The Moldovan woman picked up the bag on the ground, unfastened the bag clasp, looked inside the bag, then put the bag back on her shoulder, humming a song as she walked in the opposite direction of Sergei and the others.
"What song?"
“Lenin Brings Us Light” from Moldova.
"Oh, nice song, have you heard our Danish song 'sha la la'?"
Sergei and Urea were talking in low voices, following the Moldovan woman from a distance, and followed her to the front of an apartment building. Sergei observed the lights downstairs, and Urea followed the woman upstairs. Thanks to the fact that closed-circuit television was not very popular in that era, Urea could easily follow the woman, watching her go up to the second floor and open the door to go into the house.
He stuck his head against the door and listened for a while, but couldn't hear any movement from other people. Urea reached into his pocket and pressed twice. After a while, Sergei came in front of him. Urea pointed at the keyhole, then at Sergei, and then pointed at his eyes with his index and middle fingers, and pointed to the corridors on the left and right.
Sergei nodded in understanding and put on the hood.
Urea put on a hood, took out a wallet from his pocket, took out two steel needles from the wallet, put his ear against the door and listened again, then squatted down, inserted the two steel needles into the keyhole and fiddled with them. In less than fifteen seconds, the door lock made a click.
After putting away the steel needle, Urea leaned against the wall, took out the pistol from under his armpit, put on the silencer, pulled the slide again, checked whether the bullet was loaded, and exchanged glances with Sergei. The two of them stood on both sides of the door, leaning against the wall, cross-fire from left to right.
Urea stretched out a hand from the corner, grasped the door handle and slowly turned it, and with the other hand held the gun and adjusted the angle from time to time, until the door opened a small gap. Sergei on the other side quickly glanced inside the door. After indicating that it was safe, Urea pushed the door into place at once, rolled on the spot, and rolled into the house.
There were no gunshots or other noises, so Sergei also rushed into the house.
The two searched the entire house thoroughly and found no one else. They came to the bathroom door. In the bathroom, the sound of water was heard, and through the frosted glass, the light reflected the outline of a woman.
Urea pointed at the bathroom door, then at himself, and then at Sergei, making a searching motion with his hand.
Sergei nodded and tiptoed into the bedroom. He started searching the table and drawers, but didn't find anything valuable. He then began to search the closet, under the pillow, and under the sheets. After searching for nothing, he picked up the pillow again and carefully touched it inch by inch.
When he didn't find anything with one pillow, he changed to another one. As soon as he held the second pillow in his hand, he realized that the weight was wrong. He was sure that there must be something inside the pillow. He pinched it inch by inch. When he pinched the middle part of the pillow, a slippery feeling was transmitted to the palm of his hand.
He reached in from the left side of the pillow and pulled out a whitish plastic bag.
"About 1.4 pounds (Russian pounds)." After weighing the drugs, Sergei put them aside, lifted the quilt, searched the bed, and then searched under the bed.
Sergei searched every inch of the ceiling, walls, and floor. Before he finished searching a bedroom, he heard a muffled groan coming from outside. He stuck his head out to confirm that the woman had been controlled by urea, then Sergei returned to his original position and continued searching.
It took Sergei nearly two hours to complete the search of the entire room, and the results were encouraging. In total, he found five packages of drugs, seven or eight passports from various countries, more than 80,000 US dollars, and more than 700,000 kronor. He also found a PPK pistol and 51 bullets from the connection between the toilet and the floor.
After writing down the information on the passport, Sergei put the money and passport back in place, found a plastic bag to put the gun and bullets in, and left the woman's room first.
After Sergei left, Urea pressed the large artery on the woman's neck with his thumb for more than ten seconds. When the woman fainted, Urea carried the woman on his back and left the apartment calmly.
In Deer Park, a northern suburb of Copenhagen, there is an abandoned holiday home deep in the forest.
Urea and Sergei were fully camouflaged, with not an inch of skin exposed. Urea pinched the woman's philtrum, and after the woman woke up, he fed her some water.
"Ma'am, first of all, I want to make it clear that we have no grudge against you. We have not captured you to harm you. We just want to ask you a few questions. As long as you cooperate, our communication can be concluded quickly."
Urea grabbed the plastic bag containing the gun and shook it in front of the woman, "Except for this gun, we have already put the drugs and cash found in your room back to their original places."
