In New York, on the streets of the Russian neighborhood near Brighton Beach, Ivankov is pushing Yuri, who is in a wheelchair, out for a walk, and the two talk and laugh like a father and son.
"Ivankov, take your nephew out for a walk" "Ivankov, come and sit in my tavern when you have time, I have good vodka here, I'm in for a treat" From time to time, acquaintances greeted Ivankov on the street, and Ivankov responded one by one.
Although he has only lived in this place for a week, Ivankov seems to have become a celebrity in Brighton Beach, and everyone is happy to deal with him.
And it all started with a robbery that Ivankov and Yuri encountered on the first day of their arrival.
Ivankov arrived at Brighton Beach in an ambulance that day, first found a clinic to house Yuri, then found a place to stay and settled down temporarily, and the ambulance was abandoned by him in an alley in the neighboring community.
After all this was done, Ivankov was about to go to a bank to withdraw some money, but unfortunately encountered a robbery.
Ivankov had just walked through the door of the bank, only to find everyone lying on the ground strangely.
Just when Ivankov felt strange, a revolver was aimed at his temple.
"Raise your hands, don't speak, walk slowly, hurry" Although the other party was masked, he could still hear that the other party's voice was full of fear and nervousness.
Ivankov did as the other man said, he raised his hands and slowly walked to the counter, turning his back to the guy behind him.
The guy roughly checked that Ivankov was unarmed, and then slammed him on the forehead.
Then he went back to the door to let the wind out.
Ivankov stood outside the counter and clearly saw two fellows who were also masked with large woven bags, frantically filling them with money, not even coins "You stupid x, the big bills have been recorded, and even if you take them, you won't be able to spend them," Ivankov teased.
"Shut up, you old bastard, I think you want to eat guns" One of the robbers, who was busy filling his pocket with money, was startled by Ivankov's sudden words, he cursed on his lips, but his hands did not stop for a moment, still holding money.
"Almost, if you don't go any further, it's coming," Ivankov reminded in a playful tone.
"I told you not to make noise, didn't you hear" One of the robbers, distraught by Ivankov, immediately came over with a gun.
"Hey, man, I mean something," Ivankov touched from the counter, and then began to sigh.
However, the other party obviously did not want to let him go, and his steps were getting faster and faster, getting closer and closer to Ivankov.
Ivankov smiled, and suddenly he rushed sideways, and suddenly there was a pen in his hand, and Ivankov stabbed it hard into the throat of the robber who was pointing the gun at him.
A gunshot rang out, the glass of the bank shattered, and the robbers detained the plane before they fell, but Ivankov was not hit.
He snatched the gun and shot it at another robber.
"Bang" Ivankov shot but missed, he quickly shrunk to dodge the other side.
All the customers in the bank who were lying on the ground were stupid, and they were all clinging to the ground.
"Bang bang" Another robber who was standing at the counter just now used up all the bullets in one go, but he didn't hit Ivankov.
And the guy standing at the door and watching the wind held the gun for a long time, but never pulled the trigger.
Ivankov was no longer polite, he straightened up and deducted the flight at the two guys.
The two robbers were so frightened that they ran away.
Ivankov carried his gun and followed behind, shot after shot, one after the other, chased them into the street, and only stopped when he had used all the bullets.
Ivankov walked back to the bank, stroking his forehead where it had been hit by the robbers, feeling a pang of annoyance.
At this moment, everyone in the bank was looking at him in fear.
Ivankov stroked his forehead, sat down on the sofa, threw the gun into the trash can, and said to the others: "It's okay, get up" Five minutes later, the rest of the people who survived the catastrophe were relieved.
They gathered around Ivankov and constantly thanked him for his kindness, Ivankov had never received such treatment in his life, although he was modest in his mouth, but in his heart he was actually happy.
However, he didn't do it out of any sense of justice, it was just because those guys hit him on the head with guns.
When the police arrived, they briefly investigated the scene, and then the ambulance took away the guy who had been put in the throat by the pen, and the guy was a black man, with a strong physique, and he was stunned that he was not dead.
The police did not make it too difficult for Ivankov, after all, there were many eyewitnesses at the scene, and everyone could prove that Ivankov drove away the robbers out of self-defense.
Ivankov was against the Soviet police, and he had no ill feelings towards the American police.
His attitude was quite cooperative, and after the bankers helped him with the withdrawal procedures, Ivankov left here and went back to take care of Yuri.
But what Ivankov did not expect was that soon his heroic deeds spread throughout the Russian community.
Coupled with the fact that his affair was published in the Russian-language newspapers that night, many people knew Ivankov.
After a few days of recuperation in the clinic, Yuri was finally able to stay in the hospital again.
He was taken back by Ivankov to a two-story apartment facing the street, where the two were to live for a while.
Until I thought of a solution to those Irish.
The doctor told Yuri to come back regularly for check-ups, but nothing else was said.
On the way back, people kept greeting Ivankov, and Yuri knew that Ivankov had done such a big thing.
Neither Ivankov nor Yuri, who settled down, were cooks, and every meal they had was served in the Russian restaurant in the neighborhood.
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Especially at dinner time, many people will come to talk to them.
Yuri has been to a lot of places over the years, and his knowledge has gradually increased, and so has Ivankov, who likes to chat with them and listen to more and more people about their legendary careers, many Russian residents who have lived here for many years are full of curiosity about the mysterious Soviet Union and the war in Afghanistan, coupled with respect for Ivankov, everyone has also begun to tell them about their life troubles, or consult about the problems encountered in life, just one week.
Yuri and Ivankov unwittingly began to become the backbone of the inhabitants here. t1706231537: