"Excuse me, is this Mr. Steven's clinic?" In the afternoon, Zhou Sen was putting things away downstairs, and the door to the clinic was ajar.
Suddenly, a familiar voice came in from outside the door.
"Miss Natasha, how did you find me here?" Zhou Sen was surprised, walked over, opened the door, and welcomed Natasha in.
"It was Galedin's father who told me." Natasha explained.
"Drink water." Zhou Sen poured a cup of hot water for Natasha.
"Thank you." Natasha thanked her and then sat down on the chair, "I came here because..."
"There's no need to say thank you. I just happened to meet her. We medical students can't just ignore death." Zhou Sen blocked Natasha's words and said.
"Mr. Steven is such a kind man."
"Miss Natasha, my place is very messy and not suitable for entertaining guests like you. How about we find a place to have a cup of coffee?" Zhou Sen said.
"That's fine, I know there's a good coffee shop on Amur Street." Natasha nodded and agreed.
"Ms. Natasha, wait a moment. I'm going to change some clothes." Zhou Sen nodded, got up and went upstairs.
After changing their clothes, Zhou Sen and Natasha went out.
Natasha was obviously a regular visitor to this coffee house. As soon as she opened the door and walked in, the waiter came over with a smile and bent down to greet her.
They just smiled politely at Zhou Sen behind them.
The two of them ordered a cup of coffee each and sat down.
"I heard from Galedin's father that when they sent Galedin to your clinic, you gave Galedin a black pill, right?" Natasha asked.
"Ms. Natasha, are you here to accuse me of not being qualified to practice medicine without a license?" Zhou Sen asked in surprise.
"No, Mr. Steven, you misunderstood. I am very curious about what kind of pill you gave Galedin and what effect it would have?" Natasha explained hurriedly.
"How to explain this? In fact, I don't know much about its pharmacology. It is a kind of elixir passed down from my family. It is specially used to treat internal injuries. Especially after the injury, it has the best effect if taken immediately. As for the reason, I I'm not sure." Zhou Sen said, he didn't even know the ingredients of the pills Bai gave him.
This was in Soviet Russia. Even if there was a recipe, he probably wouldn't be able to make it.
This is what Bai Yulan left for him to save his life. It is very precious. He doesn't have much left in his hands. If he can't use it, he won't use it.
"That's it." Natasha was slightly disappointed.
"Mr. Steven, you are doing well in the United States, why do you want to come to Soviet Russia and settle in Khabarovsk?" Natasha asked.
"On the one hand, this is my wife, Masha. She no longer has any relatives in the United States, but she still has an uncle in Khabarovsk. Her father's last wish was for her to come back to find relatives and try to settle down."
"What about you?"
"Although my parents are here, I am not an only child, and Chinese people have always been discriminated against in the United States. In fact, I would rather go back to my mother country, which was really invaded by the Japanese." Zhou Sen explained simply.
"In other words, you came to Russia for your wife?" Natasha asked.
"That's almost it. If I don't want to stay in the United States, a country where people are always discriminated against and looked down upon, there are other better choices, such as Soviet Russia or my mother country. But there is a war over there, and I don't have any connections in the country. For me, it would be safer to come to Soviet Russia with my wife," Zhou Sen said.
"Well, Mr. Steven has a medical license in the United States, but in our country, if you want to obtain the qualification to practice medicine, you still need to take an exam and obtain the qualification certification." Natasha said.
"What do I need to pass the exam?" Zhou Sen asked. He knew there was this exam, but he was not worried about the book theory test.
"The exam is not difficult. For Mr. Steven, as long as there is no problem with the language barrier, it will be easy to pass." Natasha said.
"Thanks."
"If Mr. Steven has any difficulties in Khabarovsk, you can come to me. Maybe I can help you." Natasha said.
"Okay, if I really encounter trouble that cannot be solved, I will definitely go find Miss Natasha." Zhou Sen nodded seriously.
This Natasha is interesting, she actually came here to find out more about herself.
…
"We have an appointment tomorrow night at the Yuhuo Bar." Zhou Sen came back, and so did Anna. She went to wake up the undercover agent in the border guard.
Get news about appointments.
"Yeah, I know, I can do it alone."
"How are you going to go, as Steven or Wasim?" Anna asked.
"Wasim." Zhou Sen said. Steven's identity is public, so naturally he can do it without being exposed.
"Okay, just be careful. Do you want to inform the hunters that they will be nearby to help you?"
"I'm going to meet, not to do anything bad. No need?" Zhou Sen said, "Or are you worried that he will betray me?"
"We are under the nose and nose of the Far East Intelligence Agency, so we should be careful." Anna reminded.
"It doesn't matter, I will adapt accordingly. If something goes wrong, I will stop the meeting." Zhou Sen said.
"I found that since you came to Khabarovsk, you have become much bolder." Anna looked at Zhou Sen and said.
"There is nothing I can do. If I continue to be timid, it will be easier for others to see my flaws." Zhou Sen explained, "By the way, the little boy named Galedin has woken up and is probably out of danger."
"knew."
"what's for dinner?"
"I want to eat noodles, mixed noodles."
"No problem, arrange it!"
