Fall in love with you reading the book network 630book, the fastest update of the godfather of the Soviet Union Seryosha sat on the cold concrete floor, leaning against the colder steel prison door, the suburbs of Moscow in early spring were still so cold, the cold wind blew into the small breathable window, and hit Seryosha from time to time, Seryosha did not feel any discomfort, only in this way could Seryosha calm down at this time.
The footsteps of the guards were heard outside the door again, and there was only one guard named Alexander in the confinement room, mainly because prisoners were not often held here.
Alexanders are not bad, in the words of the Lubyanka prison inmates, a not-so-fucked person.
On weekdays, the confinement room was empty, and Alexander had almost nothing to do every day, so he could just drink a little wine, read the newspaper, and pass the time of boredom.
In fact, that's exactly what he did.
Because of the clashes in the restaurant in the morning, the guardhouse of the Lubyanka prison today was particularly lively, and several thorns were locked up at once, including Chechens, Ingush, Slavs, Caucasians, etc.
The multi-ethnic character of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics is fully represented.
After settling the men in the morning, Alexander announced the rules here: "As long as you are not so fucked-up, I can do my best to accommodate your small requests, and even give you a sip of wine, but if you are restless, then don't blame me for being rude."
"The word less fucked up is so popular in Lubyanka prison that even the guards here use it.
Alexander was a smoker, and every half hour, he came to the end of the corridor of the confinement room to smoke.
So whenever footsteps sounded in the hallway, Seryosha knew that another half hour had passed.
After only one morning, some of the prisoners, who could not stand the smell of the confinement cell, began to howl, the sound was contagious, Alexander would knock on the prisoners' cell doors, open the small window on the door, and warn them to be honest, and if the prisoners had some minor requests that were not excessive, such as smoking a cigarette, Alexander would give them one.
Finally, at noon, the small window on the cell door was opened, and Alexander put the food on the small window and brought it in.
Seryosha hadn't eaten much in the morning, and it was so cold here that Seryosha was so hungry that his stomach hurt.
Papa Petrov is right, compared to the big cafeteria, the food here is really good.
The staple food is potato stew, bread, and even boxed milk.
The food was quickly swept away by Seryosha.
There was food in his stomach, which made Seryosha feel less cold.
After lunch, the plate was put away, and Seryosha continued to sit on the floor to pass the long, boring time, and the plan in his mind was revisited.
"This is already the best that can be achieved under the existing conditions."
Seryosha comforted himself.
The afterglow of the setting sun poured in through the small window of the confinement room, and Seryosha's mood became more and more nervous, and he kept thinking in his mind what to do if he failed.
No one can guarantee that the device will work 100%, and if it doesn't work, Seryosha will lose the trust of Daddy Petrov, and the possibility of escaping from prison again is almost zero, and then he will be locked up here for the rest of his life, maybe not for a lifetime, maybe he will have the opportunity to leave here after the collapse of the Soviet Union, but it will be eleven years later, and there will be several eleven years of life, when the Russian people can't even afford to buy food, not to mention that he is a person who has been imprisoned in the gulag Gulag refers to a labor camp in Russian, There is no such thing as the Gulag Archipelago, so what can he do if he lets it out.
These thoughts made Seryosha's mood even more irritable, and he paced back and forth in the cramped cell, anxiously waiting, until dinner time came.
Seryosha prayed that this would be the last meal in Lubyanka prison.
Although Seryosha had little appetite due to his irritability, he forced himself to eat up his dinner.
At seven o'clock, the radio sounded in the prison as promised, which made Seryosha even more nervous, believing that Daddy Petrov was as nervous as he was.
"Sir.
Alexander, give me a cigarette."
The prisoner in the cell, I don't know, shouted.
"I'll talk about it when I get back, you stupid pig."
Alexander replied.
Then came the sound of the door closing.
"He's probably going to go to the guard lounge for a coffee, it's been unattended for a while, and that's our chance, and it's time to give it a go."
Seryosha made up his mind.
When the time came for the action, Seryosha quickly opened the Bible, which had been hollowed out by Seryosha and contained two packets of metal powder, one containing a mixture of silver paint and rust that Seryosha had brought from the prison factory, the kind used to paint toys silver.
Silver powder paint is made into a liquid when it is used, and it usually exists in the form of powder, and its main component is aluminum.
The rust was brought by Seryosha in the waste accumulation area of the factory.
There was also a pack of powder that Petrov's father had gotten, and it was kept in the guards' lounge, where there were some barbells or something, and the magnesium powder rubbed on the body to prevent slipping.
These two packets were the keys to Seryosha to open the door of the confinement cell.
Another mixture of silver powder paint and rust is called thermite, they are to be mixed in a certain proportion, Seryosha does not have the conditions to mix strictly in proportion, but the approximate proportion is not wrong, this kind of thing needs magnesium powder to ignite, can produce a high temperature of about 3000 degrees, enough to melt the steel cast prison door.
Seryosha put the bag on the door lock, took out the match that was secretly hidden in his shoes, lit the match, and stretched out to the magnesium powder, unfortunately it was not lit, Seryosha took a deep breath, and took out another match, the color of the flame suddenly changed from orange to dazzling white, Seryosha hurriedly turned his head, this light is not good for the eyes, although the reaction is very violent, but there is no particularly loud sound, it will not attract the attention of others, after a few minutes, it can be clearly seen that the door lock has been burned through a big hole, The door opened with a slight push, and even some molten iron fell.
Seryosha walked out, the iron gate next to it was also burned and melted, and Daddy Petrov had apparently come out, and he saw Seryosha and smiled at him.
Seryosha gestured at him, telling him to be quiet, then gestured to Alexander's desk and made a lock-picking motion.
"Seryosha, what are you going to do?"
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asked Daddy Petrov.
"Let them all out, the more chaotic the better tonight.
Where did you hide something?"
asked Seryosha.
"Here."
Daddy Petrov pointed to his shoes.
No wonder he didn't look right when he walked.
Seryosha quickly put on a guard's uniform that he had dug out of Alexander's cupboard, and Daddy took the key to open the door.
One by one, the doors of the confinement cells were opened, and each of the prisoners released showed ecstatic expressions.
Even those few Chechens were grateful to Seryosha.
One of them even said to Seryosha: "If you get out of here alive, we will definitely repay you." ” Shortly after the music on the radio began.
"Boom" "Boom" A few loud bangs shook almost everyone.
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