Urea pointed at Sergei and said, "Let me introduce my friend to you. I won't tell you his name, because you probably won't believe it. I will only tell you that he used to work for the KGB, specializing in interrogation."
When the Moldovan woman heard the three letters "KGB", her pupils contracted rapidly and a look of fear appeared on her face.
Urea saw the woman's performance clearly. "Introductions complete, let's get down to business now. I'll ask questions and you'll answer them. Please be careful when answering questions and don't give me false answers, or my friend will ask you questions instead. Do you understand? Nod if you understand."
When Urea finished speaking, the woman nodded hurriedly.
"name?"
"Gabi."
"Where are you from?"
“Moldova.”
"What's your home address?"
Gabriel hesitated for a moment and said, "1201, 11th Street, Grand Duke Stefan District."
"How many people are there in the family?"
Gabi hesitated longer, but still answered the question: "Five, my parents, my brother, and my sister."
"Name? Occupation?"
Urea asked Gabi about her personal information, and the entire process of the questioning was recorded and recorded by Sergey.
Once Urea's friendly questioning was over, it was Sergey's turn.
Sergei placed a cowhide roll tied with a string in front of Gabi, and while untying the string, he said, "On August 11, 1945, the Special Intelligence Unit (the predecessor of the 44388 Military Department, also known as the GRU Special Forces) captured several Japanese Special High Section personnel in Fengtian. After bringing them back to Japan, they obtained a lot of intelligence from them after interrogation, and also gained some additional information.
for example……"
Sergey unfolded the cowhide roll, revealing the shining silver needles inside. "Silver needle interrogation method is an interrogation method evolved from silver needle acupuncture in traditional Chinese medicine. I am very interested in this method, so during the special training, I studied very hard and achieved the best results.
Four years ago, I met a Chinese medicine doctor who was very good at acupuncture. I learned a lot about acupuncture from him. After a period of study, my silver needle interrogation skills have been greatly improved. "
Sergei kept talking to Gabi in a gentle tone. He was not a chatterbox. What he was doing was a psychological offensive. Human beings are always afraid of the unknown. Gabi was listening to Sergei's words and subconsciously told herself that it would be very painful later. When the real pain fell on her, the feeling of pain would double and her psychological defenses would collapse faster.
Sergei pulled out three silver needles from the cowhide roll and disinfected them carefully, while explaining the disinfection techniques and some symptoms that might occur if disinfection was not done properly.
After disinfection, Sergei looked at Gabi's hands and asked, "Which hand do you usually use? There is a certain probability that the silver needle interrogation method will cause your hand to be disabled. In order to minimize the trouble to your future life, we will choose the hand you don't use often."
"I'm telling the truth. You can ask whatever you want. You don't have to torture me." Gabi said with infinite fear in his heart.
"Shhhhh, Ms. Gabi, this is just part of the process. Relax, it will be over soon." Sergei comforted Gabi with a silver needle in his hand. "Madam, left or right, please choose as soon as possible or give me the chance to choose."
When Gabi heard this, she knew that she was about to be in disaster. After a difficult decision, she uttered the word "left hand".
"Okay, let's get started."
Sergei picked up the silver needle and poked it under the nail of Gabi's left index finger. As he poked and picked it up, the silver needle sank into the flesh little by little.
Gabi was prepared for severe pain, but she didn't expect that except for a slight bite-like pain when the silver needle just pierced her skin, there were only waves of numbness afterwards, and no other pain. She suddenly thought that the other party was trying to scare her.
As if he knew what Gabi was thinking, Garge, who was concentrating on inserting the needle, said, "Don't doubt it. You don't feel any pain now because this is the first needle. Ma'am, I apologize first. My acupuncture point identification skills are not good enough. For the second needle, I will lift up your skirt. Don't worry, I will never violate you."
After the first injection, Sergei lifted Gabi's skirt and poked the second needle into Gabi's vagina.
The injection was terrible. Gabi immediately felt as if her triangular area was being bitten by hundreds of army ants. She couldn't help but scream and her whole body twisted in pain.
When she was in unbearable pain, she could hear Sergei's devilish moan: "Shhhhh, it's okay, it just hurts a little, there won't be any sequelae. Now, I ask you a question, your name..."
Sergey repeated all the questions that Urea had just asked, but the order of the questions was messed up.
