sinovels Chapter 36 Gopnik
Chapter 36 Gopnik
After five o'clock, Valentin's alarm rang, which didn't wake him up, but woke me up.I saw that he was still sleeping soundly with his head tilted, so I pushed him a few times. Seeing that he was about to wake up in a daze, I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.He stretched out one hand to press the alarm, and the other hand was still under my neck. I was feeling uneasy, I didn’t know whether I should pretend to turn over, suddenly my face was heavy, and I couldn’t breathe—— This guy weighed more than 160 kilograms all over it, which made me roll my eyes and almost spit out my lungs.
Since I forbade him to hit me again, he just jumped up and pressed me at every turn. Several times, I thought my ribs were about to break. He seemed to like to see that I couldn't resist him.After doing this, I couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore, so I pushed him down with my teeth and claws, panting and looking back, he was smiling with a smile on his face, as if nothing happened.
As soon as I cleared my mind, I started to feel sullen like yesterday, instead of pounced on him to make trouble with him as usual, I just turned over expressionlessly and pulled the quilt to my shoulders.Seeing that I ignored him, he stretched out his limbs on the bed, with long hands and long legs, and deliberately touched me, but I didn't say a word, curled up in a corner.He was bored after twisting for a while, so he turned over, opened the curtains with a bang, and said to himself, "It's actually raining."
I didn't answer, and I caught him looking this way from the corner of my eye.It was indeed raining outside the window, and it could be heard clearly when it fell on the awning. Neither of us spoke, so we just listened for a while, then he turned his heels and strode out the door.He also works all day today, and I’m afraid he won’t come back until evening after leaving. I don’t know if he will leave me today and go to the tavern alone.
Seeing him stepping out the door, I finally called out: "—Valentin,"
He paused, climbed the edge of the door and looked back, I sighed, sat upright from the bed, looked him in the eyes and said, "I lost my temper with you yesterday, I'm sorry."
He was caught off guard and became uncomfortable almost immediately. He raised his hand and touched the back of his head, hesitatingly said: "No, it's nothing." There was a loud kiss on my chest, and the arms that clamped around my neck were surprisingly strong.He squeezed my neck soothingly: "I'm going to work."
He hadn't shaved, and it hurt me for a while, so I hid away, but he didn't notice it at all. I felt that he was very happy, maybe a little excited, so he rushed over and gave me a kiss, like someone General rewards.I think he probably intends to let go of yesterday as if nothing happened, that's what he is - afraid of trouble, too lazy to use his brain, too lazy to move his emotions.
He let go of me and began to change clothes. It was only after five o'clock, and it was raining outside. Even if the curtains were drawn, the light was very dark, and the inside of the room was blurry, which made his skin look blue, like a photo of the former Soviet Union. The background color is far away from me.I asked him, "What kind of person is Sophia?"
He was putting his t-shirt on his head, and didn't answer right away. The uniform issued to him by the car dealership was too small, and a row of Russian letters was pushed up and down by his two chest muscles; he obviously heard it, but he didn't look at me. After doing things, it took me a long time to mutter: "What are you asking her for?"
I stared at the corner, wanting to say a lot, wanting to ask him why he was covering up like this, what he meant, and what he thought of me.However, I didn't ask any of these words, and only said dryly: "Valentin, frankly, I think there is a problem between the two of us. It's hard for me not to care about anything. Of course I trust you unconditionally. Just believe what you want, never doubt it. The important thing is, what do you want me to believe?"
When it is difficult for him to decide something, he doesn't speak or respond.And the longer he was silent, the colder my heart became, and I couldn't help thinking that this Sophia was really cruel, and I don't know what he did to make him never forget her for the rest of his life.I sighed and wanted to say forget it, but suddenly I didn't want to hear it very much.
"I was 17 at the time—" he said abruptly, just as I opened my mouth, my voice broke in my throat.
"You asked me if I was a boxer before," he was obviously a little nervous, and he said in a confused way, sitting down on the edge of the bed with his back to me, bowing forward, "I have been boxing since I was 14 years old. A professional boxer. I wasn't that tall back then."
When he said this, he turned his body slightly, glanced at me, and then continued: "After my father died, I grew taller, and gradually I didn't want to practice boxing." These three things don't seem to be necessarily connected. , but I didn't interrupt him. "I had dropped out of school and went to boxing school to practice boxing. I stopped fighting and didn't want to go back to school, so I skipped training all day and wandered around the street. 'го??пник' (gopnik), you should know this?"
