After leaving the "print shop" run by the old man Sergey and his granddaughter, the textile girl playing the accordion was still clearly audible after floating out of the crack in the glass door, on the tires of the black Iveco on the roadside. , has already frozen a piece of amber ice.
He turned and glanced at the old man Sergey who was standing inside the glass door waving goodbye to him. Wei Ran waved in the same way, then got into the borrowed off-road vehicle, started the engine and drove to Red Square. direction.
On the way, Wei Ran called Teacher Dalia and briefly described the results of his investigation, and then mentioned his current situation in Moscow.
Under the instruction of Teacher Dalia, Wei Ran found a hotel to stay at and waited patiently for the other party to come and join him.
Taking advantage of this period of time, Wei Ran also roughly reviewed the criminal evidence about the Japanese smuggler that Katianka had collected for him. Now it is almost the end of the year. , he planned to hand these things to Teacher Dalia together, which would bring an end to the delayed assessment.
While he was waiting patiently, in the afternoon of the next day, Teacher Dalia took the deputy director of the museum named Lu Ren to the hotel where he was staying.
When he let the two people into the room, Teacher Dalia found a place to sit down by herself, crossed her legs and asked, "Have you found it?"
"Check it?" "We're here"
Wei Ran said, taking the photo album he had prepared in advance, the photos of the tombstones he took on the outskirts of Rzhev, and the recording of the story told by the old man named Sergei one by one. Put it on the table.
Under the instruction of Teacher Dalia, Deputy Director Lu Ren asked, "Victor, tell me about your investigation process."
"It doesn't really matter. "It's too difficult."
Wei Ran first set the tone for his "investigation process" and deliberately sat in a position facing Teacher Dalia. He slowly explained, "According to the information you provided. Regarding the family information of the owner of the apartment, I found out that their family was a resident of a village near Rzhev before moving to Moscow. After checking with many parties, I finally found a hunting cabin in the forest. ”
Speaking of this, Weiran’s subsequent investigation results can be explained in a logical and comprehensive manner, from the imaginary piece of paper with the address, to the tombstone, and finally to the place in Moscow city. A small shop.
When he explained everything and finally played again the story recorded by Sergey yesterday, Director Lu Ren finally nodded.
"How is it?" Teacher Dalia lit a cigarette and asked.
“Very detailed”
Deputy Director Lu Ren commented pertinently, “Except for the regret that the note with the address of the photo studio was not preserved, it is possible to check That’s enough.”
“Where is the appointment letter as a consultant?” Teacher Dalia asked.
"Brought, I will be ready when I receive your call. "Deputy Director Lu Ren shook his head helplessly, opened the briefcase he brought, and opened an appointment letter on the table.
However, Wei Ran didn't wait until he could see what was written on it. , but Teacher Dalia reached out and pushed her back to Lu Ren.
"What's wrong? "Deputy Director Lu Ren asked without knowing why.
"Isn't it okay to be so casual?" Teacher Dalia shook her head, "How about choosing a suitable time and I will arrange an exclusive interview? ”
“Another exclusive interview? "Wei Ran asked with a grimace.
"Shut up and go downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes for me. "Dalia waved her hand like a fly.
"As if I didn't say anything." Wei Ran gave in decisively, but he didn't want to get up at all. He just wanted to take a look, and this time Dalia wanted to play again. What new job?
"What do you want to do?" "Lu Ren asked angrily.
"This little guy is our signature now"
Dalia said with a look of shamelessness, "So in the motherland How about before Defenders Day? You just need to lend us a small piece of the museum grounds to use. It doesn't matter whether it's indoors or outdoors. "
"No," Deputy Director Lu Ren said without thinking, "The museum has activities for Defenders of the Motherland Day, and preparations must be made in the time beforehand. It is impossible for you to act recklessly." ”
“You do your activities and we do our interviews. There is no conflict between these two things at all. "
When Dalia said this, she looked directly at Deputy Director Lu Ren, "Or should I ask her to talk to you? "
Deputy Director Lu Ren opened his mouth, and finally shook his head in confusion, "Then before the Defender of the Motherland Day. If there are any other conditions, let’s tell them together. "
"That's enough"
Dalia returned to her previous gentle look, and said to Wei Ran, "Okay, we should leave." Okay, just leave the rest to Mr. Lu Ren. "
"Remember to inform me at least one week in advance when you have decided on the time," Deputy Director Lu Ren reminded helplessly, sitting in his seat and not getting up at all.
"I will remind you. "
Dalia waved her hand without looking back, led Wei Ran out of the room, left the hotel and got into an ordinary-looking car.
"Teacher Dalia, why is there another exclusive interview? "Wei Ran asked with a grimace.
"What the hell is that expression on your face? "
Dalia rolled her eyes and threw the car keys to Weiran. She directly put down the seat and adjusted it to a comfortable position, and then explained slowly, "Victor. , enjoy the spotlight shining on you. As long as these spotlights are bright enough, there won't be any shadows around you. "
Wei Ran curled his lips secretly when he heard this. He naturally knew that the more glamorous his identity as a historian would be, the greater the benefits would be to him in the future. He simply started the car and asked directly, "Where to go next? ”
"There is a business card on the dashboard, go to the address on the business card."
After Teacher Dalia finished speaking, she actually took out a steam eye mask from the pocket of her down jacket and put it on. He took out a USB flash drive from his pocket and handed it to Wei Ran, "Play the music in it."
Reluctantly taking the USB flash drive, Wei Ran inserted it into the dashboard and then adjusted the volume to a level that satisfied the other party. extent.
Until this moment, he had time to enter the address on the business card into the mobile navigation software and drove the car out of the hotel.