…
Standing in the woods on the hillside, Nan Yi had been lying on the ground aiming at a mineral water bottle hanging on a stick by the lake for more than ten minutes. The wind direction was changeable, and the movement of the mineral water bottle was irregular. He was 1104.7 meters away from the target, and the bullet flight time was more than one second. He could not aim effectively at all, let alone calculate the lead time. He could only rely on luck to hit the target.
After waiting for another ten minutes, Nan Yi still didn't get the chance to shoot. He let out a breath , his eyes still fixed on the sight, and continued to wait motionlessly.
Thirty minutes, one hour, three hours, five hours. Nan Yi peed in his pants once, and the amount was huge, but he didn't move at all, still staring at the target.
It was almost six hours, and the angle of sunlight slowly changed in a direction that was not conducive to shooting. Although the sight was covered with gauze, the refracted sunlight still hit Nan Yi's eyes, making his eyes extremely uncomfortable.
Suddenly, the frequency of the mineral water bottle's fluttering decreased, and the direction of the fluttering became traceable. While observing, Nan Yi silently calculated the design parameters in his mind, and the muzzle of the gun also adjusted the shooting angle little by little. When the mineral water bottle returned to the zero degrees he had marked again, Nan Yi pulled the trigger. The bullet flew across the lake at an angle of 126 degrees and collided with the mineral water bottle that was swinging to the right.
It would be more accurate to say that the mineral water bottle catches the bullet rather than that the bullet shoots the mineral water bottle.
"Good Shot!"
"Thanks, please call me mathematician."
Nan Yi replied, picked up the shell on the ground and stuffed it into the front pocket of his tactical vest, stood up from the ground with the gun in hand, grabbed the thigh part of his pants and shook it, then pulled his boxer briefs.
The triangular area became a little more comfortable. Nan Yi bent down again, grabbed the wet mud on the ground and smelled it. The smell was a bit pungent, so he took off the water bottle from his waist and rinsed the wet ground, then carefully restored the place where he had been lying to its original state.
He walked up for a distance, threw the bullet shell on the camouflaged sniper position, made a big circle in the other direction, covering up some traces, and then Nan Yi lay on the ground again, crawling towards the lake little by little.
Halfway up the mountain, the tiger cub came to him with a phone, "It's the lady's call."
Nan Yi lay on the ground and answered the phone, "Hello, Ruoyin."
"Dad, I'm at Copenhagen International Airport. I just landed."
"Oh, be careful, I'm in training, I'm hanging up now."
Nan Yi hung up the phone, handed it back to the tiger cub, and continued to move slowly on the ground. There was a "sentry" by the lake, looking in different directions from time to time. Nan Yi needed to avoid his sight, so not only did he crawl very slowly, he also had to lie down frequently to avoid it.
It took Nan Yi five hours to climb a distance of less than 400 meters. He started looking for a sniper position at four in the morning. It was not until seven-thirty in the evening that Nan Yi's hand touched the long stone steps at the entrance of the villa.
After touching the steps, Nan Yi turned around and crawled towards an iron basin hanging in the air. There was a piece of bread in the basin. He could not use his hands and could only eat it with his mouth. If he dropped it to the ground, he would lose the right to continue eating.
Let's simplify the process here. If it is a formal training, the bread will be soaked in mud and water, one third bread, one third mud and water, and one third sand. If the bread falls on the ground, the person will be severely beaten.
Just like a dog eating bread, Nan Yi was driven to run around the mountain.
Run, keep running, there is no distance, no end, only a minimum speed limit, and you keep running until midnight. Nan Yi's consciousness is already disordered, his head is empty, he doesn't think about anything, he just takes mechanical steps, one step at a time, forward, persisting, and continuing to persist.
At three o'clock in the morning, Nan Yi finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground with a thud.
The bodyguard who followed Nan Yi immediately stepped forward, lifted Nan Yi up, walked forward for a while to let Nan Yi's body adapt for a while, and then put him on a stretcher and carried him back to the villa.
When his muscles relaxed, Nan Yi used great willpower to hold back his voice in order not to scream out, and cold sweats broke out all over his body.
The next day, Nan Yi slept until one o'clock in the afternoon, which was a rare event for him.
…
After Sergei demonstrated the silver needle interrogation method, he let Gabi experience the process of a snake eating a rat up close. There were three processes and three confessions. There were slight differences between the confessions, but they were generally consistent.
