The day after returning from Donetsk, Wei Ran stayed in bed all morning with Suisui, who went to bed just before dawn. It was not until the girl was finally willing to go to the office next door that he finally

Then he got up and took his dog Beria to the basement of the library.

After locking the heavy explosion-proof door and getting into his own room, Wei Ran turned left and right and took out the food box, taking out all the remains of electronic equipment, blood-stained bullet heads, bullet casings and even the spare mobile phone inside.

Come out, smash it with a hammer, put it into a small plastic basket, and sink it into the plastic box filled with electrolyte in the corner.

After turning on the power and waiting until a series of tiny bubbles emerged from the electrolyte, he slowly took out a few paper towels and carefully wiped the inside and outside of the food box, then opened a locker and took it out.

Various seasonings and spices commonly used in China were packed in, as well as a new spare mobile phone and phone card, making up for the losses previously discarded to make room for space.

After finishing his work, he opened another safe and took out a few silent bullets from it. Then he waved out the OTS38 silent pistol and the VSS silent sniper rifle, preparing to make up for their previous losses.

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"Hey? This bastard has a conscience?"

Wei Ran couldn't help but muttered when he saw the VSS silent sniper rifle he had just taken out.

For no other reason than this, this gun unknowingly turned into an improved VSSM type - just like the ones he seized from the enemy's corpses last night.

Compared with before, the polymer stock, the adjustable cheek rest, the leather rail that replaced the mirror bridge, even the previously unavailable folding bipod, the new sight, and other factors undoubtedly make this gun look pleasing to the eye.

A lot.

But after the praise, he inevitably regretted it. For him, the "old model" has advantages over the new model. The old model can still be used in historical fragments, but this new model...

Is this considered a reward or a punishment?

After reacting, Wei Ran cursed secretly, but in the end he could only choose to accept it silently. Without saying a word, he took out the magazine and filled it with bullets, then reloaded it and took back the metal book.

After changing the bullets for the silent runner and throwing the ejected cartridge cases into the electrolytic cell, Wei Ran, who had finished his business, turned around and went into the darkroom next door, taking out the negatives from the metal book.

I developed all the individual photos and a few group photos of the guerrillas one by one, scanned the negatives, and sent electronic copies to Anfiya.

Naturally, he does not need to worry about the follow-up matters. Anfiya and Lola will help hang some of them in the library, and will also update the photos for the albums for sale, and will also send a copy to Mr. Alexander.

In the next few days until the end of March, Wei Ran honestly didn't go anywhere. He did morning exercises every day, walked the dog, accompanied Suisui to work, went to bed or went shopping.

At most, I just took advantage of the weekend and personally drove Suisui to the Hongqi Forest Farm. I negotiated with the studio about helping Marta edit the frontline video. I also bought a dozen action cameras and civilian and agricultural cameras.

The drone was sent to her comrades on the front line in Marta's name.

Fortunately, after almost a week of hibernation, there was no news or topic on the Internet about his connection with Donetsk. Instead, first-hand frontline news from Marta’s friends mentioned that Mr. Kudlik and his village were not far from each other.

Not far away from the front line, the enemy has recently been hit by intensive firepower and has lost a lot of people and positions.

Among these trivial matters, Alexander, who was far away in Volgograd, also called Weiran at noon the day before April Fool's Day.

"Victor, when will you return to Volgograd?" Mr. Alexander asked straight to the point, "Many things here are waiting for you now."

"whats the matter?"

Wei Ran, who had just had lunch and was basking in the sun with Suisui on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, asked drowsily.

"What did you say?"

Alexander reminded him with dissatisfaction but helplessness, "I am going to bury the Soviet guerrilla Yeremei who was sealed in resin. Is it time for you to come back and accept the interview arranged by me as agreed? This is what we agreed."

"When?" Wei Ran asked with a yawn. This was a promise to the other party, so naturally he couldn't refuse it.

"tomorrow?"

Alexander asked jokingly, "It doesn't matter if it's a day or two late. These contents won't be broadcast until Victory Day, but I am indeed prepared to bury the guerrilla as soon as possible."

"Are you free tomorrow?" Wei Ran asked Suisui in Chinese.

"Have time"

Suisui replied without thinking, "Thanks to those international student employees, I am free at any time now. By the way, take Marta with you. Let her feel at ease when she sees that what you said is true. We can also

Spend a lot of money and let Arili fly us back."

"It's up to you," Wei Ran said nonchalantly, then switched back to Russian and made an appointment with Alexander.

That evening, Wei Ran followed Suisui and her small team back to Volgograd on a special plane that nominally belonged to Jima.

Less than ten days passed before and after. The professor couple and Zoya, who had gone to resign, still had not returned from Murmansk, so naturally the only person who came to pick them up at the airport was Alexander's new assistant Saveli.

Obviously, this young man didn't know what had happened to Wei Ran these days. The only thing he was secretly curious or envious about was why there was another girl beside Wei Ran - a girl who looked injured even though she was sitting in a wheelchair.

