Take the Red Police to Marvel

"Ivanov, we are also very sorry about Michelle, but according to the findings of the investigation team, it is determined that Michelle passed away due to illegal operations, but the factory decided to give you a thousand rubles for humanitarian reasons. Compensation, I hope you can get out of your grief as soon as possible."

Just a week ago, Ivanov's wife, Michelle, died in an accident while working at a steel rolling mill while Ivanov was 20 meters away.

He watched helplessly as the rolled steel coil exploded after being packed. The steel coil, one person tall and half a person wide, didn't look big, but it weighed thirty tons. Even though the helmet protected Michelle's head, this kind of The level of energy storage also broke Michelle's neck in an instant.

This one paid compensation because of the accident, one thousand rubles, which is less than ten months' wages.

After all, the visitor put on a hat with a red star on it and was about to leave, but Ivanov stared blankly at the envelope containing the money in his hand, and did not recover until he heard the door open.

"Impossible, how is this possible?!"

Ivanov stood up suddenly, and the stool was turned over in an instant. He grabbed the investigator's arm and shouted loudly, "This is impossible. The accident was caused by the equipment failure in the factory. We have been working overtime for production. , This is entirely the responsibility of the factory manager!"

The angry Ivanov is like a furious bear in the forest, with steaming mouth and fierce eyes. The investigator is like a little chicken in front of a body that is more than 1.8 meters wide and as wide as a door panel. .

But the difference in size didn't make the investigator react. He just pointed to Ivanov's hand with a slight frown.

The latter looked stunned for a moment, then let go of his hand and lowered his voice and said, "Investigator...Comrade, is there something wrong with the investigation process? Would you like to go and take a look?"

A bear is a bear, and Ivanov's humble request failed to convince the investigator, but the humble appearance of such a big man was really pitiful. The investigator shook his head and sighed, pulled him to sit down and lowered his voice.

"Ivanov, this matter is not for you and me to decide. You also know what happened some time ago. The news on the mobile phone was deleted, the newspapers were collected and burned, and even many people were arrested. People were sent to Siberia for labor reform.

The attitude of the government is very obvious. At this juncture, no negative social news is allowed to flow out, and the factory manager also has... contact with the leader of the investigation team, sorry. "

The investigator patted Ivanov on the shoulder, saying that he could do nothing.

Soon, Ivanov was the only one left in the room. He silently picked up the framed photo on the table. Inside was a photo of his family of three. years ago.

Pulling out the photo from the frame and putting it in the inner pocket of his coat, Ivanov walked out of the apartment and began to wander aimlessly. He first went to the factory that was still in full swing, and then went to the government building to report , but in the end they couldn't even get in the door.

In the end, he wandered around this city with an open policy. There were very few open shops around, and most of them closed down because there was no business.

People now believe that the government cannot provide security for the people and choose to save money against future risks.

Where can he go?What's the point of living like this?

His wife died, his son died, his parents died... Ivanov went to buy a bottle of vodka with a blank expression, sat on the side of the road and began to drink, trying to forget the grief that happened to him.

He is not the only one who has suffered like this, there are many others who have had similar experiences wandering the streets and everywhere.

Because of the cold, Ivanov instinctively walked to a fire where many people gathered. There were about [-] people in front of the fire, mostly men.

The newcomer did not cause a commotion, but the half-bottle of vodka in his hand attracted attention.

"Comrade, your wine...can you give me a couple of sips."

Ivanov glanced at the bearded man next to him and handed him the wine bottle. The latter didn't blow on the bottle, but carefully poured it into the cap of his water bottle and sipped it.

"Ha, I haven't drank it for a long time, and it still tastes the same."

Satisfied with a bottle-capped bearded man, he returned the drink to Ivanov only to be pushed back.

"I can't drink this bottle of wine by myself."

Hearing this, he was not polite, and directly blew half of the bottle on the bottle, and finally looked a little unsatisfied.

After half a bottle of wine, the bearded face turned red visible to the naked eye, and the chatterbox opened up after drinking the wine. The bearded man pulled Ivanov to sit down and began to tell his own story.

His experience was not as tragic as Ivanov's, that is, he offended someone in the factory and couldn't get along in the town and had to come out to find work.

But he was not familiar with people in a strange place, coupled with his poor appearance and economic downturn, several factories refused to take him,

Up to now, I have nothing on me except the money to buy some bread.

Ivanov also drank some wine, and he slowly told what happened to him.

"I have two children. That was ten years ago. My first daughter died prematurely. This incident may be the beginning of all the tragedies I have encountered since then."

His voice was not loud, but there was no other movement except the sound of the wind and the crackling of the flames. His calm narration with a little exclamation gradually attracted everyone's attention.

The daughter died prematurely, and the Soviet Union had no ability to treat her son's cancer. In the end, he had to entrust a friend to send him to the Union for treatment, but because he was not a native of the country, he had to bear the high cost of treatment.

His wife died more than a week ago due to the aging of the factory equipment. He also witnessed the scene with his own eyes. The investigator team leader colluded with the factory manager. In the end, only the security officer went in and the factory manager did not get any trial.

Touching the scene, the third person also began to talk about his own experience.

"I also have something to say, can you tell me?"

This man imitated the bearded man and took a sip from the bottle cap, then smacked his lips and said, "I'm not as miserable as you, I don't have a wife or children, I just happened to see the leader and the mistress kiss me and I'll report it to the Commission for Discipline Inspection.

Ha, next to the report mailbox is the security post. I put the letter in in the morning and someone came to warn me in the afternoon, and I was kicked out in the end. "

"I also have something to say..."

The fourth person, tragedy...

Fifth person, tragedy...

One-third of the vodka was left to be passed by the storytellers one by one, and everyone drank only one bottle cap, and before they knew it, more and more people were around.

The wine had already been drunk, but the story did not stop there.

Countless tragic stories, countless tragic people gathered together, Ivanov stood by the fire, and the light of the fire illuminated his weather-beaten face extremely brightly.

"Don't forget class suffering, remember blood and tears! The government has betrayed us, and the Soviet is no longer the Soviet of Lenin's time!"

As a highly educated worker, Ivanov's thinking is very progressive and clear, and he knows very well how the current situation came about.

Taking a deep breath, Ivanov straightened his back and began to sing the song that will be sung forever.

"Arise—starving and cold slaves. Arise—suffering people of the world! Blood is boiling for the truth!"

At first he was the only one, but gradually the singing became louder, and more and more people joined in.

"The old world is in ruins, slaves, rise up! Don't say we have nothing, we want to be the masters of the world! This is the last struggle, unite until tomorrow, and Internasional must be realized. This is the last Struggle, unite until tomorrow, Internaxonal must be realized!"

The revolution has begun.