Sergey looked at Urea: "How do you see it?"
“It should be credible.”
"The power struggle among the villains also involves forces in Moscow, and things are becoming increasingly complicated."
"The young lady has arrived. Report to her first."
"What about Gabi?"
"It's for her own good to keep her locked up for a few more days. If we let her go now, she'll probably be silenced."
"I agree."
After dealing with Gabi, Sergei and Urea ran into Nan Ruoyin in front of the Little Mermaid sculpture in Long Beach Park.
"I came here a few years ago." Nan Ruoyin pointed at the sculpture, "When I was about the same age as it, I took a lot of photos here. I came here again today and I want to take a few more photos."
As Nan Ruoyin spoke, she raised her camera and took several photos. After that, she put on the lens cap, stuffed the camera back into her bag, looked at Sergei and Urea, waiting for their report.
Urea said neatly: "The deceased is called Asback, a confidant of Soren, the leader of the Copenhagen branch of the villains. Two months ago, Soren and Scott, the leader of the Stockholm branch of the villains, had a conflict of interest. Within two months, both sides sent people to each other's territory. Asback is the third person to die in Copenhagen and the highest-ranking one.
After investigation by the executioner, it was found that the gunman who killed the school beauty and the fairy was named Chadov, and it was found that he was invited by Scott from Moscow and was a Japanese man. "
Urea finished speaking, and Sergei continued, "Miss, let me introduce you to the Japanese boy. The Japanese boy's real name is Vyacheslav Ivankov. He was born in Georgia in 1940. During the Great Patriotic War, he and his parents took refuge in Georgia and did not return to Moscow until the 1950s.
Ivankov was not a good boy since he was young. He was only 10 years old when he first dealt with the police. He was arrested and questioned by the police for stealing a wallet.
Later, the police asked Ivankov's parents to take him away and discipline him strictly, but Ivankov not only did not learn well, but became worse. He was arrested many times for fighting and stealing, but was released every time because he was too young.
As a teenager, Ivankov fell in love with wrestling and boxing. He followed a group of street youths to fight and cause trouble, and later participated in underground fighting.
Life in Moscow at that time was relatively monotonous. After some Gulag prisoners returned to Moscow in the 1960s, they spread the boxing matches and peripheral culture in the concentration camp. In the ice and snow of the Gulag, boxing was the prisoners' favorite form of entertainment.
As a boxer, Ivankov fought without protective gear and could get a share of the ticket money if he won. Gradually, some powerful people asked Ivankov to fight fake fights. Ivankov made a lot of money from this kind of activity and was recognized by the powerful and became one of them.
In the 1970s, Ivankov became a celebrity in the Moscow underworld, during which time he was known as the Japs.
There are two explanations for this nickname - the first is that Ivankov looks like an Asian, so he is called a Japanese. Ivankov does have Asian ancestry, but it is not Japanese, but Mongolian.
The second theory is that Ivankov was a cruel and ruthless person, and his boxing and fighting were extremely bloody, so the people of Moscow compared him to a Japanese devil who loved to use a knife to perform disembowelment.
In 1973, Ivankov was imprisoned for the first time for injuring someone in a bar fight.
Since his first imprisonment, Ivankov has been imprisoned several times. So far, he has spent most of his time in prison on charges including wounding, arms trafficking, money laundering, etc.
This period of time not only did not make Ivankov depressed, but instead allowed him to build his own network of power in prison.
In 1974, Ivankov made his name in Moscow's Butyrska Prison with his fists, defeated the prisoners and became the boss of the prison.
In 1982, Ivankov was sent to Siberia to serve his sentence for arms trafficking. While in Siberian prison, Ivankov also remotely controlled his business in Moscow through local forces.
The prison guards were violent towards Ivankov at first, but Ivankov did not fight back or retaliate. Over time, even the prison guards respected his toughness, and Ivankov became the real master of the prison.
The years when Ivankov served his sentence were the golden age of the development of Soviet revisionist forces. During this period, the internal affairs of the Soviet revisionists were in chaos, and a series of reforms not only failed to stabilize society, but instead contributed to this chaos.
Ivankov in prison was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. According to the news brought by his younger brothers from outside, the development situation outside was very good. They sold illegal liquor, loaned money at high interest rates, and resold foreign goods. The bosses of various forces had transformed themselves into tycoons.
