When I woke up, I was beaten to death by a stranger

Chapter 34 Who's in St. Petersburg

In a blink of an eye, it was June, and the exam was over on Monday, so I had nothing to do.This is my first summer vacation in Moscow. I originally planned to go back to China, but I really couldn’t bear not seeing Valentin for two months, so I decided to stay in Russia for the summer.

There is no need to endure the pain of lovesickness, but the pain of killing time cannot be escaped.As soon as the summer vacation came, Yu Beibei and almost all the other international students flew back, and Brother Jun was busy preparing for the new students. His usually noisy group was dead silent recently, and there was nowhere to go for a meal.When Valentin went to work, I had no choice but to stay at home and brag to Chao Jinhan. This guy said he wanted to come, but he lost his passport after coming for a long time before the visa was issued. Hearing that, I had a headache and wanted to call He simply didn't come, because with this momentum, he would definitely throw away seven or eight times when he came.

Valentin's habit of going to the bar in the evening had resumed.

When I was in class, in order to hang out with him at home in the evening, I was usually working on papers in the evening, and I was completely free during the holidays. I would be bored without seeing Valentin for a while, and the hours in the evening became especially difficult.

One day when it was dark and he was going out for a drink, I said, "What are you doing in the tavern?" As soon as the words came out, it sounded like a 50-year-old Russian widow, so I quickly changed my words: "It's fun. Take me one. I’m on vacation and I’m so bored.”

"Drinking, what's the fun." He squatted to put on his shoes without raising his head, "Why are you embarrassing yourself with your drinking capacity?"

Because of my alcohol allergy, my whole body became red and itchy after drinking two glasses, and I immediately poured down a glass of vodka mixed with water. I once drank it with Valentin, and he yelled that he was disappointed.I knew I was wrong, and leaned against the door frame with my arms folded and kicked the corner: "Who said I want to drink. There must be a beautiful sister there? I want to see beautiful women and be happy."

Valentin sneered. Now that he had put on his shoes, he stood up and opened the door, shrugged and said, "Come if you want."

It was still early when I went to the tavern with him. The boss had just lit up the neon lights at the door. He still remembered the last time Valentin came drunk and made trouble. He nodded to me, saw Valentin, whistled, and said : "Kuznetsov is inside."

Valentin replied with a smile, I didn't understand, he spoke too fast, not the usual speed for me.The boss suddenly gave an exaggerated salute with his hands up, and they both laughed together, and then Valentin patted me on the shoulder, opened the door and went in.When I got inside, someone said "Hey" from far away. I looked for the sound and looked over. It was a red-faced and fat old man who looked a bit like Mikhail. I was startled, but following that person When I got closer, I saw clearly that he had only a few hairs on his forehead, much less hair than Mikhail, and a red face with a kind smile, much more kind than Mikhail.

He also saluted that very exaggerated salute, I think it was probably a secret signal among themselves, as they laughed again like no one else, I suddenly regretted coming.However, before my eyes drifted back, the red-faced old man saluted me with a slap, as if he was going to knock down the roof with a wave of his arm. It was really too exaggerated and enthusiastic, and I was flattered.

"My humble Kuznetsov, what's the name of the new boy?"

He purposely said it funny, and held my hand tightly. I didn’t know why, maybe it was because I was embarrassed, or maybe I wanted to blend in too much, so I raised my hand high and slapped them to salute and imitate him: "My name is Ivan."

Sure enough, Kuznetsov laughed, took me by the arm, and offered to buy me a drink.I laughed along with him, but I was a little guilty. I hurriedly turned to look at Valentin. Seeing that there was no obvious mockery on his face, I was a little relieved and sat down with Kuznetsov.

Kuznetsov looks like he's 50 years old, he's fat, he has a big belly, he's strenuous, he's got a belch, not that I'm being mean, but he looks like a retired alcoholic , the kind you gargle with vodka in the morning.They chatted one after another, and I listened. During the conversation, I learned that Kuznetsov was a doctor in the clinic, but for some reason he hadn’t been working recently, and he didn’t look like he was retired, because he mentioned Seeing this matter, he seemed helpless, but pretended to be indifferent, drinking with his head up, but everyone could see that he was using alcohol to relieve his worries.

At this time, the boss came over with wine, and by the way brought two younger ones over, about 30 or [-] years old. Znetsov like wine.They are very familiar with each other, as if they have known each other for many years. Kuznetsov squeezed lemons for Valentin. This is his little habit of drinking. He must cut half a lemon and squeeze it into the glass. He likes the sour taste the most.I suddenly realized that I knew almost nothing about Valentin's circle of friends. Except for Mikhail before, I only heard the names of others. friends" summary.This was probably the first time I met his friends, so I didn't understand their topic at all.

