Win? I glanced at him. The old guy looked confident and in control of everything at the moment, and he didn't look like a person at all when we had evacuated in a hurry. And Igna who was sitting there and the old guy he hadn't seen before, it seems that the seventeenth bureau has once again become an important department this time, and has regained the trust of the Russians.

But for me ... I looked at the few left, scarred companions. Old Ivan, Mandyuk, Pyatov, Russol, Pinto, one after the other died. And with such a large group of lightly and seriously wounded, is this considered a win? I think that's about the same as what we got when we went to Chechnya. I looked at the old fellow Younis and didn't speak, and after a while, the waiter brought me food. The man in charge of the guard didn't let him come, but took the plate and brought it to me himself.

I started eating on my own, and Semolov was much more reserved than me, and the guy was as utilitarian as he had been. He stood there at the moment, standing in front of Igna and the old fellow with a wounded, persistent, heroic and unyielding look, waiting for instructions.

I looked at him as I munched on my food, and I suddenly thought he looked ridiculous, so I swallowed a mouthful of food and said, "Mr. Semolov, is your leg healed?" It doesn't hurt anymore? ”

Semolov's injury obviously caused him a lot of pain, because in the previous situation, if he could run smoothly, he would definitely not limp away, after all, limping affects speed very much, and speed determines life and death to a large extent. And at this moment, although he was standing there, it could be seen from his expression, the beads of sweat on his head from time to time, that he was very tired and in pain, and he was gritting his teeth and persevering, wanting to give his superiors a very good impression.

I may have spoken louder, and Igna and the old fellow looked at Semolov at the same time. This made Semolov a little embarrassed, after all, the eyes that looked at him were not full of appreciation, but mixed with questions. So Semolov looked a little embarrassed for a while.

The old fellow Younis looked at me and stood up and said something to them, and I vaguely heard that Semolov was to sit down with me and rest.

I looked at Valery, who was sitting across from me, and said, "Paul, what about them?" ”

"Paul, they're in the inn next door. Rest assured. Now the situation is under our control. Old fellow Eunice said aloud to me.

I glanced at the old fellow Younis and pointed to my ear, "I hear you." Don't be so loud. ”

The old guy smiled helplessly at me and sat back in his place, and the three of them began to talk again. Actually, my hearing wasn't fully restored, so I couldn't hear the loud conversation between the three of them. But fortunately, it didn't take long for their conversation to be over.

The old guy who was sitting next to Igna stood up first, and after hugging the old fellow Eunice, he quickly walked out of the diner door, and as he left, the men in charge of the guards also withdrew. From this, it can be seen that this old guy should be a very powerful big guy.

After the big guy left, I looked at Younis and Igna while eating, and the two sat down again and continued to talk. I looked at Semolov, who was sitting next to me, and whispered, "Who is that old fellow?" It looks like it's a very high level. ”

Semolov glanced at me, as if he was dissatisfied with me. I smiled and put down my spoon and fork, "Don't do that. Again, I'm not talking nonsense. I looked at Valery, "Is there any wine here?" ”

"Drinking?" Valery asked rhetorically.

"Yes. Drink. I know I never drink alcohol when I work, but not now. I'm a wounded soldier now, not working. Drink. Get a cup for Semolov too. I said.

Valery smiled, stood up and quickly asked the waiter for a bottle of wine and three glasses. Semolov seemed to figure it out after filling his glass, and toasted with me, and the three of us began to drink.

About ten minutes later, Mr. Rising Star also stood up. He also seemed to be satisfied, and after looking at Semolov, he left Semolov alone

Called over. Then the two of them talked for about three or four minutes, and then Mr. Rising Star quickly left with his guards.

I glanced at Semolov, who looked a little lost. The old fellow Younis walked up to me, took Semolov's cup and toasted it directly, and then he said, "Alright, Mr. Semolov, don't look like a lovelorn. Want to make a difference? Then seventeen rounds will get you what you want. This time, for example, there will be a heavy stroke in your file. ”

"What about me? Director-General? What will be written in my file? I asked.

The old fellow Younis put down his glass, picked up the bottle and poured it full, "Do you need to say this?" My Excellency Operation Captain. ”

"Haha. I wonder why you're so relaxed now. Looks like you were running for your life not so long ago, right? ”

The old fellow didn't care at all about my sarcastic tone, and he smiled himself: "Of course there is. Zakhaev has already been arrested. Is this a dependence? And that guy from Ukraine, who is being hunted down. What else... By the way, that former member of my team. I think there will be action against him soon. ”

I nodded and said, "And who attacked us this time?" Joint actions of Ukraine and Russia? ”

The old guy nodded, "Yes." These two guys deliberately leaked the news under the guise of meeting and negotiating. And then just wait for us to take the bait. Even the people from NATO lied together. ”

"Then why did your former team members leave early in the morning?" I asked, "I'm really interested in this, though maybe I shouldn't have known about it." ”

"It's nothing. The only thing that can be explained now is that he was aware of the danger. He felt that this mission was over, probably because of his serious distrust of his two so-called allies. Hehe, there aren't many stupid people in this world, and my former team member is even less so. The old guy said.

I nodded, "I see. It turned out that after fighting for a long time, his own people were the most powerful, and his own people killed his own people. NATO does not play much of a role in this at all. ”

The old guy shook his head, "Can't say that. Without NATO, what happened today would not have happened at all. As he spoke, his phone rang. The old guy took out the phone and walked to the side to answer the phone and said a few words, and when he came back his face became unusually ugly, he looked up at me and said, "To tell you bad news, Nicky is dead." ”

This volume of "Black Swan" ends.