intersection of the Garden Ring Road and Kozakovo Street, not far from Lukovo Street.
Many of the buildings on both sides of Lukovo Street were built during the reign of Catherine II. They have a history of more than 200 years and look very dilapidated. The Gerlyosha family lives in such a dilapidated building.
Yuri parked the car on the side of the road. When he got out of the car, he looked up at the very old European-style building in front of him. If time could go back a hundred years, it is estimated that all the people living here must have been Tsarist Russian nobles, but now, this place has become a dormitory for proletarian workers, and it is also the kind that has been in disrepair for a long time.
The double-leaf door was made of pine wood, and the paint on it had long been mottled and unrecognizable. Only one piece of the frosted glass that was originally inlaid on the door was left, and it had a crack.
Yuri walked in through the open door and ran into a slovenly middle-aged man holding a bottle of wine. The middle-aged man was obviously a drunkard. He walked unsteadily, as if he was about to fall down at any time. The guy came out of the building and was stunned for a moment when he saw Yuri. Then he quickly hid aside, lowered his head, and didn't even have the courage to look at Yuri again.
Since the beginning of the war, Moscow has issued a ban on alcohol. Those who violate the ban will face two punishments: one is to be imprisoned in a disciplinary camp, and the other is to be sent to the western defense line to dig trenches. The middle-aged man was drunk, but when he saw an officer in military uniform, how could he not be afraid.
Yuri was in no mood to pay attention to a drunkard. In fact, the ban on alcohol issued by the Moscow City Party Committee had no effect at all. After all, for Russian men, there were only two things they did in their lifetime: one was drinking, and the other was sleeping after getting drunk.
Walking straight past the middle-aged man's front door, Yuri entered the dilapidated building. The first thing he was greeted by was a pungent musty smell, followed by a noisy noise. There were no telling how many families lived in this building, and the soundproofing was not good. If one family cried and another laughed, it was estimated that the whole building could hear it.
Near the stairs, Yuri found a resident nameplate made by the community service station. Gerlyosha's home was in Room 3011 on the third floor.
There was no advanced equipment like an elevator in this building. Yuri went up the wooden stairs, listening to the groaning sound of the stairs under the weight. He was worried that the stairs would break when he was halfway up. It would be a joke if the newspapers published news like "Comrade Yuri Arkhipovich Kulyokov, a Soviet hero, a recipient of the Order of the Red Banner, and a Soviet Lieutenant Colonel, fell to his death due to a broken staircase" in the future.
Fortunately, this old staircase was still sturdy, and he walked all the way to the third floor , and nothing Yuri had worried about happened.
Compared to the dimly lit first floor, the corridor on the third floor seemed cleaner. At least the strange smell had disappeared. However, the noisy noise not only did not disappear, but became even more lively.
Yuri followed the house number and found room 3011. To his surprise, the door of room 3011 was ajar, and there were sounds of a woman crying and a man roaring, mixed with the sound of things being thrown.
Well, I came at a bad time. It seems that the couple is arguing. Yuri touched his forehead and wanted to turn around and leave, but he really didn't want to run again. He was wondering whether he should slip the letter under the door and be done with it. Suddenly, the half-closed door was opened from the inside, and a thin man in a blue work suit appeared in front of Yuri.
Instinctively, Yuri took two steps back. When he saw the man in front of him clearly, he was shocked to find that he was pulling a woman's hair in his right hand, which was tilted behind his back.
"Get out of here and never come back, or I'll beat you to death!" Before the man saw Yuri standing at the door, he grabbed the woman's hair, dragged her out of the door, pushed her to the ground , and cursed.
The woman was wearing only a thin nightgown. She was pushed to the ground, lying on her back with the entire hem of her nightgown flipped over her lower abdomen.
"Bitch! Bitch!" The man was obviously very angry. He pushed the woman to the ground, then took a step forward with his anger still not subsided. He raised his leg and kicked the woman's lower body hard, specifically kicking her most vulnerable part.
The woman lay on the ground, not resisting or even trying to hide, just enduring and moaning.
Yuri couldn't tell whether this woman was Gerlyosha, after all, her hair was very messy and covered her entire face.
Domestic violence like this is very common in Russia. Oh, I was wrong. Russian men should do three things in their lives: drink, beat their wives when drunk, and then sleep. Therefore, Yuri didn't bother to pay attention to this kind of shit. He just stood aside and watched quietly. In other words, he thought the man was cruel enough. Although he didn't know if the woman on the ground was Gorlyosha, she was definitely a top-notch woman. Look at her skin, so white, like milk fat, and those two thighs, straight and long, and the ankles are so thin that it feels like one hand can hold them.
Aren't women like this meant to be loved? How could you bear to beat them to death like this?
Yuri didn't want to meddle in other people's business, nor did he want to be a hero and save the beauty, but the man was obviously drunk and had become a mad dog. He kicked the woman hard a few times, and then turned around to see another person standing behind him. He didn't look closely, but stared at Yuri with two bloodshot eyes and yelled something at him.
The man spoke with a Baltic accent, and even though Yuri couldn't hear what was said, he knew it was curse words.
Yuri's face suddenly darkened. He didn't say anything, just looked at the other person with a gloomy face.
Having been fighting on the battlefield all this time, facing gunpowder and death all day long, Yuri naturally had an indescribable aura. Coupled with the brand new military uniform that set him off, the man immediately wilted when he saw it clearly.
"I'm... I'm sorry, comrade, I... I recognized the wrong person," the man sobered up, and a . He moved his cracked lips and spoke haltingly.
"What's your name?" Yuri asked expressionlessly.
" Anton, Anton? Alexievich," the man had more sweat on his forehead, but he didn't even wipe it off and just answered dryly.
"Do you know that this is an extraordinary period and the Municipal Party Committee has already issued a ban on alcoholism?" Yuri continued to ask.
"I... I'm not an alcoholic, I just, just drank a little," Anton stuttered even more, his lips trembling as he spoke.
"You..." Yuri wanted to say something, but at this moment, the woman lying on the ground had already sat up. She sat on the ground, spread her loose hair, and said weakly, "Yuri, you're here."
"Oh, Gerlyosha," Yuri had been indifferent to the speculation before, but when he saw Gerlyosha's haggard face, he suddenly became angry. "Is this guy your husband?"
Gerlyosha said nothing. She struggled to get up from the ground. Anton, on the other hand, showed a look of joy. He said anxiously: "Yes, yes, I am Gerlyoka's husband, and you are..."
"He is Lieutenant Colonel Yuri, my lover," Gerlyosha, who had just gotten up, said softly before Yuri could speak, "Didn't you always say that I had a strange man outside? Yes, I do have a strange man. Now that you have seen him, are you still going to kill him?"
As she said this, she walked over to Yuri and held one of his arms, as if there was really something ambiguous between her and Yuri.
Yuri was so shocked that he almost fell down. Good man, this blame was taken, it was really inexplicable. And from what Gerlyosha said, her husband was planning to kill someone, could it be that he was going to kill himself? Too cruel.
Hearing this, Anton also showed hesitation. He looked at Gerlyosha, then at Yuri, and the muscles on his face that were prominent due to his thinness twitched. Just when Yuri was worried that he would suddenly hurt someone, this guy suddenly lost his temper. He didn't say anything, but grabbed the hem of his clothes with both hands and pulled them down hard, while cowardly mumbling: "You, you can't do this to me, this is unfair, you must compensate me..."