The two newcomers, one with black hair and the other with brown hair, have a very loud voice and are very fond of joking. I can barely figure it out. For example, he will suddenly look at the door and cover his mouth in surprise, shouting: "—Yulia! "Then everyone stopped talking, looked towards the door, and found no one, Kuznetsov laughed first: "Don't scare people." The black-haired young man would wink at Valentin, and Valentin and the brunette drank and laughed, but said nothing.

After one round of drinking, they will go to the second round. I said I can't drink, don't count me, Kuznetsov yelled, saying that there is no reason to sit at the same table with him and not drink, and the others followed suit. Persuasion, persuasion made me feel a little helpless, and finally Valentin came forward and said that I was allergic to alcohol, and asked me to replace it with a low-alcohol drink.

I got up and sat down at the bar to wait for a drink and escape for a while.As I was sitting, a strong smell of powder came over me suddenly, and a woman sat down next to me.I looked up and saw her eyelashes fluttering, red lips grinning, looking at me with a smile, speaking English with a very weird accent: "Hellocutie."

I know who she is, the neighborhood is the old city, the police rarely come, there are often street girls who deal in skin and meat, sometimes they will solicit customers in the bar, or get drunk, and the eyeliner is dizzy, which is eye-catching Very sad.I didn't want to go back too soon, so I waved the bartender to make another drink and sat chatting with her.

She said her name was Olesa, she looked at my face, she was young, and asked me how old I was.I said that I came here for the first time at night, and I was almost 22.She whispered how young she was, and asked me to call her sister, and then said that I speak Russian well and how many years I have been here.I smiled and shook my head and said no, I only came last year.She exclaimed, I'm a little embarrassed, and I was about to speak, but was suddenly interrupted by Valentin and the others with a burst of laughter, Olesa and I turned our heads together.

"You came with them?" she asked.

"Yes, I came with Valentin," I said.I saw Valentin falling back laughing, shaking his head and saying "no, no".

Olesa snorted, "Valentin." She stared twice, then said, "You're pretty, but you don't like to talk."

"Yes, I really don't like talking." I said intently.Valentin stopped laughing and heard the black-haired young man say that he was squeezing a lemon again. Kuznetsov asked him if he wanted to cut another one, but he waved his hand and refused.I couldn't hear clearly, I was always taken aback by their burst of laughter, and the black-haired young man started to laugh strangely again Yulia Yulia.I was very upset for no reason, not knowing who this Yulia was.

I knocked on the table, took a sip of my drink, and turned to Olesa, "Who is Yulia?"

Originally, I asked casually without expecting her to know, but Olesa said, "It's our sister."

I looked at her in astonishment, and she giggled and said, "Hey, why are you so surprised, you look like a little virgin. Don't say you don't know what we do. Yulia is one of our sisters who can dance Pole dancers, these big men always like to squeeze on her," she spat, "I don't know how much oil is wiped. Bah, I don't pay a few cents to help her." Her eyelashes flickered, and she squinted They said again: "The black-haired one, Anton, you can see that he is a big braggart, but he actually shoots the fastest, not as fierce as old man Kuznetsov."

I was taken aback by her sudden bluntness, and before she could speak, she said to herself: "Valentin is the only one among them who doesn't take advantage of girls, and always makes people think he's a decent person, coaxing a bunch of little girls The girl is so obsessed with him, but she is actually a bastard who doesn't give a damn. Yulia... Well, in short, there is nothing good about a man." She spoke gloomily, finished her drink in one gulp, and smiled at me: "My sister didn't mention you. You look different from the group of them. Oh, you still have red ears, you poor boy! Where did you come from, China? Japan? Is your budding very late there? Sister I didn't accept jobs today, so I can make an exception for you..."

I couldn't hear what she was saying at all behind me, because Kuznetsov and the others started booing, and the object was Valentin.Amidst the din I caught words like this: "The day before yesterday... I remembered years ago that Valentin hadn't... Valentin's Sonia...it was crazy then."

Immediately I couldn't sit still, I threw my head back and drank the wine vigorously. When I pushed the glass and got up to leave, Olesa suddenly stopped me.

"Who are you Valentin?" she asked.

I stopped and stared at her, she was not afraid at all, and stared straight at me.I don't know where she got it, and I couldn't think about it; my mind was very confused, so I didn't say a word, turned around and left.

"Is Sonia in St. Petersburg now?"

When I went to sit there, a dark-haired young man named Anton was asking.Kuznetsov patted me on the shoulder and said cheerfully, "Have you had a good chat with Olesa?"

I ignored Kuznetsov, took a sip from Valentin's cup, pretended not to see his stare, and asked straight up, "Who is in St. Petersburg?"

Anton grinned: "Valentin's fiancee."