372

Faced with such a situation, Edward was also in a dilemma.

Fortunately, her friends were good. They discussed it and one of them came out and said to Edward: "It's time to have supper now. There are no McDonald's in Rhodesset. In fact, there are very few restaurants here, so it's very unpalatable. If you don't mind, you can have supper with us."

Edward wanted it!

So he immediately sat down at the table and was among a group of old ladies.

He chose to sit opposite Misaeva.

Someone was cutting bread at this moment, so Edward reiterated the old story and explained his purpose.

However, no one took the initiative.

Just when he felt a little embarrassed, these old ladies began to ask him on their own initiative.

From the age of birth to career and family situation, Edward felt that middle-aged and elderly women were all gossipy? Is it because of her young talent planning to introduce her to a girl who can get married?

Then he denied his thoughts, and the other party was obviously testing him to see if he was a trustworthy person.

So he honestly told all his ancestors of eight generations, especially Mizrassi Rabbi who was also from the Russian-Polish Jews, and he also talked a lot about the revolving doors of the church during World War II.

Just as he was talking.

The first dish is here.

It was a huge fish, and it was visually estimated to be half a meter long.

Don't know the variety.

Apparently it has been pretreated with some kind of pickling.

This is not surprising.

What shocked Edward was that the fish was wrapped in newspapers.

OK, this isn't too bad either.

The most terrifying thing is that he found this to be a Russian newspaper!

In other words, the fish came from Russia to Israel with Misaeva's family.

So he pretended to be careless and asked, "Ms. Mishayeva, when did you and your family arrive in Israel."

“It’s been several months…”

"God" he moaned in his heart.

Obviously the fish was not new, but for Pinkasov, he decided to bite the bullet and taste it.

After inquiring about the location of the nearest clinic and whether there were doctors and nurses who could do some drip at night on duty, he almost trembled and forked the piece of fish he gave him, and carefully took a small bite.

The taste was unexpectedly OK.

It's not delicious, but obviously there shouldn't be any protein spoilage, or at least not serious.

It seems that you don't have to bother the doctor.

Perhaps because he saw Edward eating this fish that was quite terrifying to outsiders, Misaeva's attitude also eased a lot.

She even took the initiative to tell Edward, "This is marinated in Delpength because it is inland and it is not convenient to eat fish."

After hearing this, he tried hard to squeeze out a smile that he thought was quite decent to express his happiness and joy.

The aunt sitting next to her, obviously also from the Soviet Union, immediately filled the empty wine glass in front of him with vodka.

This made Edward feel uncomfortable again.

He likes to drink two drinks and is not repulsive to vodka.

Apart from Russia, the United States is the second largest vodka market.

But the difference is that in the United States, vodka is mostly used as the base wine for cocktails, and it can also be consumed directly, but it is necessary to add some soda water. If it is not good, you need to add one to the ice hockey.

However, Misaeva and her friends were both bold and unrestrained Russian styles - pouring them down directly.

Vodka is actually 40% alcohol, it doesn’t have any fragrance, it’s just a stimulation.

Poor Edward also took the initiative to make Pinkasov.

He almost cried one cup after another.

But then again, after three cups, my tongue became numb, my throat was sore, and my brain began to get dizzy. In this way, I didn’t have the heart to consider the freshness of the fish.

In addition, he had been driving a car for a day and was indeed hungry.

So I started to eat fish and bread in big mouthfuls, which made the old women ecstatic...

Middle-aged and elderly women around the world like to see young men showing good appetites, which is the highest reward for their craftsmanship.

The fish was soon eaten almost.

Misaeva was not as reserved and frightened as she was at the beginning under the influence of alcohol.

"You are a very good guy. You just told us about your family background without reservation, so in return, I decided to talk to you about my situation." She drank another cup of vodka.

Then she began to talk about her life experience.

From how she went to school, how she joined the League, and how she joined the party when she was young, it was until she was appointed by the organization as the deputy section chief of the supply department of the Second Candy Factory in Delpengt.

"You probably can't believe that until now, I am still a loyal party member. I never hide my political views. I am proud of my identity as a member of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. Although this may cause me a lot of trouble, I don't care!" She was drunk and had a heroic expression on her face, as if she was going to fight. "The West is deliberately slandering the Soviet Union. I am very clear about this, because I used to be a Soviet citizen, and I am familiar with all that. Maybe the West cannot understand, but I know that the Soviet Union is right!"

Edward was acceptable to this.

