In the waiting area of the Moscow railway station, a special military train with only six cars on board is quietly parked on the train tracks. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Two guards with guns on their backs stood like poplars on both sides of the train door, their mouths and noses red from the cold wind, and their cotton coats could not stop the night cold.

"Beetroot soup, vodka, black leba......" A beautiful voice floated along the platform, and the two guards followed the sound, smelling the mouth-watering aroma of wine and seeing the steaming beetroot soup, both of them swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva.

"Two bowls of beetroot soup?" said the beautiful woman pushing the cart with a smile on her face.

One of the guards asked his companion for advice: "Alyev, what do you say?"

"It's still an hour before the general's car pulls into the platform and tells them to come out for a drink!" said Alev: "Two bottles of vodka!

"As you wish, officer. Katyusha smiled and took out two bottles of overheated vodka from the cart and handed them to the private.

At the soldier's call, several more guards rushed out of the train carriage, scrambling to share their glasses, standing on the platform with rifles on their backs, gulping down vodka and laughing heartily.

A triumphant smile appeared on Katyusha's lips, and she glanced up at the carriage, and a figure quickly flashed from her sight.

At this time, there was no more sentry in the carriage, Ye Fan walked in one of the carriages, swept over the luxurious furnishings, and couldn't help smacking his lips.

This carriage is an exclusive dining room, all European tableware, leather seats, edging and gold, even the carpet and curtains are made of deerskin, elegantly furnished, and the grade is super high.

Passing through this dining car, Ye Fan pushed open the loose-leaf door, walked into the junction of the carriages, his gaze froze slightly, and slowed down.

He looked through the wooden door of the next carriage and saw that in the palatial bedroom, Sophia was sitting on a large ornate bed with her legs spread out, her arms stretched back through a metal railing at the head of the bed, her wrists handcuffed to the iron ring above the pillar behind her.

Because she was handcuffed to the pillar, she couldn't move, but she straightened her proud chest, and her whole body was full of unyielding strength.

The expression on Sophia's face changed from time to time, sometimes biting her lip, sometimes swinging her legs irritably, and muttering to herself in a low voice: "When you come to Siberia, it is better to die than to be ruined by those beasts......

"I just don't know what happened to Ye, did he escape...... Or has he already suffered misfortune?"

"No, no, he must be alive, he ......"

"Hehe......" Sophia let out a self-deprecating laugh in her throat, bowed her head and said to herself: "Don't be stupid, Sophia, he can escape from prison, he can't escape from Russia, even if he escapes, he can't find here......"

Then, a relieved smile gradually bloomed at the corner of her mouth, "No matter what, thank you, Ye." You have shown me what love is, and although we may never see each other again, Sophia will always belong to you alone, and I will be waiting for you in heaven......"

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