Good luck and bad luck (1)
Early morning sunlight streaming in through the window.
The cold wind wanders around the fireplace where the embers were living, coveting the only unoccupied space.
At that moment, the wooden door creaks and Lim Seol-ha walks out.
It looks like she hasn’t woken up yet, as she’s tinkering with my eyelids with her tiny hands.
“… uh?”
A brief exclamation came from the passengers.
Yongsu Lee.
The diligent villain wakes up at dawn and is making breakfast in the middle of the living room.
Utilizing his experience in his previous life, he chose borscht, one of the common Russian foods.
The moment the meat broth boils in the pot on the stove. Carrots, onions, and beets are sliced and stir-fried, and potatoes and cabbage are boiled in a pot in advance for 10 minutes.
Next, add the roasted ingredients. Season with salt and pepper, and the dish is complete.
“You woke up so early. What are you making?”
“… Cut some bread there.”
“bread?”
Soon, a curious voice flows out, but what comes back is a blunt command. The girl turns her head in the direction indicated by the boy’s wink.
A basket at the head of the table was piled with dark brown round bread.
“It’s pitch black.”
“Rye goes in, yes.”
“rye?”
“Have you ever eaten?”
“yes.”
“… It is a variety that grows well in poor soil. A lot of people eat it in Russia.”
Where else did you know that, I don’t ask the obvious question. I was able to get past the unusual behavior now.
Therefore, the following question naturally springs out.
“Is this delicious?”
“It will depend on your taste. It has a sour taste based on the rye aroma. It has a hard, rough, heavy texture.”
“… It doesn’t look appetizing.”
It’s not like it’s not, but I’m trying to cut bread, but the resistance I feel with the handle of the knife is formidable.
“It’s like a model bread. It cuts off with a squeak.”
“Originally yes.”
“How much do you cut?”
“Enough to feed five people.”
While wondering how much the five of them will eat, Lee Yong-soo suddenly puts on his gauntlet and grabs the handle of the pot and lifts it up.
It looks like the cooking is finished.
Just in time, Park Geon-yeong and To-ya and other men with magpies trudged into the living room.
“Oh, breakfast… But why is the soup red? Did you get some red pepper powder?”
“Eat what they give you.”
As Lim Seong-min’s grumble is interrupted by a cold reply, Park Geon-yeong looks at the head of the table and reveals a hint of unwillingness.
“It’s rye bread.”
“Have you ever eaten?”
“uh. I used to live in Busan.”
“Is rye bread famous in Busan?”
“It’s not famous, but it came in often as a relief item. It looks similar to that, but isn’t it very hard? It smells sour too.”
“Exactly!”
Soon after, the five children sit around the table.
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Mess.
It took a while for him to make a mysterious expression at the taste of sour bread and sour soup. Perhaps the silence was awkward, but Park Gun-young’s speech opened the door to a conversation.
The topic is the difference between Russia and Korea.
No matter how much it was not included in the main raid, anxiety was filled with the fact that there was no briefing before the start of the operation.
“… They said they were leaving in two days, so I wondered if it would be okay. There are only drunk people on the streets, and there doesn’t seem to be any troops moving.”
“Toya, it’s just as strange. It’s quiet here.”
“It is not quiet. You’re busy fighting each other.”
After hearing the sound of the spoon rattling a few more times, Lee Yong-soo suddenly opened his mouth.
“Russia originally convened ordinary soldiers and people with special abilities in quarantine.”
“Isolation? Why?”
“The hero class is not refined. As much as tramps walk around with the rank of mercenaries, there is a high chance that ordinary soldiers will get caught up in an accident. In the first place, the convocation area is different.”
“… You are very different from us.”
It is a fundamentally different place from Korea, where action cams have been legalized and heroes are strictly managed.
The second day after arriving in Vladivostok. Children of their age recognize that the country of Russia is quite different from what they imagined.
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More than anything, the process of formulating the subjugation plan was like that.
“The briefing part is a bit complicated to explain… … .”
“Do we have a lot of time?”
“… The Russian Federation has a vertical system of subjugation. If you command from above, below will follow. My guess is that the governor, the provincial commander, and the head of the main raid are talking separately.”
“When do you tell the heroes who are put into the operation?”
“If what you are thinking of is elements such as the outline of the operation or the ultimate goal… There is no such thing. I don’t know if you cut the strategy in part and deliver it. For example, it would be something like starting a battle at a certain time and defending the area until a certain point.”
“… What is it? To fight without knowing anything?”
When Lim Seong-min steps up again and lets go, the boy strikes back without raising his eyebrows.
Even if it feels unreasonable, what can I do with reality like that?
“It is taken for granted locally.”
“Nobody has any complaints?”
“Because it’s been like that for a long time.”
“… … .”
However, not only Lim Seong-min, but also Toya and Lim Seol-ha could not easily understand, so the words inevitably became longer.
“It’s a familiar thing in the Russian Federation. Because this society has its own system. Human beings are equal, but the tasks assigned to them are different. Well, you could call it a kind of class.”
“Classes?”
“I heard there are four stages in total. The one who gives orders, the one who gives money, the one who is neither one nor the other, but the one who is halfway and is rather useful, and finally the one who has nothing.”
In reality, it meant practitioners and capitalists, the third class (middle class) and the lower classes, but there is no rudeness in the series of explanations.