But there were obviously some of Mishayeva's friends who could not accept this view, so the two sides began to have a quarrel.

Edward was frightened, and the old women were quarreling, and the brutality of the war was definitely not something that people like him could participate in. The force storm was enough to tear him into pieces, each piece was no more than one square inch in size.

Immediately, Mishayeva's friend began to use his big move: "My dear party member, since you are constantly defending that country and think that country is very good to your citizens, right?"

Mishayeva looked at the person who asked him and showed disdain for his disdain - Haomai!

The friend continued, "Then why did you immigrate to Israel? There is nothing but yellow sand here!"

Misaeva immediately looked depressed and uneasy, her face covered with gray, and she said something in her mouth; this time it was all personal reasons, and she didn't understand some of them.

At this time, everyone burst into laughter: the room was filled with joyful air.

In the end, Misaeva admitted a reality with some shame: in Russia, the party does not support anti-Semitism, but this sentiment still exists among workers and farmers.

She then began to introduce the part-time jury judge system to Edward.

"Cadres trusted by the Party will regularly serve as people's jurors, so that they can not simply judge citizens with dogmatic laws. Comrades (judges) provide judicial insights, while we people's jurors look at the case from a more close perspective to the people's sentiment. Our opinions are respected. Aren't there also juries in the United States?" Mishayeva was obviously very wary, and she tried to block Edward's attack angle.

Of course, this kind of trick is really not worth mentioning in someone's eyes.

He had no intention of refuting or cross-examination of her. It was a dimensional reduction blow and was too cruel to Misaeva.

What's more, Edward wants her.

"People's juror is my second profession. I worked for five years. This is an amazing honor." Seeing Edward not speaking, Mishayeva thought that her debate skills had successfully blocked the Western capitalist lawyer's mouth, so she couldn't help but feel proud.

Looking at her red forehead and confident gaze, Misaeva was obviously drunk, so she might think she was still in Delpength. "I have tried many cases!"

But when she finished speaking, she seemed to suddenly wake up and realize that she was in Israel, and she was not comrades sitting around her, but all kinds of Israeli citizens from all over the world.

The next second, her expression became serious, as if she was saying that I had nothing to say anymore.

Edward felt that it was almost the same and looked directly at the other party: "Can you talk about the Pinkasov case? You know that I came here for this. I hope to get first-hand information."

Misaeva didn't say anything, as if she didn't hear it.

So he decided to put some pressure on him, which was too easy for lawyers who often appeared in court: "Don't you feel that you owe Pinkasov something?"

"The situation you told me may save his life. Shouldn't you tell the truth on this issue? Have you forgotten all the teachings in the Talmud?"

"This is Israel. Anyone can be assured and bold as to tell the truth. No one will make things difficult for you!"

Mishayeva replied angrily: "You don't know the actual situation at all! Do you think I sent him to prison?"

Mishayeva began to sneer: "Wrong. Let me tell you, I saved him, otherwise his situation would be worse. Do you understand? You don't understand!"

As if the floodgates were opened, Misaeva seemed to be disregarding her.

Maybe those emotions have been pressing on her heart for too long, and being able to speak them happily today is also a psychological vent for her.

So, in the next almost roaring soprano, Edward learned the other side of the story.

"You know? I was sent to trial Pinkasov because I was also a Jew!"

"In fact, it cannot be called trial. The order given to me at the beginning of the organization was to persuade Pinkasov to give up his immigration idea in the best possible range."

"A good range?" Edward asked

"Yes, the organization asked Judge Rasmasanov and I to go to Peace Kasov to showdown. If he was willing to withdraw his application for immigration and recall his family from Israel, the organization would revoke all the charges against him and give him a larger apartment unit that had just been built."

Edward said lightly, "It sounds pretty good."

"Yes, you should know that even high-ranking officials in small places like Delpengt may not be able to get such an apartment unit. But what about Pingakasov? He insisted that he was innocent and he didn't listen to anything we said!"

"I just told him, of course I can only say because Rasmasanov can't say this. So I said, listen, it doesn't matter if you are innocent or not. If you don't do what I said, then other judges will deal with you seriously!"

"Pinkasov refused. So the procuratorate filed a public prosecution, yes. I know all the situation. At that time, the procuratorate summoned 11 witnesses, all of whom were locals who had done carpentry work for them. They all said that Pinkasov worked meticulously and seriously, and they all charged money according to the prescribed price, and never asked for a word."
To be continued...