At six o'clock in the morning, Mr. Petrov suddenly opened his eyes from his sleep. He couldn't help but sigh. This was a habit developed in years of prison, and this habit might not be changed in this life. He reached out and turned on the desk lamp at the head of the bed, put on his nightgown, went to the bathroom to wash, then built his beard in front of the mirror, and finally prayed to God to have a good day at the cross on his chest.

With a cigar and a cup of strong coffee, Mr. Petrov sat on the sofa and stared out the window in a daze. How many days and nights did Mr. Petrov sit on the bed of his small cell like this, looking at the view outside the window in a daze, from black hair to white hair.

Boris's door opened and he walked towards his father. Dad Petrov poured a cup of coffee and handed it to Boris. Boris took the coffee and yawned a big yawn.

"What are you looking at, Dad?" Boris looked at Dad's appearance and felt a little strange.

"It's nothing. People are old and thinking about some things before!" Old Petrov's father looked a little panicked and quickly responded.

Boris called and ordered two breakfasts to the room, including bolling cakes, sour cream, caviar, smoked fish and ham, and a pot of black tea. The rich breakfast made Dad Petrov feel good. The good news from Seriosha cleared the worries that had been pressing on Dad Petrov and Boris for several days. Seriosha promised to pick up Boris and Dad Petrov to go to the city of Tyumen today. The two of them finally no longer had to stay in the city party committee guesthouse like they were in jail.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the car that came to pick up Boris and Petrov's father finally arrived. As usual, the person driving was Yakov. The underworld celebrity who had just opened his reputation in Tyumen, still seemed to be a playful little brother in front of Petrov's father and Selyosha. When Boris and Petrov's father got into the car, Yakov turned his head and asked, "Where are we going?"

"Of course, where to go where to go, you need to ask!" Boris gave the back of his younger brother Yakov's head. Yakov thought for a while, but didn't ask everyone's opinion. The car headed straight to a shooting hall outside Tyumen. Yakov had been with local merchants in Tyumen several times, and it felt pretty good. Although there were only pistols and rifles there, Yakov felt very satisfied. The four people came to the shooting hall and booked a shooting range. Each of the four people had a pistol and another one.

The rifle, pistol is a common standard pistol stock, Karev-TT33, and the rifle is Simonov rifle. The price of bullets is very expensive, but for Seriosha, the price is just a blizzard. Boris and Yakov screamed while squandering the bullets. Petrov's father also came out a few shots. Compared to pistols, the father prefers rifles. These two guns have a big recoil. Seriosha was a little uncomfortable at first, but after firing a few shots, he finally found the feeling.

Lunch was to eat a few ham sandwiches in the shooting hall. Lunch in the West was not a regular meal, and everyone was having fun, so although the taste was generally good, everyone only ate a few. In the afternoon, Boris and Yakov, two guys who touched the gun for the first time, began to taste the bitterness. The huge recoil of these two guns made the arms and shoulders of the two guys start to ache. Seeing that everyone was almost playing, Seryosha suggested changing places.

Yakov suggested that there was a Turkish bath in the nearby town. Everyone could relax after a day of tiredness, so everyone naturally had no objection. Yakov's hand hurt so much that the driving work was naturally handed over to Selyosha. This Turkish bath was not open for business, and only regular customers could enter. Yakov was also recommended by those businessmen to come here. Selyosha and the others were stopped outside by the bathroom staff. When Yakov got out of the car, the staff respectfully invited everyone in, which made Boris look at him with admiration.

The bathroom was foggy, and everyone walked in naked. Under the introduction of the service staff, they first wet their bodies with hot water, and then lay on the hot marble platform. The waiter who was responsible for rubbing his body would wear a thin glove made of towel, and while massaged, he slowly wiped the customer's body until all the dirt on the customer's body was rubbed out. Then they would rinse the customer's body and then apply a special bathing foam to the customer, which smelled of mint and camphor, which smelled refreshing. After about ten minutes, the waiter rinsed them clean again.

The waiter's skillful massage techniques and warm marble platform made Selyossa and others completely relax. The physical and mental exhaustion caused by the tension and worry for several days disappeared here. Selyossa enjoyed this lazy feeling very much. Everyone stayed here all afternoon. When they went out, Selyossa felt a complete transformation, which made him feel that the trip was worth it. He gave the masseur a considerable tip.

By the time everyone left there, it was almost evening. Seriosha was driving on the small road back to the city. Everyone was about to find a restaurant after returning to Tyumen. At this moment, a sound of engine acceleration attracted Seriosha's attention. He looked back from the reversing mirror and couldn't help but feel shocked. He saw a hand stretching out from the window of the passenger seat of the accelerating car behind him, holding a bright pistol.

Seriosha shouted: "No, there is a gun in the car behind." Then he stepped on the accelerator to speed up the car. When the car behind saw Seriosha speeding up, he also accelerated to catch up. The guy in the co-pilot shot casually. The rear glass of Seriosha's car was broken, and Petrov's father screamed. Seriosha felt panic, causing the car to speed too fast when turning, and the car flew out of the road and crashed into a big tree on the side of the road.

Yakov pulled out his Tokarev pistol and fired it, but in desperation, he forgot to open the insurance. Seeing this, Selyosha snatched the pistol. The car behind him shot it in a mess and shot it on Selyosha's car and glass. Selyosha did not change his face. He pushed open the car door and jumped out of the car door. After aiming for a while, he shot it and shot it. The bullet hit the reversing mirror of the car behind. Selyosha did not hesitate for a moment, and another shot was another shot. The bullet passed through the front windshield and hit the gunman in the co-pilot. Then two more shots hit the driver of the car. The car lost control and drove into the ditch on the side of the road. Selyosha fired two more shots, but the car did not respond. Selyosha knew in his heart that Tokarev-TT33 had only 8 bullets, and it would be difficult to deal with if there were other people in the car. Selyosha pointed the car with a gun and slowly leaned over.

There was no movement in the car. It was not until she walked to the car that Selyosha breathed a sigh of relief. There were indeed only two people in the car. Selyosha shot the two people again. Then she ran back to check the father's condition. She saw that the father's neck was covered with blood, and the father's hand was covering the place, but the man kept saying that it was okay.

Seryosha carefully checked his father's injuries. Although he was bleeding a lot, he did not suffer any major injuries. He was just a piece of flesh knocked off his earlobe. Papa Petrov was about to see God less than one centimeter away.
Chapter completed!