The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 69: Sexy Dinner (Part 1)


Gu Tie evenly distributes the neural signals from the real world and the electrical signals from the quantum network, observing the movements of the two worlds with one mind and two.

He was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, waiting from afternoon to dusk, "Pure Land" was silent.

Two plump magpies flew past the window of the cabin. Gu Tiexian searched for the information of the two birds boredly and learned that they are common magpie subspecies pica pica sericea in Northeast Asia, one of them left foot It is covered with an orange plastic ring with a GPS chip.

Gu Tieshun found the owner of the plastic ring through the chip number: Dr. Miguel Pavlovich of the Ornithological Institute of the St. Petersburg Science Center of the Russian Academy of Natural Sciences, who was on the desktop of Dr. Pavlovich’s terminal He drew a smiley face to show that he "visited here", and then looked at the surprised expression of the middle-aged bald doctor through the camera and laughed. After the laugh, I felt that I was really bored.

The sky is completely dark. There was a soft knock on the door, "Mr. Iron, dinner is ready." The hostess whispered in unskilled English.

"Oh, I...well. Come here." Gu Tie asked his stomach for a second, and his grunting abdomen told him that it was time to add some sugar and fat.

He took off the coil of the satellite receiver, turned off the buzzing Russian machine, stood up and put the pistol under the pillow into the pocket of the bib, moved the closet blocking the door, and opened the door to the living room.

The long dining table that can accommodate ten people is covered with a brand new red checkered tablecloth. On the table is a pair of beautiful square tin candlesticks. Natalia spreads the napkins and puts the tableware. Fine-tune it carefully so that the knife and fork are completely parallel to the line of the tablecloth. The hostess was wearing a blue cotton dress, a white collarless shirt, and her blond hair rolled up a tall bun, revealing a swan-like slender neck.

Beauty. Gu Tie commented again, he stretched out his hand to say hello, pulled the chair away and sat down.

Natalia struck a match and lit the ten candles on the two candlesticks one by one. Gu Tie looked at the busy figure of the hostess suspiciously, but it didn't take a few minutes before he understood. The light suddenly went out, and the light of white wax illuminates the entire living room, reflecting the wooden house swayingly.

"The abbot of Shaolin in the 1980s after the 1980s. He said it was for safety reasons, I don’t understand. The diesel generator is in a cave half a kilometer away. Adding diesel is a very annoying task. Fortunately, there are men here. Be a guest." The hostess put down the steaming little goat steak and said with satisfaction.

"Of course, of course, power lines and cable TV lines are not safe. Ipu countries also have traditional hackers hired by gtc. I understand. I'm going to tinker with the generator now..." Gu Tie stared at the tender and juicy meat steak. Swallowed, "Or... before going after dinner?"

"Even if you are hanging, you have to eat your fill first." Natalia put red cabbage soup, goat milk brewed yogurt, potato sauerkraut salad, cream-baked assorted vegetable garlic bread, sausages, and put them on the table in turn. A crystal retort filled with transparent liquor was placed in front of Gu Tie, and he opened the chair back and sat opposite Gu Tie.

"No, no, vodka is my door... I have Erguotou." Gu Tie was frightened and waved his hand hurriedly.

The hostess did not give him the right to choose, she pulled out the cork of the crystal bottle and filled two small swallowing cups, picked up one, and handed the other to Gu Tie’s hand, changing to Russian. "You must try this kind of wine. In 1962 in the Soviet era, Nikita Sergeyevich Khrushchev ordered the development of a high-grade vodka after returning from his visit to Cuba, which would be used by party and state leaders. On the second day of drinking, you can continue to participate in the meeting. It is pure and no other ingredients are added. This plan is called the sv plan, which means special vodka for the Kremlin.

Many famous scientists have participated in the development of special wines. Scientists have discovered a new method to purify alcohol, so that the wine contains only alcohol and water, and the taste is very good. Even the Minister of Foreign Affairs Andre Grove, who never drinks. Mi Ke also likes the special wine.

There are only three factories producing special wines, located on the outskirts of Moscow, on the Crimean Peninsula and Belarus. The technological processes of the wineries are top-secret and strictly prevented from leaks. After Khrushchev’s resignation, the three factories were quickly closed. This sv vodka has since disappeared in the history of the former Soviet Union.