Ivankov believes that other forces are challenging his own power and he must step out.
Ivankov was very anxious. He sent people to Moscow and finally kidnapped a judge. He appealed to his emotions and reason with him and asked him to reduce Ivankov's sentence.
In the end, the Moscow court really reduced Ivankov’s sentence by three years. Ivankov, who was supposed to stay in Siberia for 10 years, returned to Moscow last year. He returned to Moscow with his men, and the reputation of the Japanese spread quickly.
"What business does the Japanese do?" Nan Ruoyin asked.
"Casinos, smuggling, drugs, overseas prostitution, he did everything to make money, but his favorite was overseas prostitution. The person we interrogated, Gabi, was swindled out of Moldova by Ivankov.
The Japanese forces used the name of intermediaries to collect beauties from the member states and Russian regions, and transported them to Europe under the pretext of working in Western European countries by forging tourist or Jewish visas, and then transshipped or resold them.
"Why would a big pimp send gunmen to Copenhagen again?"
"After the withdrawal of troops from Afghanistan, many soldiers who returned home lost their source of income. In order to make a living, many retired soldiers became mercenaries, gunmen, and thugs. As long as they can make money, they will do anything. The Japanese also run an intermediary business to provide armed personnel, but it is not certain that this is just a simple transaction."
"Interrogation report." Nan Ruoyin took the report handed over by Urea, flipped through it, held it in her hand and asked, "What is Gabi's identity?"
"She was a prostitute sold to Paris by the forces in Moldova. Soren happened to meet her when he went to Paris one time. Gabi said that she didn't know why Soren bought her, and then brought her to Copenhagen and asked her to be in charge of the prostitutes he bought." Urea replied.
"Gabi is Soren's lover?"
"They didn't sleep together. Maybe he thought she was dirty. Those are Gabi's exact words."
"OK, lock Gabi up for now and wait for Dad's instructions."
"Got."
Nan Ruoyin nodded and got into the car parked not far away. When the car started to move steadily, she opened the report in her hand and began to read.
Half an hour later, Nan Ruoyin returned to her room at the Scandic Palace Hotel, took off her shoes, went into the bedroom, took out her communications equipment, and after installing it, she immediately sent an email to Nan Yi.
On Nan Yi's side, after receiving the email, he took out the communication equipment, installed it, adjusted the direction of the camera, typed a string of code on the keyboard, hit the Enter key, and the words "Connecting..." were immediately displayed on the screen.
After a while, Nan Ruoyin's face appeared on the computer screen.
On the other side of the screen, Nan Ruoyin held up a piece of paper in front of the camera, "Dad, this is the interrogation report, take a look at it yourself."
"Stay away, don't shake."
One by one, after Nan Yi had read the interrogation report, Nan Ruoyin relayed Sergei and the other's report to Nan Yi.
After listening to Nan Ruoyin's report, Nan Yi said after some thought: "Japanese, I have seen this name in the report. The Ninth Company is already in trouble enough, and now there is a Japanese. Didn't Sergei give you the list of the Ninth Company?"
"not yet."
"It's understandable. This matter is a bit difficult for Sergei. The danger should be eliminated in the bud. We still need to figure out the list of the 9th Company. But before that, we need to find out what role the Japanese play in it."
"Dad, do you want to send someone to kill Scott in Stockholm?"
Nan Yi waved his hand, "Don't worry about him, do the investigation first. Has the hotel been arranged?"
"Before I arrived, Crunchy Burger had already made arrangements. He bribed the hotel's lobby manager. As long as someone comes to ask about Dad's identity, we will be able to get the news."
"Very good. Please inform me after the talent team has completed the background check on Caroline. I hope she is worthy of our involvement."
"Okay." Nan Ruoyin responded, and then said with a smile: "Dad, I heard that you have a beautiful girl? Is her name Helena?"
"Little girl, you don't need to worry about this matter. I'm hanging up now."
Nan Yi tapped the keyboard, disconnected the video connection, put away his things, and walked out of the basement study.
After all, this is where Honecker used to vacation. The three villas used to have basements, and there were secret passages leading to the underground command system at the bottom of the lake. The equipment inside has been moved away, but the function of the safe house still exists.
The reason why Nan Yi chose Wilm Island was because he guessed that there would be such a configuration here.
