Chapter 883 Brothers and Sisters (14)
The hunter's cabin is not big, but it is definitely not small. The single-story cabin has put a lot of effort into the horizontal expansion of space, so that it can accommodate the prey and various sundries brought back from hunting. Both the space and structure are enough to be a safe haven in the snowstorm.
The female hunter picked up the branches, straw, and weeds piled in the corner, stuffed them into the stove little by little, and used fire tongs to pick up the firewood in the stove to make it burn more quickly and thoroughly, providing a constant source of light for the cabin.
From time to time, she turned her head to look at the wooden table not far from the stove. Now the sundries on the table have been cleared away, and the old hunter Arian was lying horizontally. The firelight illuminated the figure of the KGB lieutenant colonel from the great motherland of the Soviet Union, standing like an iron tower beside the table. He stood upright with tweezers and dagger in his hands, picking out the blood-stained iron sand bullets from the bloody flesh under his eyes.
It was both lucky and unfortunate that old Aryan was not shot dead on the spot. It was obvious that the hunting rifles held by the robbers were not regular ones. Homemade gunpowder guns are usually characterized by low power, wide shooting range, and a lot of shrapnel, most of which are iron sand.
In the Soviet Union, there are many cases of accidental discharge of hunting rifles and injuries. There are even cases where an old man in the countryside wiped the gun with the muzzle facing up and the gun seat facing down while maintaining the hunting rifle. During the wiping process, the gunpowder gun was accidentally discharged and sprayed in the face. He was rushed to the hospital to remove hundreds of shrapnel, and there were still 20 iron sand bullets left in the skull.
Old Aryan was shot in the chest. Under the protection of more than three layers of leather coats, the damage of these iron sand bullets was minimized, but it was still the power of the gunpowder explosion. The iron sand bullets finally penetrated the protective layer and hit his flesh, but fortunately his internal organs were not damaged, so he was still saved.
"Is this an accidental discharge?" Someone on the other side of the long table sighed, and his unique English pronunciation always attracted the attention of everyone in the room when he spoke.
Americans, at least they claimed to be Americans traveling to the Soviet Union. The young man who introduced himself as "Adam" looked at the iron sand bullets with blood and flesh picked out on the table with some reluctance. He could not imagine what kind of pain the old man at the table was suffering. Although the other party was knocked unconscious after drinking a large bottle of St. Regis Vodka, the visual impact of the tweezers drilling into the flesh to pick out small particles still made people feel clear phantom pain.
"It's not an accidental discharge, it's a deliberate murder." The female hunter added firewood to keep the room bright and walked to the table, "Can he survive?"
"Don't talk to me before the operation is over, keep quiet, and we'll talk about other things later." The KGB lieutenant colonel's voice was cold and full of unquestionable military orders, so everyone in the room stopped talking loudly, and even if they communicated, they just whispered in each other's ears - the female hunter had been staring coldly at the robber brother and sister biting their ears under the bear head specimen in the corner, and they seemed to have been discussing something fiercely.
She really wanted the two of them to be dishonest in the future, so that she could openly shoot the heads of the couple with a bow. In the absence of any preparation in the room, she was confident that her speed of drawing the bow and shooting blindly could be faster than the other party aiming with a gun. But this was just a thought, because there was now an exception in this wooden house.
The female hunter looked at the kang deep in the wooden house (kang also exists in the coastal areas of the Korean Peninsula, eastern Russia and Japan). There was a small bulge on the heated kang. With the light of the stove, it could be vaguely seen that a girl was squatting on the kang with a boy with his eyes closed. A thick reindeer fur coat wrapped them. The boy was sleeping with his eyes closed. The girl's chin gently rested on the boy's head and tried her best to hide him and herself in the coat, observing everyone in the house in the dark.
On this snowstorm night, the hunter's wooden house was particularly lively, with KGB officers, bandits, lost female hunters, lost children, and even an American traveling in the Soviet Union
If you mention any one character separately, you can probably tell a wonderful story. Now these characters are gathered together at once. It is hard to imagine if there is a story between them, how bizarre and weird this story will be.