Very heavy, but still very beautiful girl.

Suppressing curiosity, he sent Wei Ran and others to Golonid Island. After stopping the car, Saveli said, "Victor, Mr. Alexander asked me to take you to see something."

"Now?" Wei Ran, who had just driven the dog out and was busy helping the girls move their luggage, asked in surprise.

"It doesn't matter if it's late," Saveli, who was helping to carry the luggage, said nonchalantly, "It's not a very important thing."

"Okay, wait a minute." Wei Ran said and moved the last large suitcase in the carriage.

After helping the girls carry their luggage to the second floor of the wooden house in the small courtyard, Wei Ran got into the Iveco loaf driven by Saveli and let him drive her back.

"Where are we going?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

"That abandoned factory"

As Saveli spoke, he had already turned the car onto the branch road leading to the factory. At the same time, he explained, "About a week ago, Mr. Alexander suddenly accelerated the repair and reconstruction work there. At the most, there were nearly a hundred workers working there every day.

The factory was busy, and finally all the work was completed yesterday afternoon."

After a pause, Saveli continued, "This morning, there were ten very old people, ten disabled people, and 20 children living there."

"What did you say?" Wei Ran, who had been secretly surprised just now, finally came back to his senses, "Where do you live?"

"Not only that," Saveli said with a strange expression, "but the boss also opened a shuttle bus."

"What shuttle bus?" Wei Ran asked quickly.

"There is one trip every morning and evening on Mondays and Fridays."

Saveli said in a dumbfounded voice, "The driver is my father. He drives 20 children in the minibus to go to school in the satellite city every morning. He also takes a few disabled people to work in Mr. Alexander's factory and museum, and then waits for another day in the afternoon."

Send them back."

Glancing at Wei Ran, who looked dull, through the rearview mirror, the young man added, "Even my mother has been working in that factory since yesterday. She is responsible for taking care of the elderly and the disabled who have lost the ability to work.

, responsible for cooking and cleaning for them. After my wife Zoya comes back, she will also serve as the health doctor there."

"Saveli" Wei Ran looked out the window, "Turn around, let's go back."

"We'll be there soon, why don't you go take a look?" Although Saveli said this, he immediately reduced the speed of the car and started to turn around and walk back.

"Go and see it, of course I want to go."

Wei Ran smiled and said, "But we still have to pick up someone. No, let's pick up all the girls."

"I should have told you about this in advance on the way back." Saveli shook his head, stepped on the accelerator and increased the speed of the car.

After driving the car back to the entrance of the small courtyard, Wei Ran called Suisui and her assistants, and then asked them to help Marta and her wheelchair into the car.

"Where are we going?" Suisui asked curiously.

"You'll find out later," Wei Ran deliberately let it slip, and even deliberately didn't look at Marta, who had an equally curious look on her face.

Seeing that Wei Ran did not say anything, Saveli wisely kept his mouth shut and also slowed down the car slightly, lest the beautiful injured patient could not bear the bumps of the country road.

No matter how slow it was, it took about ten minutes for the car to arrive at the gate of the abandoned factory.

In less than half a month, the abandoned factory where the gypsy people once stayed has been completely renovated. A circle of ungerminated flowers and green plants has been planted inside the red brick and cast iron fence.

The yard full of weeds was not only paved with lawn, but also paved with stones for several walking paths.

Even the three factory buildings and workshops that were ventilated from all sides and the two-story office building have been beautifully renovated, especially those workshops, which are all equipped with floor-to-ceiling windows with a height of two meters.

But compared to these, what concerned Marta the most and brought tears to her eyes was the line written in Russian on the iron sign hanging on the beam above the door - Marta's House.

"Don't look at me, these are Mr. Alexander's masterpieces."

When Wei Ran saw Suisui looking at him, he quickly explained in Chinese, "This is the first time I have seen these, and I have never heard of them before."

"Isn't this old man planning to use this to repay us for rescuing his daughter?" Suisui asked in Chinese.

"Who knows?"

While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already opened the car door, carried Marta's wheelchair down and unfolded it. At the same time, he kept saying, "It's not a loss even if it's a favor. All the people living here are Donets."

The war refugees from France are equivalent to helping you build a hundred more layers on your beautiful pagoda."

“It’s really not a loss”

While Suisui was talking, she also got out of the carriage and helped the Katenka sisters to take down the tearful Marta and put her on the wheelchair.

"Did you do this?" Marta asked, wiping away her uncontrollable tears.

"It's the wealthy businessman who is willing to help those refugees. His name is Alexander." Wei Ran explained frankly.

"Thank you," Marta kept saying, "thank you, and thank you, Mr. Alexander."

"No need to thank me"

Before he finished speaking, the door of the car parked in the yard was pushed open by Alexander from the inside, "If it weren't for Victor, I wouldn't have done these things, so it's enough to give these thanks to Victor alone."

After speaking, Alexander asked with a smile, "Victor, how many days have it been? Why is there another beautiful girl beside you?"
To be continued...