In the dark night, a train was driving in the darkness ahead at a speed that was not very fast.

In addition to the head locomotive illuminating the road lights, only a little light appeared on the top of the entire train.

"Dad, how long will it take to get to your destination? I want to go out to play, I want to go to kindergarten to play with the children..."

A crisp female voice made Ivan Victor, who had just returned to the car, look demented.

He couldn't answer his daughter's question.

It was already early morning, but the little girl was not sleepy at all.

She was not as lively as an ordinary little girl, curled up in the arms of her blond mother, and her beautiful blue eyes were looking at her suddenly dull father with anticipation.

"Ivan, how long will it take to arrive? I can no longer stand it! It's like being in a prison, not even as good as a prison, at least there is still time to let the prison go..." An Feiya's face was haggard.

Ivan Victor really doesn't know how to answer the question from his wife and daughter.

He didn't know when he would arrive at his destination.

"We have been leaving Moscow for seventeen days, and on this train, there are two weeks. We are for Bellara's better future, not for her to grow in prison..." Blond Anfia's tone became resentful.

This kind of discussion has been held many times by the couple.

"No, to be precise, it has been eighteen days, sixteen days and four hours on the train..." Ivan Victor corrected his wife's mistake and said firmly: "It should be soon..."

"Dad, you said it many times, it should be soon..." The cute Bellara pouted.

He had completely disbelief of his father's answer.

"Dad, where are we going? After we arrive, can I really go to kindergarten to play with the children?" Bellara saw that her parents were unhappy and sensible, she didn't ask how long it would take.

The story of Mom's Association has made her tired of listening to it.

"Don't worry, Bellara, there are better kindergartens there, and there are many cute kids playing with you. We will never be hungry again..."

Ivan Victor assured his daughter.

Along the way, in addition to being unable to leave the carriage, various supplies were much more abundant than they did in the Soviet Union.

Even the living conditions in the carriage were better than the original institute.

Sometimes there is a lack of supplies, and there are canned beef, canned fruits, etc. What makes him unaccustomed to is that he is tired of eating canned beef.

They can eat as much as they can in the Soviet Union.

I have been living on trains for so many days. If the people in the carriage don’t look at the time, they don’t even know whether it is day or night.

All they knew was that the train was leaving the Soviet Union and took them to a new work unit.

The situation in the Soviet Union is irreversible. Even though Ivan Victor is an expert in rocket engines and a technical backbone in the institute, he has not received a salary for two years, and the research in the institute has already stopped.

Losing the source of income, the whole family life was unsustainable, so I could only make a living by setting up a street stall in Ivan Victor.

Everyone is setting up street stalls, and ordinary people have no money and cannot afford luxury goods such as canned cows...

For his daughter Bellara, who was less than six years old, Ivan Victor accepted the invitation of his wholesaler who set up a street stall to pick up goods and left the Soviet Union...

Where to go, my wife Anfia didn't know.

Ivan Victor himself didn't know, but he only knew it in China.

Under the arrangement of the little wholesale leader, Ivan Victor's family got into a car with several other companies in the office.

The car drove along the railway to Siberia for two days and finally got on the train parked on the track in a remote place.

Since then, I have never gotten out of the car.

"Anfia, don't worry, no matter how bad the situation is, for Bellara, we can't go back to the same days as before. She needs a good growth environment. She shouldn't be hungry, nor should she follow us on the street stalls every day, but study in kindergarten..."

Ivan Vikodo reminds his wife.

Ampia began to coax Bellara to sleep. Ivan Victor picked up the cigarette and lighter on the small table next to him, got up from the private room, and went to the passage outside.

Even if he just came back.

There were faint lights on the narrow passage, and Mattvik and Igor, who were in the same institute as Ivan Victor, were also smoking in the aisle.

Next to it is their laboratory.

The carriage has a complete exhaust system, and the smoke smell will not stay for too long.

Mattvik handed me a cigarette to Ivan and lit it, "You should enter China now, right?"

"Who knows... I don't know how long it will take, the child can't stand it anymore..." Ivan spit out a series of smoke rings and said melancholy. "Are we wrong?"

Ivan Victor asked how many others.

The others shook their heads in confusion.

They don't know if it's wrong.

They just want to make their families live a better life.

They contributed everything to the country, but they could not even support their families.

