Boris's words made Svoboda feel relieved. If they were an acquaintance, they should not have to compensate, right? But before he could take a breath, Boris suddenly pointed the gun at the old man and shouted angrily: "You old turtle, don't be obediently nestled in Petrograd and waited for death, and ran to Nikolayev to harm others, right? I tell you, pay the money quickly, otherwise I will destroy you today!"

Swoboda immediately corrected his opinion just now. It is estimated that these two people know each other, but they must be enemies. Damn, it’s better to stay away!

However, the old man who was drinking with his legs crossed his legs seemed to be completely indifferent to Boris' threat. He squinted his eyes and felt very enjoyable. He replied lightly: "Let me lose money? Even the profiteer who sells inferior wines is too embarrassed to let me lose money? I broke it for you. I urged you to renew it. You should thank me. Maybe you can change a batch of new furniture and get a batch of new wines, and your business can still come back to life!"

"Don't let your shit!" Boris became more and more angry and shouted angrily: "Those drunk cats know what good wine are, but they are so cowardly that they can't even drink it! Letting them drink good wine is a waste of resources!"

The old man drinking wine sarcastically said: "Look, your nature is revealed, is there anyone who treats guests like this?"

Boris pointed a gun at him without hesitation and said bluntly: "What kind of bullshit guest are you? You are here to eat for nothing!"

As the two old men talked more and more, they seemed to have the possibility of fighting at any time. But for some reason, Swoboda felt that the two people had a good relationship. It seemed that verbally shattering and quarreling seemed to be a way for them to express their friendship.

The facts were similar to his guess. Boris walked out from behind the bar with a few bottles of golden whiskey in his arms. He sat directly opposite the old man in a coat. He glanced at the people around him and said angrily: "And Liusha, your soldiers are too eye-blind, don't you know how to clean up. Do you still want me to clean up this pile of rags?"

Several soldiers behind the old man in coat looked at the young man. After the latter nodded slightly, they immediately took action, lifted up the tilted table, and cleaned up the broken wine bottles on the ground.

Boris looked at the old man in the coat with a little surprise, with a confused look on his face. However, he did not say anything more, but told Svoboda and the others on the other side: "Don't watch it either! Go and hang the sign that closed the door under my bar to the door. His grandmother, an old plague god has come. I can't even do business!"

Swoboda hates this kind of feeling of being instructed, but when facing this old man, he still has a temper. Who told him to send someone else's money?

Svoboda gave a wink at the friends around him, meaning we were taking the opportunity to hang the sign and leave quickly. The atmosphere here was so weird that we couldn't afford to join. But they had just started to act together, and Boris said again: "Hey, there are still three people who need to hang a sign? You... yes, you are talking about you. When you see you are their heads, you have to take the lead. Go! Also, go and go back quickly, and drink together later!" As the old man said that, he shook the whiskey bottle in his hand as if he was offering treasures.

Svoboda was a little amused and crying, okay, it was smashed your place, but there was still wine to drink. What is this? However, although the old man's tone was sturdy and domineering, Svoboda felt comfortable. Compared with Constantine and the sinister Nicholas, this old man looked so cute.

Swoboda didn't know whether to stay or not, but looking at the old man's tone, it seemed that there was no room for negotiation. As the party who owed debt, it seemed that he should respect the creditor's opinions. Of course, Swoboda did not want to go back to see Constantine and Nicholas's bad faces, which is also a major reason.

After thinking about it, Swoboda signaled the two friends to go first. He obediently walked to the back of the bar and found the sign "Close the door and thank the guests", walked outside the bar, and hung it on it.

When Svoboda came back from finishing all this, the drinks were already on the table. Two old men and the unreasonable young young man occupied a table, and the remaining people were divided into groups around.

After taking the wine glass handed over by my friend, Svoboda tasted the golden liquid in the glass. The hot feeling made him cough: "What a strong wine!"

Boris laughed, "Men have to drink strong wine. Only those young white-faced faces who are covered with powder can drink red wine. So, that is also called wine. If you can't light a wine, you can only call soda!"

Swoboda was speechless. Although he also felt that people who drink red wine had some intention of showing off, he could not agree with the old man's definition of wine. To be honest, he thought red wine was also very good.

Of course, the old man’s wine is indeed very energetic. After drinking it, the line from his throat to his stomach feels like a burning fire. If he had such a small glass of wine when he was standing guard in winter, he would probably be able to carry it all night.

"At least seventy degrees!" Swoboda sighed with emotion.

The old man named Andrewsha, who was run by the run, spoke: "Seventy-five degrees, the wine made by this old alcoholic himself has never been lower than this degree. Only a guy likes to drink this kind of wine that he is addicted to alcohol and doesn't even let go of the alcohol in the thermometer."