One year ago, Bishnoi bought an abandoned factory building while setting up a safe house on the outskirts of Gronod. A batch of this special vodka was found underneath the factory. To be precise, a Of the hundred and seventy-three bottles, only sixty bottles are well-preserved and drinkable. Mr. Iron, you may not like Volga, but you must taste the dusty history of the Soviet Republic, the history of the Belarusians being enslaved by the Russians. "

Gu Tie opened his eyes wide. He raised the glass and looked at the transparent liquor in the glass in amazement.

"This kind of strange thing can be bought at a good price at an international auction! It's too wasteful, too wasteful..." Gu Tie is not a good drinker, but he has been slightly drunk for several years. In his career, he is familiar with wine like his own blood. The most precious wine he has ever drunk before is half a bottle of Moutai produced in 1962. Now he can’t remember the taste of Moutai. He only knew half a bottle of wine and got drunk four big men. ,-Good things have their own magic.

"Cheers, Mr. Tie. I don't understand or don't want to understand your business. Then, I wish you good health." The hostess raised her glass.

"Good health, Natalia." Gu Tie raised his glass to meet the beautiful Belarusian woman.

"You can call me Natasha." The hostess said, raising her glass to her lips. The lip color in the candlelight is delicate and beautiful.

"Wish you good health, Natasha. You can call me whatever you want." Gu Tie distressedly circled the wine that came out of the cup with his fingers.

The hostess sucked up the vodka in the glass, and Gu Tie opened her mouth wide, and poured the wine into her throat without spilling. The root of the tongue was sweet, and a hot line of fire raged from the throat to the stomach, and then rolled up to the forehead. The roots of the ears immediately ooze hot sweat, "Good time!" Gu Tiehe breathed out a sigh of wine and praised him. . Natalia smiled softly, filled two wine glasses, and announced the start of dinner.

The knife and fork collided with the porcelain plate, Gu Tie sent a large piece of lamb into his mouth, the teeth were lightly closed, and the full gravy splashed into his mouth impatiently, so that 9,000 taste buds all staggered all at once. —— Gu Tie almost flashed his tongue.

"Jie Yang...Is it raised by himself?" He swallowed, and asked slurredly.

"Well, not many, twenty or thirty, fed from childhood to adulthood. In order to increase the realism of the safe house, besides...with sheep, it is not so lonely." Natalia drank a glass of wine by herself , Said, holding his cheeks, looking at the candlelight.

Gu Tie’s mouth was filled with food, and he raised his thumb in a hurry.

"This time, you guys are in big trouble, right?" Natalia sighed softly and asked.

Gu Tie stopped chewing, thought about it, and nodded.

The hostess raised her glass to meet him. Two people each drank a small cup of special vodka.

"In fact, you don't need to explain our relationship.'Shiva' set a rule at the beginning of its establishment that pioneers who dedicated themselves to the revolution shall not set up a family for life, especially among core members.

The closest relationship I have with Bishnoi can only be the physical relationship. If there is something called love, it will only be born when you hug and die when you wake up.

The Russian woman named Amber, I can see that they have no physical relationship between them. He is just protecting her, protecting her like revolutionary comrades, comrades who were born to death, and their closest sisters. Her body, and feelings.

Bishnoy and I used to face the same danger. He has been protecting me even if he bet on life even when he was chased by the leaders of the Minsk gang. Until one day, the crisis is lifted and we find it increasingly difficult to leave each other. This shouldn't happen.

So, he left far away, and I built this hut in the mountains and waited quietly. Waiting for him to come, not waiting for him to come, he is coming, he is not coming, what is the difference? It's enough to see him, know where new scars have been added to his body, and know that he is still living in a difficult world. I dare not ask for more. "Natalia's white face was dyed pink with alcohol. She said to herself, not touching the table full of food, only one cup after another and drinking the Russian spirits as sharp as a knife. After each cup, she said. Put the octagonal wine glasses on the tablecloth grid and align them carefully.

Gu Tie put down the knife and fork and rinsed the food in his mouth with wine. "It turned out to be like this." He nodded, feeling a little regretful, and wanted to see the loneliness of the deep-bodied woman from the mistress's face, but no, the Belarusian woman said and said, with a smile on her face. This is a good woman. He thought to himself.


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