"Apart from not being able to get off the bus or do experiments, everything here is much better than before, and it will definitely be better in the future. They need our technology..." Matvik's words aroused the approval of several people.

These are the backbone of the core technology of the Rockets. In the research institute, they only know how to design and develop technology, but they almost starve to death.

"At least, I'm better off than the officials of the institute. They don't have as many canned beef and canned fruits as we do, nor do they smoke as much as we do..." Igor's words made the others laugh.

"Those damn things! They sold almost all the research equipment in the institute, and even some confidential technical information was sold as waste by them... and the money went into their pockets..." Ivan Victor gritted his teeth and said.

It was because of these situations in their research institute that they finally made them determined to leave.

Even if they wrote letters to the discipline inspection department and reported it, it would be useless and they were even expelled from the institute.

Otherwise, how could a powerful Rocket expert make a living by setting up street stalls to buy all kinds of small commodities and canned food?

"They will be retribution sooner or later. I am not optimistic about our future... There is a saying internationally that in China, it is better to sell tea eggs than those who engage in missiles. Although we are rockets, it is no different from those who study missiles... But what are tea eggs?"

Igor's words made the others sad.

China has very little investment in this regard.

"How long will it take to get to the destination? If it really doesn't work, we should also let us go and move... If this continues, it will take too long to make a shadow in everyone's heart..." Ivan Victor took a sip of cigarettes and broke the awkward atmosphere.

After getting on the train, the longer the train runs, the more confused they are about the future.

China, can they show their strengths?

"Or why, go and ask Chen?" Mattwick didn't want to discuss the future anymore.

If you don't see hope, they will be crazy.

It was originally a matter of leaving one's own country for a glimmer of hope.

"Go and ask, at least you have to know how long it will take. Elira has been making trouble several times. She is too young..." Igor also felt that he could not continue the topic just now.

"Anyone has always lived in a narrow space. Even if there is sufficient supplies, no place to play or work, it is difficult to stay for a long time..." Matvik sighed.

Several people walked towards the area where the middle car door was located.

There, there are three Chinese translators.

Since the three of them got in the car, they have been staying in a narrow corridor that is only more than one meter wide, and their food is much worse than that of the people in the car.

Even if the canned food was not canned beef, but canned beef offal, no one ate this thing in the Soviet Union.

The others are compressed biscuits, and there is no canned fruit to supplement vitamins, so they rarely enter the carriage to disturb them except when going to the toilet.

After a few people arrived at the aisle, they found that there were a few more people in the already narrow middle area, which seemed crowded.

Moreover, the extra people were wearing military uniforms without military ranks and other signs.

Fully armed!

Seeing this, they couldn't help but frown.

A thin middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing black-framed glasses that covered half of his face, and a faint sour smell on his body, asked several people in Russian: "Comrades, do you have any needs? Please tell me, we will try our best to satisfy you..."

"Chan, how long will it take for us to get to our destination?" Ivan Victor looked at the young man who had been in the aisle since they got in the car.

He even felt a little sorry for these people.

Even sometimes they invited these Chinese people to rest in the private room in the carriage, they were rejected.

During the long journey of the train, they all slept on the ground.

In order to save them water for bathing, these Chinese people drink water themselves and are strictly quantified.

No Soviet technical experts in the entire carriage look down on these people because of their sloppy image.

Along the way, these people were responsible for all the supplies replenishment.

Even they made various requests, and these people tried their best to meet them along the way.

"I have entered China now. If nothing unexpected happens, I can reach my destination in one week at most... I'm very sorry for keeping you inside and not being able to go out for activities..."

Matvik looked at Chen Anping: "Chen, it doesn't matter how long we stay in the car, but the children and women can't stand it... We hope that somewhere can allow them to get off the car and move..."

Mattvik's request made Chen Anping, the person in charge of this carriage, embarrassed.

From the very beginning, a strict plan was made for the entire itinerary.

These personnel are precious professional talents. In order to keep it confidential, whether on the Siberian Railway or after entering the country, it is difficult to move on to avoid being seen...

Even if they are in contact with people in other cars before they arrive at their destination, they may cause some unnecessary problems.

"Everyone, I will convey your request to my superiors. You also know that I can't make any decision on this matter..."
Chapter completed!