Chapter 1 Moscow in May

Moscow in early May is still immersed in the tail of winter and the sound of cold wind, which makes people feel a little shivering.

As a military fan from China and a die-hard Soviet fan, the purpose of Lin Jie's trip to Moscow is very clear, which is to hold a grand military parade in Moscow on May 9 this year to commemorate the Victory Day of the Great Patriotic War.

In order not to miss every key detail of this rare event, Lin Jie got up early at four o'clock in the morning. After packing his luggage, he lined up outside Moscow's Red Square early in the morning with the stars and night sky above his head. In order to be able to take the most gimmick and cool photos from the best viewing position and send them back to China to show off, in order to satisfy my little vanity.

After waiting for a long time with uneasiness and excitement, in the familiar melody of the song "The Red Army is the Strongest" that year after year makes people yearn for past memories and glory, the biggest attraction of this Victory Day military parade is At the same time, Lin Jie was most excited and looking forward to the armored phalanx. Finally, dragging black engine exhaust with the characteristics of a bear, it began to drive slowly along the flat road towards the viewing platform.

"Fuck! T3485! The moving, living T3485! Damn, those little bastards will definitely envy me to death! Haha!"

"T72B3? This is great! I also want to take a picture of the turtle shell head, the iconic feature of the stuffed bear!"

"Coming, coming! 2S35 self-propelled howitzer and 2S19! They are so beautiful!"

As a colleague and friend who helped Lin Jie get tickets for the military parade, Rosov Vlakovitch Lavrinenko, an out-and-out Russian citizen and a descendant of the Soviet Red Army, was interested in Lin Jie who was holding a camera and taking pictures. Jie Zhenwen felt a little puzzled.

"Lin, your Chinese military is also very powerful now. Why did you come back here to watch the Victory Day parade two years after graduating from Moscow University?"

After hearing the question from his classmate and friend who was studying abroad in college, Lin Jie put down the camera for a while and showed a hearty smile at the corner of his mouth, and then he simply spoke.

"What's the point, Comrade Rosov. You know that the anti-Fascist War is the fruit of our common victory. Aren't you willing to share this joy with me? My dear Davarisi."

"Hahaha, when it comes to talking skills, I don't think there is any country in the world that can be your opponent to the Chinese!"

The bold enthusiasm and laughter from the fighting nation easily resolved this small conversation. Before Rosov, who had just returned to normalcy, could continue to speak, Lin Jie, who had been holding the camera tightly, suddenly exclaimed in a low voice again. .

"Wori, here it comes! It's the T14 Armata and the Kurgan 25 infantry fighting vehicle! Oh, why is this rubbish camera so stupid now?"

Regardless of whether Lin Jie felt perfect and satisfied with the harvest of the day, the somewhat hasty and busy day was finally coming to an end with the afterglow of the setting sun.

Lying down on the bed in the hotel, he took out the small box he had temporarily borrowed from his old classmate Rosoff for viewing and carefully opened it. What appeared in front of Lin Jie's eyes was a valuable gift. The genuine Hero of the Soviet Union medal that all die-hard Soviet fans are crazy about.

The Hero of the Soviet Union medal that appeared in Lin Jie's hands at this moment was not an inferior and crude imitation. It was already awarded posthumously to Rosov's great-grandfather by the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the Soviet Union on May 5, 1990. The original Hero of the Soviet Union medal from Dmitry Fedorovich Lavrinenko, the Soviet Union’s number one tank ace who destroyed 52 German tanks during the Soviet War.

It is not easy to pass down this legendary military medal, which symbolizes the highest honor of Soviet soldiers, to this day.

In the second year after this Hero of the Soviet Union medal was posthumously awarded to Lavrinenko’s descendants, the Red Soviet Empire, which was once arrogant and powerful enough to compete with the entire United States-led NATO, finally suffered from irreconcilable institutional flaws within itself. The Soviet Union collapsed due to the accumulation of conflicts and contradictions, leaving the people of the Soviet Union with endless memories of the once powerful motherland and the plight of life that fell to the bottom overnight.

In that gray era of extreme turmoil and collapse of faith, Rosov's father, who was so hungry that the whole family could hardly eat, tried to sell off this piece of land that symbolized the legendary military exploits and incompetence of his family ancestors several times in his hesitation and helplessness. Earn the glorious Hero of the Soviet Union medal in exchange for some basic bread and food to satisfy your hunger.

But in the end, Rosov's father, who defeated his other self in repeated fierce inner struggles, finally chose to keep the Soviet Hero Medal and led the family through the most difficult years after the collapse of the Soviet Union. .

Now, this Medal of Hero of the Soviet Union, awarded one year before the collapse of the Soviet Union, has obviously become Rosov's most proud and flamboyant treasure.

Even Lin Jie, the "fair-weather brother" who drank vodka with this guy all day long and fooled around during his college years, finally took advantage of the great opportunity of the Victory Day military parade to get some advice from Rosov after a lot of coaxing and talking. I temporarily borrowed this genuine Hero of the Soviet Union medal to play with and appreciate it carefully.

Weighing the heavy medal in his hand, more than 90% of which was made of pure gold, Lin Jie seemed to be able to see the posthumous recipient of this medal, Lavrinenko, on the war-torn Eastern Front. On the battlefield, a T34 medium tank was commanded to bravely charge into the battle with German armored troops.

Witnessing the mark of the times in front of him and feeling quite emotional, Lin Jie finally carefully put the Soviet Hero Medal back into the storage box after taking pictures, put it away and put it back in his bedside cabinet for inspection. Correct.

"It's better to return this thing to Rosov tomorrow. Even if a nine-magnitude earthquake occurs, he probably won't be able to wake him up."

Like most Russian men who are known as a fighting nation, Rosov, who is in his prime, is also a man who loves vodka and the pleasure of alcohol.

This guy who doesn't drink well or taste well has an almost crazy obsession with vodka. Almost every time after drinking two bottles of vodka, this young and old man with a red face will always stagger and fall on the bed. Can't sleep.

Unless he woke up slowly after the drunkenness passed, the only way to wake this guy up was to give him a thorough shower with a large bucket of ice water mixed with ice cubes.

Listening to the loud snoring of Rosov in the next room, which was particularly harsh against the background of the silent room, he slowly fell asleep. It was obvious that Lin, who had been tired and running around all day on this special day, It was indeed time for Jay to take a good rest.

But what he didn't expect was that a change that could change the trajectory of his future life would suddenly happen from this moment on.