The residents were surprised to see the convoy slowly stopping beside their street. Could it be that the destination of the big man is here?

Although I was very puzzled, as ordinary people at the bottom of the empire, the residents were not very interested in the so-called big names. What they were more concerned about is how to solve the problem of today's supper, whether to eat potatoes or gourds, whether the heating materials can last until next week, how many days can I drink vodka, and so on.

As usual, Chrys searched with his men and found no danger, so he signaled Fu Song to get off the car.

As soon as Fu Song got out of the car, he heard the man's screams and the woman's crying from the Khrushchev building on his right. Damn it must be some drunkard husband who was drinking and crazy about his wife.

But these screams and shouts shocked Najia. She rushed into the yard on the roadside as fast as possible, "Mom! Mom, are you okay? Don't hit my mom!"

Damn, it’s not such a coincidence. I just came and met a cheap father-in-law beating his wife?

"Najia, wait slower, wait for me." Fu Song was worried that Najia would be hurt again, so he hurriedly chased after him.

Chrys grabbed him and gave his subordinates a wink. The two bodyguards understood it and rushed in first.

"Sir, there are so many people here, so you'd better not go in first."

Fu Song said helplessly: "Okay."

The next moment, his heart rose, and the man inside cursed: "Najia! You are finally willing to show up. I heard that you are a lover for the big man in Moscow. You little bitch, like your mother, are a bitch! Give me money and give me all the money. Hurry up, don't let me say it again!"

"I don't have money. Even if I have money, I won't give you a slightest bit. You disgusting, rotten alcoholic!"

"Little bitch, you dare to scold me, I ask you to scold me, give me money, give me money! Ah! Who are you, let me go!"

When Fu Song heard that the bodyguards should have been controlled inside, he hurriedly walked in. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Najia sitting on the ground, hugging a middle-aged woman and crying.

Naga's drunkard father was pressed to the ground by two bodyguards. One of the bodyguards used a very authentic kneeling and neck posture, which was obvious at first glance.

Another bodyguard stepped on the waist of the drunkard and said, "Sir, Miss Najia is injured."

Fu Song turned his head and looked at Najia. There was a bright red slap on her left face and the corners of her mouth were bleeding.

Damn, I can't bear to touch her finger. Do you dare to hit my woman?

Anger arose from the heart, evil arises from the side of his courage. Fu Song raised his right foot and kicked the drunkard's face hard. The hard sole of the black military boots made a hole in the drunkard's face, and blood flowed. Fu Song was still not satisfied and raised his leg and kicked it again, but for the sake of Najia's face, he did not kick him in the head.

The drunkard dared to yell and curse at the beginning, but then he became timid. Maybe he was sober and just held his head and begged for mercy.

Najia saw that the drunkard father was bleeding, and he felt soft-hearted. He quickly got up and pulled Fu Song's arm and said, "Sir, please spare him."

"Okay." Fu Song smiled at Najia, squatted down on the drunkard's face, and pulled the drunkard's messy hair to lift his head up, "I am the big guy you just said, Najia is now my woman. From now on, if you dare to disturb Najia again, I don't mind the extra floating corpse in the Moscow River. Najia, translate it for him!"

Najia quickly translated it, but she made a change on her own initiative, "If you dare to disturb me and my mother again, the sir will throw you into the Moscow River to feed the fish!"

"Get out!" Fu Song raised his leg and kicked the drunkard again. Although the drunkard couldn't understand, he felt that the two bodyguards had released their control over him, so he rolled and crawled out.

Fu Song took the handkerchief from Chrys and looked at Najia's home while wiping his hands.

The table was overturned, the chair was overturned, and a few black potatoes and wilted gourds were lying on the ground. Someone stepped on them, and a carrot was broken halfway.

The most valuable thing in the house should be the black and white TV on the table, which is so simple that it can't be more simple.

Fu Song asked, "Where is your sister?"

Najia said: "This time is at school. Sir..., wait a moment, my mother and I will clean up."

Fu Song smiled and said, "I'd better go out. You mother and daughter talk, I'll wait for you in the car."

"I will be very soon." Najia breathed a sigh of relief. If he continued to stay here, she didn't know how to tell her mother a lot of things.

"I'm not in a hurry, you guys chat slowly. Madam, I'll say goodbye first." Fu Song nodded to the middle-aged woman and turned around and went out.

After waiting in the car for less than an hour, Najia walked out with red eyes.

The middle-aged woman followed behind and kept saying something, Najia just kept nodding, and the mother and daughter were like they were separated from each other.

Fu Song winked at Chrys, who ordered his men to move the food and clothes from the trunk into the house, and five cars of supplies filled the small living room.

The middle-aged woman stood at the door of the yard and watched Najia get into the car, waving her hands hard while wiping her tears.

Najia didn't dare to look back and said to Fu Song: "Sir, let's go."

Fu Song touched her face with distress and said, "You can come back whenever you want to see it in the future. I'll ask Chrys to give it to you."

Najia tried hard to squeeze out a sweet smile, shook her head and said, "No, my mother just said, I should pursue my own happiness."

Fu Song was a little amused and smirked, rubbed her head and said, "Your mother treats me as a human trafficker. Do you think I am a human trafficker?"

Najia burst into laughter, plunged into his arms, and arched hard, "I think so, you stole my heart."

On the way back, the snow stopped at some point, and the sun emerged from the clouds and shone on the earth.

On December 8, 1991, the leaders of Russia, Ukraine and Belarus signed an agreement to establish the "Consortium of Independent States". The Soviet Union was in name only and its power had been transferred to the Soviet Union's franchised republics, especially Russia.

Putting down the newspaper in his hand, Fu Song just sighed.

Shen Hong asked: "Is the Soviet Union really going to end?"

"Who knows until the last moment?" Fu Song said against his will.

The wheel of history is still crushed without any influence. No matter how his little butterfly flapped his wings, it can only change some people and things around him, but it will not have a slight impact on such major historical events.
Chapter completed!