"Brother, are you here?"
"My God, Davarich, why are you here?" When Zhulikov saw Nikolaev in front of him, he was really shocked.
"Davarich, we haven't seen each other for almost five years. I miss you so much!" Nikolaev, the director of the Er Mao Shipyard, said excitedly.
"Well, come in quickly. Elena, go and buy two bottles of vodka. I want to drink with my Davarich!" Zhulikov welcomed his old friend into the house and then said to the kitchen.
After a while, a woman with a waist like a bucket came out. She put her hands in her pockets and looked at Zhulikov awkwardly.
There was a hint of awkwardness on Zhulikov's face, but he still said, "Elena, go and have a good discussion with Ivan's father. Ask him to give me … My best friend, Davarich, is here. How can I not treat him a glass of vodka?"
"I know!" Elena nodded. She tidied up a little and went out. When she left, she didn't seem to have taken her wallet.
"I didn't expect Elena to still be so beautiful after not seeing her for a few years. We are still the same as when we first met!" Nikolaev said with a trace of nostalgia.
"Yes, the first time we met, we were on the blue waves. I was a private, you were a boiler worker, and Elena was a nurse in the base. I caught you secretly drinking the alcohol we used for combat … Oh my god, that was industrial alcohol. God knows how you survived!" Zhu Likov sighed with emotion as he reminisced about their youthful days.
Then the two of them looked at the photos hanging on the wall at the same time. Zhulikov and Nikolaev's appearance hadn't changed much. They were still the same as when they were young.
It was just that the woman in the photo was quite tall, but her figure was quite slender, and her small face was as white as milk. It was hard to imagine that the woman in the photo was the bucket-like Elena.
It couldn't be helped. Everyone knew that Russian girls had a long shelf life. After the age of 30, they basically had to develop horizontally.
After a few minutes, Elena came back with the alcohol and even a piece of bacon. Elena's eyes seemed to be a little wet. She handed the alcohol to Zhulikov and went directly into the kitchen to play with the bacon.
This should be the next dinner for the two of them.
"Come, drink! As long as we have vodka, we can forget all our troubles! " Zhulikov opened the two bottles of vodka at the same time. He didn't use a glass. He drank directly from the bottle, as if he hadn't drunk alcohol for a few years.
Nikolaev, who was actually more fond of alcohol than Zhulikov, took a few sips and put the bottle down.
It couldn't be helped. After drinking the best vodka, Nikolaev couldn't get used to this kind of vodka that was obviously made from alcohol mixed with water.
"What? You're so generous that you don't like Davarich's liquor!" Seeing Nikolaev's attitude, Zhulikov couldn't help but feel a bit angry. "What?
"My Davarich," Nikolaev, "Nikolaev suddenly, Nikolaev.
"You …" Nikolaev. Zhulikov's face turned even uglier. Nikolaev looked around Zhulikov's house and said, "The layout of this house has changed a lot since I came here 10 years ago. At least half of the things are gone." And your refrigerator, color TV, air conditioner, they all seem to be gone! "
"Nikolaev, is this why you came to me today?" Zhu Likefu was infuriated. He stood up and pointed at Zhu Likefu's nose. "You bastard! Just because you're the director of the factory, you sucked the blood of our motherland to fatten yourself. Now, you're here to show off. Are you trying to tell me that Elena made a huge mistake by not choosing you back then?!" Zhu Likefu was furious.
"Elena …" Nikolaev couldn't help laughing. "I already have a grandson. Why would I care about Elena? Well, my Davarich, I'm here today to help you!"
Well, if Elena was still the Elena of 30 years ago, Nikolaev might have other thoughts. But the problem was that Elena had become like that. Nikolaev was a gentleman, and he would never take someone else's beloved.
"Help me? Are you purposely trying to make me angry? "Zhu Likefu scolded and finished half a bottle of vodka in one breath.
"I was just provoking you. Forget it. To tell you the truth, I have found a job for you. I don't know if you are willing to do it," Nikolaev said.
"Work!" Zhulikov stared and said, "If you want me to go to your factory to screw the screws for you, then let me tell you, I will never go!"
"I am an eagle soaring in the sky. I will never dance with a hammer on the ground for you!"
"You have to go. If you don't, I will smash your brain with a hammer. Have you forgotten that we already owe Old Ivan 10000 rubles? If you don't work, we will die together! " As a result, before Nikolaev could speak, Elena rushed into the kitchen with a kitchen knife and said loudly.
It turned out that Elena had been eavesdropping on the two of them.
"Don't … Don't I have an allowance …"
"What allowance? It has been almost 10 years since the fall of the motherland. Not a penny has been given to you. The things at home, including my dowry, have almost been sold out by you. Do you still think you are the dignified Flight Captain Zhulikov?" Elena said, and she was about to cry.
Seeing his wife cry, Zhulikov could only sigh. After hesitating for a long time, he said weakly to Nikolaev, "Well, I will go to your factory to screw the screws!"
"When did I say that I want you to come to my factory to screw the screws?" Nikolaev said with a wry smile. "To tell you the truth, I am now thinking about how to get rid of the functions in the factory every day. I don't dare to hire any more workers!"
"You have not had an allowance for almost 10 years, and I have not had a job for 10 years. How can I pay you a salary?"
"I understand now. You're just here to tease me. I'm going to blow your head off!" Zhu Likefu picked up the bottle of beer.
"Hey, I only said that I have no job for you in my factory. I didn't say that I don't have any other jobs!" Nikolaev rolled his eyes and said, "I tell you, this job is not for you to screw the screws on the ground. It is for you to go back to the sky and soar in the sky again, to be an eagle!"
"What!" Zhulikov loosened the wine bottle in his hand and smashed it directly on the table. It suddenly shattered. Some glass fragments cut Zhulikov, but he did not feel any pain.
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