Everyone was speechless and stared blankly at this. Lee Yong-soo, who had just finished eating, held up a bowl and spat out concluding remarks.
“I have something to look out for. We have prepared plenty of food, so you can take care of your own lunch and dinner… Please stay calm in the house.”
“uh… … .”
“You can’t go out. Because getting entangled in an accident is difficult.”
“No, that… Should I just eat this for dinner?”
“… … .”
“It’s not that the taste isn’t bad, but it’s full of characteristics… … .”
It was tasteless.
* * *
Shortly after Toya and Park Geon-young volunteered to wash the dishes.
Lee Yong-soo crosses the wild road with Lim Seol-ha.
The pavement is a story of another country, so the shoes quickly turn muddy, but the boy’s eyes remain on the girl next to him.
Unpleasant feelings permeate the face, from the undeserved eyes to the slightly distorted forehead.
Im Seol-ha is busy looking around, whether she knows this feeling or not.
“Look there, rank 3 hero Anton Krukov… … .”
“… Don’t stare.”
“Jaeger Ermakov over there, Lily Borodina next to him… … .”
While checking the heroes they saw on TV and the Internet, their eyes naturally widened, and when their eyes met, they smiled.
yesterday evening.
Inside the hall, the rumors of Asian kids who went to get autographs from the main raiding party spread widely.
“… Didn’t you make a fuss enough yesterday?”
“uh? who? Greta Andreev? Ia Rozekova?”
“Anyone. You even got an autograph from them.”
“Oh, this is different. How can you not look at me when they come and go right in front of me?”
When it was decided that persuasion was impossible, Lee Yong-soo soon chose to reprimand himself.
When you choke because your body is itching, cut it like a knife.
I thought he was full of energy, so I reluctantly brought him to prevent accidents, but he caught the attention of others by making eye contact.
But I can’t just leave it like this.
After a lot of brainstorming, he finds a way.
“Do you know where we are going?”
“yes? no.”
“casino.”
“casino? Here?”
The sight of her eyes rounding all of a sudden worked well no matter who saw it.
“Because it’s here. Even heroes need to relieve stress. A long road runs along the railroad tracks, doesn’t it?”
“uh.”
“On this side, there are only combat-related facilities. Jewelry dealers, weapons and armor stores, other general stores and halls, and so on. But if you walk all the way in here… … .”
“There are only trees and empty space?”
“There you are.”
on the railroad.
While private contractors are loading cannons with large cranes, if you pass by several shops and enter an alleyway-
In the distance, in a spot sparsely planted, stands a shack.
The entrance was surrounded by wire mesh, leaving a space where the forearms could barely fit, and there were cigarette packs inside, but there were no signs.
“… Is this a gambling place?”
“right.”
“I think I’m on the verge of collapsing… Then why did you come to the gambling hall?”
“I need something.”
The moment a suspicious look came to mind.
Soon, the rugged tone unique to Russians flew in.
The shopkeeper and the gatekeeper of a secret place had appeared.
“Что дать (what do you need)?”
[chocolate.]
[chocolate?]
[With hawthorn flavor.]
[…] Anything else?]
[Give me a pack of cigarettes. Petunia scent is enough.]
And sometimes, the perfect answer raises doubts.
[…] It is not sold to Asians.]
[Don’t bullshit. Since when did you decide to sell or not sell based on skin color? Open the door.]
[…] money.]
[It’s not your role to check the bottom line.]
However, because there was no wrong part in the words Lee Yong-su said. Within a moment, the iron bars twisted and the door to the basement opened.
“… oh my god.”
“Don’t fall, stay close.”
“Is it dangerous here? dangerous… Is that a place?”
“… To a large extent, yes. Dangerous.”
Since this is an act that has only been seen in movies, Lim Seol-ha’s pupils light up, and the boy shakes his head, thinking that there is no need to deny it.
If the hall is a playground in the sun, the gambling house is an amusement park in the dark.
In hindsight, it wasn’t even that wrong.
In fact, as I went down the stairs, the air became thick and a foul smell came over me.
It smells like a sweet and pungent tobacco.
It is opium.
[…] You are a unique guest. Go to the left and start by exchanging money. First-time visitors must also leave a deposit.]
But anyway, Lim Seol-ha’s curiosity knows no bounds.
From exchanging wads of dollars for chips, to a spacious basement with 20 tables, to a crowded room even in the morning and a secluded secret room.
He didn’t ask a question about whether he would be kicked out of the inn, but he didn’t know how to stop the hair turning to the side.
“Sit over there.”
“… … ?”
Then all of a sudden
Lee Yong-su points to an empty seat and pushes his back.
Again.
A white ball the size of a finger is bouncing around on the table.
In addition, numbers are written in each black and red section based on the central column, it is a roulette game at a glance.
“me? do i sit Why?”
“You said you came because you needed something. I have something else to find out.”
“… but-“
“Don’t be afraid, just relax. you can lose money I’ll attach the parrot, so you won’t have to worry about safety.”
“I never gambled in the first place!”
“You can just look at it and place a chip on the number you like.”
“no… hey! Where!”
And so.
The girl was slammed into the middle of the gambling hall.
Tok, tok.
“… … ?”
“What are you doing? Grab your chips.”
With a parrot perched on your shoulder.