Boris glanced at him: "You are just a little white-faced person who likes to pretend to drink red wine... No, you are a bad old man now, hahahaha!"

Swoboda is sure that these two old men must have had a good relationship before. Look at their bickering, they are completely bad friends! However, Swoboda was very conscious and did not join the bickering between the two old men. For them, this is probably an important way to communicate feelings. The two old men were completely immersed in the memories of the past. It was simply unforgivable to interrupt at this time.

Svoboda drank in small sips and carefully looked at the young man next to Andrewsha. Although the young man didn't say a word and was just drinking, no one could ignore his existence.

I had an indescribable feeling about this person, Svoboda. The first feeling was that it was dangerous, and the kind with a very high risk factor. In the fight just now, this kid was the most ruthless and the most people were beaten. If it weren't for Old Boris, Svoboda really didn't want to sit next to such a dangerous person.

However, in addition to this dangerous feeling, Svoboda can also read some other taste from this person - pride and peace. Although these two temperaments are completely inconsistent, the proud person seems to be not kind, and often can choke you half-death in one sentence. Moreover, people with a calm mind are never proud, but this person has these two completely opposite temperaments.

In short, Svoboda was very curious about this person's identity, even more than he was about Constantine and Nicholas. He was almost certain that this young man's identity might be very unusual, and he would be a shocking figure.

However, this speculation made Svoboda speechless, because big people always have a little age in general cognition. As the old saying goes, they are not sure about doing things without hair. They are not old enough to make people feel superficial. At this person's age, it is not polite enough to float on the water.

Time flies, and the two old men are getting more and more excited, and they are talking at night, and the young man doesn't speak. He just drinks silently, but his alcohol capacity is really amazing. He has drunk two bottles of 75-degree whiskey, but it is not the kind of small bottle, a standard 750 ml large wine bottle. Damn it, it's three kilograms of wine, right?

Svoboda even surprised him. This man's face was neither red nor thick, and his eyes were extremely clear. Not to mention being drunk, he didn't even smell a little alcohol during his breathing, as if he had just drunk two large bottles of boiled water.

However, no matter how curious Svoboda was, he had to leave. It was already past ten o'clock in the evening. According to Constantine and Nicholas' instructions, they had to return to their room before 10:30.

"Old sir, thank you for treating us to drink, but we are leaving!" Svoboda said respectfully.

Boris, who was a little drunk, took out the pocket watch in his top pocket. He looked at it and complained, "It's only ten o'clock, what the hell is anxious... Forget it, being a soldier is not free, but being the top is fart. We can only continue, okay, let's go... By the way, take away the remaining wine. You can drink a little while you stand guard at night, haha, don't get drunk! Back then, when I was packing up the drunk cat..."

Svoboda became increasingly sure that Boris was also a soldier before, and was probably an officer, but for such a "cute" officer, his image was still good. At least from the other party allowing him to take away the whiskey, it can be seen that Boris was not the kind of officer who drank soldiers' blood.

Walking out of the bar and looking at the door with the sign "Close Door and Thank Guest" hanging, Svoboda was a little dizzy about what he had experienced this night. He had a fight for no reason and had a drink for no reason. Even he himself couldn't figure out what this matters.

"Look at your alcoholic smell!"

Before Svoboda could figure it out, they were intercepted by Constantine after returning to the house. The boy seemed to have encountered something bad. He was in a bad mood and could not vent. He broke out as soon as he saw him.

Constantine swears, dancing and cursing: "I have told you a long time ago not to run around and don't leave the hotel. You all act like a bastard, right? Bitches like you should hang them all!"

The unreasonable accusation of this guy made Swoboda and his two friends very dissatisfied. One of them tried to explain: "We did not leave the hotel..."

"Dare you still dare to lie!" Constantine began to howl, like a rooster, "The bar below the hotel is closed. If you haven't gone out, where can you get the alcohol!"

Swoboda glanced at him. He really didn't want to argue with such idiots, because he couldn't explain it clearly. He turned to look at Nikola and said, "Although the bar below is closed, the owner of the bar invites us to drink..."

"You dare to lie!" Constantine inserted again and said angrily: "Do you know who the owner of that bar is? You dare to say arrogantly that he invites you to drink. Even if he drinks with a group of toads, he will not invite you bastardly!"

Svoboda was finally angry, and he took a step forward suddenly, looking at the attitude of being prepared to beat Constantine again.

"Enough!" But Nikola spoke first, he stood in front of Svoboda and asked coldly: "You said the bar owner invited you to drink? Is there any evidence?"

Although Svoboda wanted to push Nicholas away and teach Constantine a lesson, he was ready to run away and was not afraid of any bad consequences. But he still had to take care of his brothers, so if these two bastards irritated their anger on his brothers, wouldn't he be a sinner?

