"Bring the national flag. No matter where you are, as long as you have the national flag, we are still great Soviets."

Molensky, who came in from outside the door, had red and swollen eyes.

Obviously, they all knew what was going on now.

Russia has issued the Declaration of National Sovereignty and held a presidential election, putting Russia, a national sovereignty that was originally part of the Soviet Union above the Soviet Union; before that, Lithuania had already broken away from the alliance...

All of this has been told that those with a keen sense of smell will no longer exist.

Night outside has begun to fall.

The car parked outside did not urge and there was enough time.

They are also Russians in Ukraine.

When the Soviet Union was there, they were people from a country. When the Soviet Union was gone, they were just foreigners living in Ukraine.

No one has a stronger sense of the country than those of them who were born under the Scythe Hammer and grew up under the Scythe Awl.

They cannot accept that this great country no longer exists.

Unfortunately, they are not senior Soviet leaders.

Even though the Soviet Union held a referendum across the Soviet Union, the people of 76.4 agreed to stay in the alliance and the other party was not the ordinary people who decided on this.

"Molensky, I...want to stay here..."

Urimov suddenly didn't want to leave.

This is where he grew up and where his motherland is.

"We cannot return to Russia if we don't leave. Here, we are not Ukrainians. The children have no more studies now, and we don't even have job opportunities, and we can't even support ourselves..." Molensky's face was full of resentment.

The tone is very low.

They are all Soviets, not recognized by Ukrainians, nor by Russia.

Only when the Soviet Union is there can they stand up their chests.

Otherwise, who would be willing to leave his hometown and leave like this?

"Yes, if you don't leave, what will the children do in the future?" Isabella also cried and cried. "Dear, we have a country in our hearts, and the country has been there. Didn't the Jews still establish their own country in the end?"

"Cheek, Angel, pack up the national flag." Molensky said to several children who didn't understand it.

The three children are very young, but they are very cautious about the red sickle hammer flag, which is only the size of two palms.

National flag!

That is the symbol of their country and their roots.

They are not Russians, not Ukrainians, but Soviets.

Urimov looked at the children carefully put away the small national flag and respectfully handed his hands to his little daughter who raised her hands, and his mind became heavier.

Finally, the little daughter carefully folded the national flag, wrapped it in her favorite scarf, and placed it in her small suitcase.

"Let's go!"

Molensky secretly wiped the corners of his eyes again and walked outside.

Urimov's family walked out of the yard holding hands.

Every time they took a step, they looked back at the small yard.

One glance, one glance was missing.

From now on, I guess I won't be able to come back.

Urimov's family walked out of the yard three times in one step, and there was a green military transport truck with rainproof tarpaulin behind it, with military signs hanging on it.

The carriage was full of people.

Beside them, they were all carrying out old suitcases.

Everyone has no excitement and longing for starting a new life, and they have solemnity on their faces.

After Urimov's family got in the car, the car started directly and headed far away.

"Maybe, this is how our parents came to Ukraine back then." Kirakv, who was sitting on the edge, said quietly. The sadness of leaving made him take out a pack of wrinkled cigarettes from his pocket.

He took out a few pieces and distributed them to Urimov and Molensky who had just arrived.

No one in the car was against them smoking.

Looking at the home that fell backwards and was getting farther and farther away, someone cried again.

The men smoked desperately and didn't speak.

The vehicles transporting these people did not go far, but they gathered several military vehicles that were also dragging technicians with their families.

The same car blocked Urimov and others' vision.

"Does their side really produce engines?" Urimov asked Molensky.

Molensky nodded: "If this is not the case, what do they do for us? Do you see the convoy behind? Almost all the people in the entire factory have good skills, as long as they are willing to leave, they are recruited by them."

"What exactly is it? Molensky, you helped us contact us, you should know..." Kirakf was a little annoyed.

They don't know where to go.

Molensky shook his head, "I don't know either, but they are trustworthy. I've been dealing with them for such two years and know them."

For those people, Molensky does know.

Although he had a vague guess in his heart where they were going, he would not say anything randomly before he got a positive answer. If it was not the case, it would make everyone feel a gap.

In the whole world, there is only that country that needs a lot of technical workers.

“By the plane?”

It was not until the car stopped and everyone got off the car in confusion that they realized that they had arrived at the airport.

Three huge An-124 large transport aircraft, with red five-pointed stars painted on the vertical tail.

There is an An-124 not far from Molensky and others, and the forklift is loading some packaged cargo through the rear cargo door into the cabin.

"Everyone, gather now and get ready to board the plane!"

Before these people could guess the result, someone held up the tweeter and gave orders to the messy people.

"Everyone follows me and watches their family and children, don't get separated." Molensky didn't expect that he actually let them get on the plane directly.

The original arrangement was not like this. The person above said that they were asked to leave at the dock by boat.

Now it is actually a large transport aircraft of the Air Force.

The person holding the tweeter was the person in charge of recruiting them. Molensky wanted to ask him about the specific situation, but when he saw that he was sweating profusely, he did not step forward.

It would be much better if the plane could allow them to reach their destination by themselves and save them from the fatigue of the journey.

"There must be hundreds of people here, right?"

Liu Dongsheng, standing in the terminal, looked at the transport vehicles that were constantly entering the airport.

The powerful transportation power of the Soviet army was fully demonstrated at this moment.

"There are 679 people in total, including 237 technicians. Liu, according to our agreement, a technical worker, $500." A fat man in a suit next to him, with a smile on his face.

If someone from the Kharicov Machinery Bureau saw it, he would find that this is their factory director.

Liu Dongsheng was disgusted with the fat man and was unwilling to say anything to him.

Following Liu Dongsheng's blonde Alisa snorted coldly: "The money will not be less than you. The final number of people needs to be paid according to the actual number of people on the ship."

After saying that, he also pointed to the boxes held by the burly bodyguards following Liu Dongsheng.

The fat man looked at the boxes in the hands of these people, his eyes shining brightly.

Looking at the burly man carrying the box, he could only swallow his saliva with difficulty.

These people are all elite retired Soviet special forces. Liu Dongsheng brought millions of dollars in cash whenever he went out, but no one dared to make an idea.

Not only are there anyone who dares to make ideas and take action, they have disappeared from this world.

"You are still wearing a fake collar, right?" Liu Dongsheng looked at the fat man with a teasing look on his face.

He knew very well what kind of virtue this guy is.

The fat man hurriedly flattered: "It must not be. Mr. Liu, I have to thank you. If it weren't for you who provided this thing..."

How could they wear things that only have one shirt collar?

A shirt is not even as much as their meal.

There is no way today, otherwise, how could those damn workers agree to them transport the equipment?

Even though he knew that Liu Dongsheng hated him, the fat man had no intention of leaving just like this.

What should be expressed should be expressed clearly and let the other party know his or her contribution.

"Mr. Liu, don't worry, they won't stay. A long time ago, when the factory's performance was not good, these Russians cut their salaries first... Later, they lost the funding from superiors, and they also stopped paying their salaries first..."

Liu Dongsheng and the others naturally knew.
To be continued...