The female hunter temporarily shifted her attention away from the old Arian on the table whose life or death was uncertain. She took a step forward, and at the moment of taking a step, the mechanical transmission click sounded.
She turned her head and saw that the tall brother of the robber man and woman, or the robber brother and sister, under the bear head unconsciously raised the muzzle of the long-handled shotgun in his hand.
This was a threat, but it was only a limited threat. It just made some sounds that belonged to the mechanical product of the shotgun as a warning. They could have directly raised the muzzle to deter but did not dare to do so.
That KGB lieutenant colonel, since he walked into the wooden house, all the contradictions and conflicts in the house have been suppressed, but this does not mean that hatred has disappeared. The fire is still being added to the stove, and the hatred is still fermenting. Now it is just because of the identity and majesty of this mysterious officer that a wonderful balance has been created.
The KGB lieutenant colonel, who was like an iron tower dimly illuminated by the light and shadow beside the stove, had a natural sense of deterrence. It was not known whether it was the inherent majesty of the sergeant's identity, or the courage of the man himself, but this sense of deterrence made the female hunter temporarily give up revenge, and also made the bandit brother and sister, who had originally appeared with the impression of tyranny and unscrupulousness, instantly restrain their claws and just watched silently as the officer rescued the old hunter who was injured by them.
No one knows what the lieutenant colonel of the KGB thinks about what happened in the cabin. His first order and decision after entering the cabin was to save people. He even bandaged the hands of the woman in the bear hat among the robber brothers and sisters.
Intuition tells everyone that it is extremely irrational to take action in front of this Soviet officer. Now the absolute right to speak in this cabin is in the hands of the other party. If he doesn't speak, this wonderful balance in the blizzard will continue.
The female hunter took a deep breath to endure the resentment and anger. In the end, she just glared at the robber brother and sister under the bear head specimen, and walked towards the kang deep in the cabin under the hostile gaze of the two.
As soon as she approached, she felt that the girl in the small bulge had noticed her. A pair of dark eyes stared at her quietly in the dark. This feeling reminded her of the wolverine in the bushes. Even if it was small in size, it would show its teeth appropriately when facing the hunter.
The female hunter sat down on the chair beside the fire bed, obviously wanting to talk, because she had a ‘serious’ curiosity about this girl.
When they saw her approaching and chatting, everyone in the room, except the KGB lieutenant colonel who performed the operation on the old hunter, looked over because, like the female hunter, no one was not curious about the origins of the boy and girl.
They remembered clearly that when the door of the hunter’s cabin was knocked open by the American Adam, they saw their appearance at first sight. The white clothes were so thin that they were suffocating. In northern Siberia with a temperature of minus 50 degrees Celsius, even the cold-resistant Yakut horses need to keep warm. I’m afraid they will freeze to death in a few minutes.
The American Adam who brought them claimed that he found the two children on the railway tracks. When he found them, they were dressed like this. The little girl carrying the boy was not even wearing clothes (when he said this, he seriously claimed many times that he had no inclination to smelt copper).
He didn’t dare to take off his coat to give to the girl, because if he did so, he would be the one who died on the road. He wanted to do something, such as taking the boy from the girl's back, but this intention gave rise to the other's impulse to escape from him.
Until the end, when the blizzard behind them was about to catch up with them, he persuaded the girl to put on the clothes she had given to the boy behind her and run into the coniferous forest with him to take shelter.
But to be honest, what kind of shelter can the coniferous forest provide in the blizzard? Unless they can find a bear cave, but in this weather, the cave must be full, right? They can only hope that the hibernating bears will not mind them staying for a night? But all this is premised on them finding a bear cave.
Just when he was about to despair, he unexpectedly heard a loud gunshot in the forest, and then he hurriedly ran over to find the lights of the cabin.
This is generally how Adam explained the whole story. Except for the first part, the subsequent arguments are reasonable, but the problem is that the first part makes people question it. In a day of minus fifty degrees, two children were found to be almost naked walking along the railroad tracks? One of them even carried the unconscious other on her back. The girl carrying the little boy must have been transformed from a Yakut horse, which can carry people and keep out the cold.
"Is he warmer?" This was the first question the female hunter asked.