Swoboda suppressed his anger and said, "The bar owner is a thin old man, he claims to be Boris. Is this evidence enough?"

Nicholas and Constantine looked at each other and were surprised. As far as they knew, the owner of this bar or hotel was indeed Boris. And he was indeed an old man. But they couldn't figure out how he could drink with a few soldiers with his status and influence in the army. This was completely unreasonable!

However, Svoboda did not care whether these two people could think or not. For him, what he needed most was to sleep. He greeted his two friends and walked around Nicholas and Constantine to go back to his room to sleep.

"Look at their attitude!" Constantine was still reluctant, as if she wanted to deal with Svoboda now.

"Didn't I tell you, be patient! Put the overall situation first!" Nicholas taught him a lesson again, "Before we complete the task safely, please give me a little patience! And. Watch here, I'll go to the bar below to take a look!"

Although Constantine was reluctant, she could only agree. As for why Nikola suddenly went to that bar, the reason was very simple, and it was related to the mission they shouldered on this trip. If the old man could be brought to their side, their mission would probably be much easier. But they had no chance to contact the old man. Now Svoboda has accidentally gotten on the line and must take advantage of this opportunity.

A few minutes later, Nicholas came back in a hurry, and his face looked very ugly. Constantine asked, "Did that old man refuse?"

Nicholas said with a stern face: "No!"

Constantine was a little puzzled: "Then why is your face so ugly?"

"Because something worse than that!" Nichola said gritting his teeth.

"What's going on?" Constantine suddenly became nervous.

"I saw Andre Petrovic in the bar!" Nicholas's face was so gloomy that it could almost drip out of water when he said this.

"What!" Constantine jumped up and asked in disbelief: "Did you see it clearly?"

Nicholas looked gloomy and nodded: "Boris and him were drinking together, and it seemed that they were talking and talking!"

"What!" Constantine repeated the side, but this time it was different from the last time. Most of the last time were surprised, but this time it was mostly fearful.

He asked in a panic: "Did Cheka hear some wind? Did he come for us?"

Look at Constantine's panic, she almost ran away if she wants to. Fortunately, there is a calm person here. Nicholas said gloomyly: "It shouldn't be that if we have been exposed, then he should come up and catch people directly... However, it is not good news for Andre Petrovic to appear here, and we must be highly vigilant!"

Constantine nodded like a chicken pecking at rice and said, "You are right, we must change a hotel immediately. It's too dangerous!"

As he said that, this guy was about to go back to his room to clean up his soft and run away. In this regard, Nikolai wanted to go up and suck this idiot: "Idiot, isn't it more eye-catching to leave now? If you want to die, just leave!"

Constantine almost cried and asked in fear: "What should we do?"

Nicholas said calmly: "With constant change, we should observe and see first! By the way, let the Czechs not go out tomorrow!"

Li Xiaofeng didn't know that he had just arrived in Nikolayev and his whereabouts were exposed, and he was exposed to the two White Army spies. However, this kind of thing was that sesame seeds fell into the eye of the needle. What could he do if he caught up?

So why did Li Xiaofeng suddenly appear in southern Ukraine? Did he really smell any clues and prepare to follow the clues?

It should be said that no! There is only one reason for coming to southern Ukraine. He accompanied the newly appointed Red Sea Army Director Eberhardt to inspect the situation of the Black Sea Fleet. The central government is actually quite concerned about the Black Sea Fleet, especially after Eberhardt's comeback, using the officers and soldiers of the Black Sea Fleet to regain Rostov and participate in Ukraine's bandit suppression, which was put on the agenda.

In order to thoroughly understand the situation of the Black Sea Fleet and to prevent the White Army from using Kolchak's influence to fight the Black Sea Fleet, the Central Committee approved the inspection operation.

As for why a certain immortal came out together, half of it was asked by a certain immortal. Who made him "make a big deal" about the blank appointment before? The big guys felt that a certain immortal was too idle and had to find something for this guy to do so so that he would not make trouble any more casually.

Sverdlov also advocated that a certain immortal leave Petrograd for the time being. Of course, Xiao Si did not think that a certain immortal was too idle, but let the immortal go out to avoid the limelight. If Derrensky might have a tragedy as someone expected, then he would not only have to clear the responsibility in advance, but also to temporarily leave the place of right and wrong. Even if something big is really happening and a certain immortal is not present, why can't the floor hit his butt?

This is one of them, and the second is that the central government is not very at ease with Eberhart, and it is very necessary to let a reliable comrade supervise his actions. Choose one and take a look. It seems that only a certain immortal is "idle" and reliable enough for the time being...

PS: Thank you again to the very powerful comrade Juventus and the instant killing of comrade Potato!
Chapter completed!