Back on the first floor, Nan Yi asked Helena to borrow her Walkman, listened to the violent rock music, used the four-fold mirror as a magnifying glass, and used a sewing needle to do micro-carving on the surface of the rice grains.
The trip to Moscow will begin soon. The Soviet revisionists are not good men and women, and they are not called a fighting nation for nothing. For Nan Yi, going to Moscow is like going deep into the tiger's den. He needs to improve his survival skills urgently, which will increase his chances of escaping if something happens.
He did some micro-carving in the morning and conducted a retreat drill in the afternoon. When Nan Yi returned to the villa and washed up, he released Helena, who was locked in the bedroom and under guard. A female leopard instantly leaped out, opened its bloody mouth, and aimed directly at his earlobe.
Nan Yi did not indulge Helena. He squatted down, stretched out his hands to grab the other's waist, and exerted force with his feet. With a thud, Helena was picked up by Nan Yi and pressed against the wall. "You have a really bad temper."
Helena kicked her feet and uttered countless beautiful words.
Nan Yi waited until she was tired of scolding and kicking, so he exerted force with both hands, carried the person on his shoulders, turned around and walked towards the lake again.
It doesn't matter if the tricks are old, as long as they work. After a good fight, Helena became obedient again.
At nine o'clock in the evening, Helena was wearing an apron without any underwear, humming a Danish folk song "Harvest Song" while marinating a piece of pork breast with salt, pepper, cloves and other spices. She was going to make a crispy roast pork, which can be regarded as the national dish of Denmark. For the Danes, it is the taste of home.
After the pork breast was marinated and put in the oven, she took a piece of herring and started cooking it.
Nan Yi took a shower and walked to the kitchen with a towel in his hand while wiping his hair. As soon as he entered the kitchen, Helena's salty and greasy hands immediately put on Nan Yi's neck, and her wet mouth smacked his cheek, then moved to his earlobe, and said seductively: "Adam, have you ever tried in the kitchen?"
Clang, crash...
The dinner could have been served at ten o'clock, but by the time Nan Yi and the other man had it in their mouths it was already one o'clock in the morning.
…
The next day.
Moscow, Zelenograd district.
In an elegant and luxurious villa near an artificial lake in a forest, Ivankov was facing the large floor-to-ceiling windows with a phone in his hand. At his feet, a woman was kneeling with disheveled hair.
"Scott, where are my people?"
"He was beaten to death." Scott replied from Stockholm.
"How did he die?"
Scott told Ivankov what he had learned.
"Scott, my people can't die in vain. I will avenge him myself. You have to give me the compensation. Don't force me to ask for it myself."
After saying that, Ivankov hung up the phone and kicked the woman away.
Ivankov came from a background of underground boxing, so one can imagine how strong his legs were. The poor woman was kicked to the wall, and her head hit the wall heavily. In an instant, her head tilted and she fainted.
"Andre, Andre."
As Ivankov shouted, a big man with a gasp, a pit on the right side of his face, and a slightly creepy look came up to him.
"Chadov is dead."
"How did he die?"
When Andre heard this, anger and sadness accumulated on his face, and the right side of his face became more hideous. Chadov was his comrade-in-arms, who had saved him twice on the battlefield. They were brothers who shared life and death.
"He was beaten to death by an outsider. Take a few people with you to Copenhagen and find him and kill him."
"yes."
Andre responded and turned to leave.
Watching Andrei's leaving back, Ivankov felt helpless. To him, his men were cheap assets that could be sacrificed at any time. If they died, they died. Deep down, he was unwilling to take revenge. However, he had to make a gesture. If he didn't take revenge, people's hearts would be scattered and it would be difficult to lead the team.
Sergei tore off a piece of bread and fed it to Gabi's mouth. Gabi chewed it a few times and swallowed it.
"When can you let me go?"
"Wait a few more days."
Sergei tore off another piece of bread and stuffed it into Gabi's mouth.
Gabi shook her head, "I need some water."
Sergei fed him two sips of water and was about to feed him some bread when Gabi said, "You're really not going to kill me?"
"You are no longer valuable. If I wanted to kill you, I would have killed you long ago."
"Thank you, I will cooperate." Gabi said lightly.
Sergei stopped talking, tore off a piece of bread and put it into Gabi's mouth.
Not far away, Urea was wiping the pistol with a piece of cloth in his hand, watching Sergei's actions silently.