She didn't ask the girl if she was cold, but asked how the boy in her arms was doing.
The bear coat on the little girl was put on by the female hunter herself. It was a stock found in the hunter's wardrobe. When she touched the girl's skin, she felt not the coldness she imagined, but the exuberant heat! This girl was like a human-shaped self-propelled heater, emitting warmth from nowhere, and kept the boy behind her warm in the heavy snow.
The little girl stared at the female hunter, and the female hunter also stared at her, observing each other. The female hunter observed that the girl was about 10 years old, no more than 13 years old, with black hair and fair skin, but she could still be seen as a yellow person, and it was not certain whether she was a Siberian yellow person or something else. But to be honest, she was born beautiful, and it was time for a girl of this age to grow up. Even if she was silent, her eyes could still be seen as beautiful as a blue bell flower.
Thinking of this, the female hunter looked back at the American Adam, who was helping the KGB officer, handing medical equipment and holding a mirror to reflect the light of the stove to illuminate the wound. To be honest, she suspected that Adam had come from an improper place. An American appeared in the territory of the Soviet Union, and he appeared with two children. She had reason to believe that the two children were abducted by the other party by improper means, and the so-called encounter on the railway track was all lies.
But whoever questions should provide evidence. She had no evidence to prove her guess for the time being, so she chose to remain silent.
"Is this your brother?" The female hunter turned her head and looked back at the little girl, her eyes fell on the little boy in her arms. The little boy was younger than the girl, only 5 to 6 years old, and skinny under the thin clothes. His body temperature was also cold at first, which was consistent with the hunter's guess. Until now, the little girl held him in her arms to ensure his body temperature, which reminded people of the image of an Australian kangaroo mother carrying a baby kangaroo in her pocket.
No one can take the baby kangaroo out of the pocket. If you try to do so, the mother kangaroo will definitely kick you hard with her strong hind legs. The female hunter tried to take care of the two of them separately before, but just with this intention, the little girl almost jumped off the kang and rushed out of the wooden house. That extreme resistance made her understand that this was the other party's taboo, a taboo that could not be negotiated at all.
The little girl stared at the female hunter for a long time, and the female hunter also looked at him. The stove was crackling and burning, and the blizzard outside the window was howling like ghosts and wolves. An old hunter said that the best way to build a good relationship with a young animal is to look at each other, and this kind of look is not as fierce as taming a falcon, but to let the young animal looking at you feel your kindness from the window of the soul. Only after the bond of trust is established can you become a preliminary partner.
The female hunter tried to make her eyes as friendly as possible, or perhaps she had a maternal compassion for children. For various reasons, the little girl actually spoke, her voice was very childish but clear, and she spoke in standard Russian, "He is my brother."
They are really siblings.
The female hunter's eyes fell on the little boy, who was as cute and beautiful as the little girl, and it was easy to make people think that they were brother and sister. But why did these boys and girls, who were like gems and could hardly be turned into snow in the snow, appear in the Siberian border where no one was shitting?
"Where are you from, little sister? Is the American over there your friend?" The female hunter asked this question simply and clearly, and sat between the American Adam and the little girl consciously. If the two children were threatened by the American, then a proper obstruction of sight should give them the courage to say everything.
"He is not our friend, we met him on the road." The little girl said. The wording and sentence structure were very clear.
The female hunter thought that she would appear trembling and uneasy when talking to strangers in extreme environments and situations. But no, there were none of these emotions. The girl was very stable and had a calmness beyond her age. This was a good thing, but it was also strange to appear now, just as strange as the little girl appearing in the ice and snow.
"On the road? You have always been two people? Where are you from and where are you going?" The female hunter got to the heart of the matter.
When asked this question, the little girl suddenly fell silent. Seeing that she didn't want to answer, the female hunter became more confused, but she could only suppress it for the time being and continued to ask, "Don't want to answer? Then what is your name? Can I know? How should I call you and your brother?"
"Matvey (Матвей)." The little girl hugged the little boy tightly.
"Is this your brother's name?" The female hunter looked at the little boy, because Matvey was obviously a boy's name, "What about you? What's your name, little sister?"
"Yelena (Лена.)" the little girl said, "This is my current name."