…
The Yuhuo Bar, in fact, is a tavern in China, with a mix of good and bad, and all kinds of customers. The border guard officer chose to meet in such a crowded place because he was afraid of being discovered.
Moreover, the bar patrons come from all walks of life, including vendors, lumberjacks, fishermen, etc. They are all lower-class people.
There are no bartenders here, they just sell ordinary drinks, mainly beer and vodka, and the main snacks are Salo and pickles.
This kind of food is what Russians love most, and Zhou Sen is very grateful.
Zhou Sen put on a little makeup, had some wrinkles on his forehead, his hair was messed up, his temples were gray, his fingers were roughened, he had a shaggy beard, and he wore a dirty and torn windbreaker. , exactly like an alcoholic.
"Boss, let's have a beer." Zhou Sen arrived at the Yuhuo Bar in advance, found a seat near the door, and ordered a beer without ordering food.
In fact, the bar sells barbecue, but with his image, barbecue is something he can't afford, and drinking is the main thing.
Russian beer tastes good. It’s almost the same as what Zhou Sen drank in Bingcheng. Most Chinese people are not used to this kind of beer.
Zhou Sen has been drinking since he was a child and has long been used to it.
The appointment was made at eight o'clock in the evening. He was wearing a sailor uniform, a peaked cap, and a local newspaper rolled up in his arm. This was the typical attire of a newspaper typesetter.
It's impossible for a border guard officer to come here arrogantly wearing a military uniform. This is not a place where officers often come.
As long as he appears in military uniform, he will be too eye-catching.
As for the typesetters in newspapers, no one pays attention to them. They are all ordinary people at the bottom of society, and no one should look down on them.
Zhou Sen took a sip of the beer in his glass while observing the people coming in and out of the bar.
The smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of sweat is definitely a torment for Zhou Sen, who is sensitive to smells. Even ordinary people, if they are not used to the environment here, there are really not many people who can endure it.
Zhou Sen was not wearing a watch, which was inappropriate for his current status. However, there was a wall clock in the bar, and from where he was, he could see the time out of the corner of his eye.
Time passed bit by bit.
Soon, the hour and minute hands reached eight o'clock, which was the appointed time. Although Zhou Sen hated people who were not punctual.
However, in this world, there are many people who do not have the habit of punctuality, and if a spy who has been lurking for a long time has not been awakened, his life may have passed, and over time, his position and thoughts will change. changes happened.
This human heart is the most difficult to predict and control.
Zhou Sen doesn't want to have too many direct relationships with the people on the roster, which would become very unsafe for him.
It makes the most sense for Krasnov to control the operations of the entire group.
However, sometimes, he had to meet him, because after all, he couldn't completely trust Krasnov.
It was very contradictory. He was now working for the Japanese, but he was unwilling in his heart, but he did not dare to have any contact with the Soviet side.
Even more afraid to go directly to contact the people from the Soviet side. In that case, Anna and the hunters would send the news back as soon as possible and try their best to get rid of themselves.
Moreover, Bai Yulan and others in Bingcheng would definitely be poisoned by the Japanese, and he did not dare to take such a big risk.
Zhou Sen didn't wait too long. A young man who looked to be in his early thirties walked in. He was wearing a sailor uniform and a peaked cap. He had a newspaper under his left arm and a pair of rubber-soled shoes on his feet. At this time, he paused deliberately and lowered the brim of his hat.
Zhou Sen was sitting at the door. He came in and glanced at the other seats, and finally landed on the empty seat opposite Zhou Sen's table.
Zhou Sen is unfamiliar. Most of the people who come here to drink are acquaintances, and they are not alone. Zhou Sen has no acquaintances to accompany him, and the location in this bar is relatively wealthy, so there is no one sitting across from him.
Even if someone sat down, Zhou Sen would let them leave.
"You don't mind if you're alone?"
"I don't mind." Zhou Sen nodded.
"Have you read today's newspaper? The Japanese are provoking trouble on the Manchuria-Mongolia border, and war is about to break out." The visitor sat down, found the waiter, ordered a beer, and then said.
"Will there be another Hassan Lake incident?" Zhou Sen asked calmly.
"What do you think?"
"I hope it's not." Zhou Sen smiled slightly. This answer was very clever. Japan was defeated at Lake Hassan time. This also represents his current identity and position. He does not want the Japanese army to fail.
"How is the pastor?" The visitor took a sip of beer and lowered his head and asked.
"He is no longer here, I will take his place." Zhou Sen said calmly.
"Do you think you are qualified? We are all elected by pastors. We only obey his orders. Who do you think you are?"
"My name is Wasim, I look like a priest, you should know." Zhou Sen said.
"What ability do you have to make me obey you just because you are the adopted son of a pastor?" the person asked.
"you know……"
"No, this is impossible." The visitor looked horrified.
"You don't know a lot. Think about it, who do you think you are?" Zhou Sen took a slow sip of beer.
"What do you need me to do?"
"I want to know everything you can find out," Zhou Sen said.
"How should I contact you again?"
"Rent a house outside as a safe house for our meeting..." Zhou Sen ordered in a low voice.
"What reason?"
"You're a quartermaster, figure it out on your own."
