Chapter 36

At six o'clock in the morning, Father Petrov suddenly opened his eyes from his sleep, and he couldn't help but sighed. This was a habit developed during years of prison life, and I am afraid that this habit will never be changed in this lifetime. He reached out and turned on the bedside lamp, put on his nightgown, went to the bathroom and began to wash, then trimmed his beard in front of the mirror, and finally prayed to God for a good day to the cross on his chest.

With a cigar and a cup of strong-flavored coffee, Father Petrov sat on the sofa and stared out the window blankly. How many days and nights did Father Petrov sit in his room like this? On the bed of the small prison cell, looking at the scenery outside the window in a daze, from black hair to white hair.

Boris' door opened and he walked in the direction of his father. Papa Petrov poured a cup of coffee and handed it to Boris, who took it and yawned big.

"What are you looking at, father?" Boris felt a little strange looking at his father.

"It's nothing, I'm old, and I'm thinking about some past things!" Father Petrov replied with a flustered expression.

Boris called and ordered two breakfasts to the room, Bollinger, sour cream, caviar, smoked fish and ham, plus a pot of black tea. The hearty breakfast put Petrov in a good mood. The good news from Seryozha cleared away the worries that had weighed on Papa Petrov and Boris for the past few days. Seryozha promised to take Boris and Papa Petrov to the city of Tyumen today. After turning around, the two of them finally didn't have to stay in the municipal party committee guest house as if they were in prison.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the car that came to pick up Boris and Papa Petrov finally arrived. As usual, the driver was Yakov, the underworld celebrity who had just opened up his reputation in Tyumen. In front of Liao Sha, he still exists like a playful little brother. When Boris and Petrov got into the car, Yakov turned around and asked, "Where are we going?"

"Of course, where is the fun? It's not a question!" Boris gave his younger brother Yakov a pat on the back of the head. Yakov thought for a while, without asking everyone's opinion, the car went straight to a shooting gallery located in the outskirts of Tyumen. Yakov had been here several times with local merchants in Tyumen, and he felt pretty good, although there were only pistols there. and rifles, but Yakov found it very enjoyable. Four people came to the shooting gallery and booked a shooting range. Each of the four people had a pistol and a rifle. The pistol was a common standard pistol Tokarev-TT33, and the rifle was a Simonov rifle. The price of the bullets was very high. Expensive, but for Seryozha, the price is nothing but floating clouds. Boris and Yakov screamed strangely while squandering bullets. Father Petrov also fired a few shots. Compared with pistols, old Dad prefers a rifle. The recoil of these two guns is not small, and Xie Liaosha was not used to it at first, but after a few shots, he finally found the feeling.

For lunch, I simply ate a few ham sandwiches in the shooting gallery. In the West, lunch is not a regular meal, and everyone had a good time, so even though the taste was average, everyone just ate a few. In the afternoon, Boris and Yakov, the two guys who touched guns for the first time, began to taste the pain. The huge recoil of these two guns made the arms and shoulders of these two guys start to ache. It's almost finished, I suggest changing the place.

Yakov suggested that there is a Turkish bath in the nearby town, where everyone can go to relax after a tiring day. Naturally, everyone has no objection. Yakov's hands hurt badly, so Sergei was naturally given the driving job. This Turkish bath is not open to the public, only regular customers can enter. Yakov was also recommended by those businessmen to come here. Seryozha and the others were stopped outside by the staff of the bathroom, but after Yakov got out of the car, the staff respectfully invited everyone in, which made Boris look at him with admiration.

The bathroom was full of fog, and everyone walked in naked,

Under the introduction of the service staff, first wet his body with hot water, and then lie on the hot marble platform. The waiter in charge of rubbing the body will wear a thin towel glove, and while massaging, slowly rub the customer's body until all the dirt on the customer's body is rubbed out. Then they will rinse the body of the customer, and then apply a special bath foam for the customer, which has the smell of mint and camphor, which smells refreshing. After about ten minutes, the waiter rinses the body again for them.

The skillful massage technique of the waiter and the warm marble platform made Serezha and others completely relaxed, and the feeling of physical and mental exhaustion brought about by the tension and worry in the past few days disappeared here. Seryozha enjoyed this lazy feeling very much. Everyone stayed here for the whole afternoon. When they went out, Seryozha felt a reborn feeling, which made him feel that the trip was worthwhile. He gave the massage A generous tip for the teacher.

By the time everyone left there, it was almost evening, and Seryozha was driving on the small road back to the city. Everyone was going to find a restaurant to have a good meal after returning to Tyumen. The sound of acceleration caught Sergey's attention. He looked back in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but turn pale with fright. He saw a car protruding from the window of the co-pilot of the accelerating car behind him. In his hand, he held a shining pistol.

Seryozha yelled: "No, there is a gun in the car behind." Then he kicked the accelerator to increase the speed of the car. Seeing that Seryozha speeded up, the car behind also accelerated to catch up. With just one shot, the rear glass of Seryozha's car shattered, and Papa Petrov screamed. Seryozha panicked, causing the speed of the car to be too fast when turning. The car flew out of the road and crashed into a big tree on the side of the road.

Yakov drew out his Tokarev pistol and fired, but in a hurry, he forgot to open the safety. Seeing this, Seryozha grabbed the pistol, and the car behind shot a burst of gunfire, hitting Seryozha's car. On the window and on the window, Serezha's face remained unchanged. He pushed the car door, jumped out of the car door vigorously, aimed for a long time, and fired a shot. The bullet hit the side mirror of the car behind. After hesitating, another shot was fired, the bullet passed through the front windshield and hit the gunman on the co-pilot, followed by two more shots, hitting the driver of that car. The car lost control and drove into a ditch on the side of the road. Seryozha fired two more shots, and the car did not respond. Seryozha knew in his heart that Tokarev-TT33 only had 8 rounds of ammunition, and it would be difficult to handle if there were other people in the car. Seryozha pointed his gun at the car and slowly approached it.

There was no movement in the car. It wasn't until he got to the car that Sergey let out a sigh of relief. Sure enough, there were only two people in the car, and Sergey shot each of them again. Then I ran back to check on my father's situation, only to see that there was blood all over my father's neck, and my father was covering it with his hands, but he kept saying that it was all right.

Seryozha carefully checked his father's injuries. Although there was a lot of blood, he was not seriously injured, except that a piece of flesh was knocked off his earlobe. Father Petrov was within a centimeter away. Going to see God.