On the streets of the Russian-American community near Brighton Beach in New York, Ivankov was pushing Yuri in a wheelchair for a walk. The two were chatting and laughing like a father and son.

"Ivankov, will you take your nephew out for a walk?"

"Ivankov, when you have time, come to my tavern! I have the best vodka here, I'll treat you!"

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From time to time on the street, acquaintances greeted Ivankov, and Ivankov responded one by one. Although I had only lived in this place for only a week, Ivankov seemed to have become a celebrity on Brighton Beach, and everyone was happy to deal with him. All of this originated from a robbery that Ivankov and Yuri encountered on the first day they came here.

That day Ivankov drove an ambulance to Brighton Beach. He first found a clinic to resettle Yuri, and then found a place to live and temporarily settled down. The ambulance was abandoned by him in an alley in the next community. After all this was done, Ivankov was about to go to a bank to withdraw some money, but he accidentally encountered a robbery.

Ivankov just walked into the bank gate, but found that everyone was lying on the ground strangely. Just when Ivankov felt it was strange, he pointed a revolver at his sun.

"Raise your hands, don't talk, walk forward slowly, hurry up!" Although the other party was covered in his face, he could still hear the other party's voice full of fear and tension.

Ivankov did as the other party said. He raised his hands and slowly walked to the counter, with his back facing the guy behind him. The guy roughly checked that Ivankov had no weapons on his body, and then slammed him hard on the forehead. Then he went back to the door and let the wind go.

Ivankov stood outside the counter and clearly saw two guys wearing big woven bags holding money inside, not even letting go of coins!

"You group of stupid x, your large amount of money have been recorded, and you can't spend it even if you take it away!" Ivankov joked.

"Shut up! You old maggot, I think you want to get a gun!" One of the robbers was busy putting money in his pocket, but was startled by Ivankov's sudden words. He cursed, but his hands didn't stop for a moment, and he was still holding money.

"It's almost done! If you don't leave, you'll be here!" Ivankov reminded in a playful tone.

"I told you not to make a noise, didn't you hear it?" A robber was upset by Ivankov and immediately walked over with a gun.

"Hey, man, I have good intentions!" Ivankov touched the counter and then started to be too late. But the other party obviously didn't want to let him go. His steps were getting faster and faster, getting closer and closer to Ivankov. Ivankov smiled, and suddenly he rushed forward with a pen in his hand. Ivankov stabbed it hard into the throat of the robber who was aiming his gun at him.

"Bang!" With a gunshot, the bank glass shattered. The robber fell down and detained the flight, but Ivankov was not hit. He snatched the gun and shot another robber.

"Bang!" Ivankov shot but failed to hit him. He quickly shrank and avoided the other party. All the customers lying on the ground in the bank were frightened and all were tightly pressed against the ground.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" Another robber who had just stood at the counter fired all the bullets in one breath, but did not hit Ivankov. The guy standing at the door and stared at the wind for a long time, but never pulled the trigger.

Ivankov was no longer polite. He straightened up and pulled off the flight at the two guys. The two robbers were so scared that they ran away. Ivankov carried the gun and followed behind, one after another, one after another, and one to the street. He stopped after firing all the bullets.

Ivankov walked back to the bank, touching the place where the robbers hit his forehead, feeling angry. At this moment, everyone in the bank was looking at him in fear. Ivankov stroked his forehead, sat on the sofa, threw the gun into the trash can, and said to the others: "It's okay, get up!"

Five minutes later, the people who survived the disaster recovered. They surrounded Ivankov and kept thanking him very much. Ivankov had never received such treatment in his life. Although he was humble, he was actually happy. However, he did not take action at that time because of his sense of justice, but it was just that those guys hit him on the head with guns that made him unhappy.

After the police arrived, they briefly investigated the scene, and then the ambulance pulled away the guy who was inserted into his throat with a pen. The guy was a black man, strong and did not die. The police did not make too much trouble 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 opposed the Soviet police and had no disgust towards the American police. His attitude was quite cooperative. After the bankers helped him with withdrawal procedures, Ivankov left here and went back to take care of Yuri.

However, what Ivankov did not expect was that his heroic deeds soon spread throughout the Russian community. In addition, his story was published in the Russian newspaper that night, and many people knew Ivankov.

After Yuri recuperated in the clinic for a few days, he finally didn't have to be hospitalized anymore. He was brought back by Ivankov to a two-story apartment facing the street, and the two of them temporarily had to live here for a while. Until they thought of a solution to the Irish people, the doctor told Yuri to come back for regular checkups, but nothing else said. On the way back, there were people greeting Ivankov constantly. Only then did Yuri realize that Ivankov had done such a big thing.
Chapter completed!