"It's just Andre and his group who don't go to school." I interrupted.
"Andre? How can Andre be a gopnik! Now everyone laughs at gopnik, saying it's a stereotype, but the gang is real, and the rumors of murder and arson you heard are also true." He fell into memory, “They used to sit and smoke pot on the side of the road where I went to practice, and the cops in that area didn’t care about them. I got involved with them because a gang from another block came to fight one night, grabbed a guy and hit him in the face. A few punches, but later I heard that the leader of their gang broke the bridge of his nose."
The more Valentin put it lightly, the more difficult it was for me to remain calm; I knew that he would not be just an ordinary auto mechanic, but I never thought that he was a real gangster, and said, "Then what?"
He glanced sideways at me again: "Then? Then I followed them around and robbed convenience stores." I was about to laugh out loud when he said, "Our boss was named Maxim, and Sophia was Maxim at that time." fiancee."
I couldn't laugh anymore, and it wasn't easy to talk to me, so I just waited for him to talk. "I just turned 17 when I was with her. She was 27 and hid for a year. One night, she suddenly came to my house and said that she would take me to St. Petersburg. I became interested, so I said 'are you crazy', but she begged me hard, even knelt on the ground begging me - she is the kind of woman who is always on top, no one looks down on her, begging me to go with her like that A trip to St. Petersburg. My heart softened, and although I don't know why, I left with her overnight."
"As a result, Maxim came to my house the next day and shot three times at my house."
When he said this, he squeezed his knuckles, the bones clicked and brittle, but there was no expression on his face: "My mother happened to go out that morning, and he shot and smashed the only family photo in our family. Hit my father on the head."
"After I heard about it, I set off to go back to Moscow. Before leaving, Sophia screamed that he would kill me. I said that if I didn't go back, he would kill my mother sooner or later. She saw that I must leave, so she also wanted to go with me, but I tied her to the head of the bed that night, gave the door key to another brother, and asked him to unlock her at noon the next day."
"After I arrived in Moscow, I went to look for Maxim. I picked up a brick three kilometers away from his house and walked all the way in my arms. When I knocked on his door, I slapped him on the face. He lay on the ground Struggling, hit me with a wine bottle, but I didn’t feel anything, I just kept beating him, until he stopped hiding because I was unconscious, I was still punching, I don’t know why, maybe It’s because he shot through my father’s head.” He showed a confused look, “Finally, the neighbors heard the noise and called the police, and they said that the three cops didn’t stop me, and the gun was on the head before they escorted me out. Yes. I don't remember it."
"Later, I got involved. I don't know if Maxim is dead or not. It is said that he is not dead. Sophia paid all his medical expenses in advance and gave him a sum of money. He probably went back to his hometown in Wufa." Valentin He started rubbing his fingers again, and I knew he wanted to smoke a cigarette very much at this moment, "I was in prison for several years, and I was released on bail the year before last, and Sophia paid the bail money."
"I was too angry at that time." He exhaled lightly and commented like this.
"This is what happened before I met you. I'm done." After he finished speaking, he turned around and stared at me without hesitation. At this time, the sun had risen and the light was sufficient, and his eyes were shining , is no longer pure blue, with a little green.He is waiting for my reaction.But this story was beyond my expectation, I didn't know how to react, I just captured the light and shadow on his face obsessively, making his silhouette stand upright, his lips full, the chin groove in sight, the whole portrait is like a sculpture.I have seen many Russian teenagers aged 17 or [-], most of them have round faces, with pimples, and they are not afraid of anything; I think he must not be so good-looking when he was [-] years old. It's ugly, and beating people is even worse.But his emotions will be well understood, his anger, and what he guards are all very clear, and it is by no means a "too angry" that can be summed up.
"What do you like about me?"
I blurted out and stared at him blankly.
When he was stopped by me, he looked away, as if he was really thinking. I thought he would say some deceitful words as usual, at least to justify a few words, but after waiting for a long time, he admitted honestly this time: "No Know."
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*го??пник (gopnik): Gopnik, as explained on Wikipedia, is a stereotype and subculture in Russia, Ukraine, Belarus and other former Soviet republics, referring to people from lower-class neighborhoods or with poor education , young people from lower-income families, evolved in the 20th century and disappeared around 2010.
To put it so grandly, in fact, it is the hairy guy who loves to drink in Adidas and drinks in the video on Weibo.
Sonia is Sophia's pet name, don't get lost, although I've already read the last chapter dozens of times.