Under the guidance of the navigation system, the car driven by Wei Ran left the city and finally stopped at the entrance of a street store that looked old and dilapidated.
This store is worse than the photo studio I went to yesterday. There is even a hole as big as a bowl in the signboard hanging on the lintel, and even in the floor-to-ceiling window facing the street. , as if they had been smashed, with several colors of transparent tape stuck randomly on the spider web-like cracks.
Inside the floor-to-ceiling windows, there was only an old man hiding next to a big-ass TV watching the news. There are wooden mannequins in suits placed everywhere that can be seen.
I followed Teacher Dalia into the shop without knowing why. The old man who was watching TV turned to look at Dalia, stood up with difficulty and asked, "Who are you making clothes for?"< /p>
"He" Dalia pointed at Wei Ran, "Two suits, two briefcases, and one casual suit."
"What else do you want?" The old man said slowly. He opened the drawer and took out a measuring tape and asked.
"Gloves, tie, leather shoes, belt, pocket square and shirt" Teacher Dalia thought for a while and continued, "What else do you think you need?"
This old man He stood up, walked around Wei Ran who was confused, and said, "Young man, take off your down jacket."
Wei Ran looked at Teacher Dalia and saw that she had no reaction at all. , could only shake his head helplessly, take off his down jacket and put it on the wooden counter next to him.
Continuing to circle around Wei Ran, the old man grabbed Wei Ran's wrist, looked at the watch that Teacher Dalia had forcibly sold him, and after thinking for a moment, asked, " What is your identity?"
"Historian" Dalia answered this question on behalf of Wei Ran.
"How old are you?" the old man continued to ask.
"25 years old" Dalia continued before Wei Ran could open his mouth.
"Do you smoke?" the old man continued to ask.
Seeing that Dalia did not help answer this time, Wei Ran quickly replied, "Smoking, but you don't have to."
"You can live longer if you smoke less. Of course, this is what I guessed."
As the old man spoke, he slowly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, closed the thick curtains, and then pointed to the chairs placed at the end of the store and said, " Go ahead and take off your clothes. You don’t need to take off your underwear.”
Wei Ran glanced at Dalia, who was leaning against the door frame, and looked to her right at the bundles of fabrics and ready-made clothes on the shelves around the shop. Finally, she walked obediently to the innermost side and sat on a chair. Clothes came off.
"Is this your student?"
The old man motioned to Wei Ran to stretch out his hands, and while using a tape measure to measure various dimensions such as shoulders, waist, and height, he looked behind him Dalia asked.
"So be it," Dalia replied nonchalantly, "How are you doing?"
"Still the same as before"
This old man The avatar looked like an old friend talking to each other, talking in a plain tone with a hint of pride, "My grandson got a scholarship from the National University again this year, and he used the money to buy me a new washing machine. It took me two days to learn how to use the automatic dryer."
"Where is your son?" Dalia asked, playing with the lighter in her hand, "He is still serving? "
"Perhaps I will retire in a few years."
The old man signaled Wei Ran to turn around, and continued to measure while saying, "He sent back some fish roe a few days ago. Sauce, do you want to try it? I don’t like the taste of that stuff.”
“Where is it?” Teacher Dalia asked curiously.
"Go look inside, I put it in the refrigerator." The old man became more and more proud, "My grandson bought me that refrigerator this summer. It has no shortcomings except that it consumes too much electricity. ”
“You are not short of money”
Teacher Dalia muttered, and patted Wei Ran on the butt gently, then ignored the former. With a helpless expression, he pushed open the wooden door familiarly and got into the inner room.
After the old man carefully measured both Wei Ran's feet, Teacher Dalia came back with a piece of bread spread with caviar.
"How does it taste?"
"It's delicious." Teacher Dalia glanced at Wei Ran who was getting dressed, and asked with a smile, "How long does it take to make it?" "
"I'm getting older, and I can't do it as fast as before." The old man put away the measuring tape in his hand, "About a month, I can probably finish it in a month."
"How much. Money?" Teacher Dalia asked after taking the last bite of bread.
"Let me do the math"
The old man took out a Nixie tube computer that looked very old-fashioned from the drawer, and after pressing it back and forth, , finally said, "For the sake of your student, let's give it 1.2 million rubles, and I will prepare the rest of the trinkets for him."
"Then let's give it 1.2 million rubles, Anyway, you are not short of money." Dalia turned to look at Wei Ran, "1.2 million rubles, come with cash to pick up the clothes in a month."
"Oh...Okay, okay." Wei Ran quickly endured the pain and agreed, wisely not asking further questions.
"Take this"
The old man grabbed it from the drawerHe took out a piece of white cloth, used the big scissors on the table to cut off a piece of cloth the size of a dumpling wrapper, and then used a marker pen to write a few letters of unknown meaning on it, and then handed it to Wei Ran.
It wasn't until Wei Ran put the rag into his pocket that the old man asked with a smile, "Would you like to stay for dinner?"
"Tonight. What?" Teacher Dalia asked gently.
"Beetroot soup, baked potatoes and mushrooms. There are also dumplings left over from lunch and the caviar you just tasted."
"Then we're not welcome." Dali Teacher Ya said as if she was familiar with it.
"You guys go and sit upstairs first." The old man took off his apron from his waist, "I will call you down after I have finished dinner."
"Do you need our help? "Dalia asked proactively.
"No, no, these are very simple, I will do it soon." After saying that, the old man walked tremblingly towards the inner room.
It wasn't until the other party's figure was blocked by the wooden door that Wei Ran asked in a low voice, "Teacher Dalia, he is..."
"A very "A talented fashion designer"
Dalia whispered, "In the Soviet era, he was responsible for designing and tailoring many of the dresses and formal suits we wore. Even though he is old, his The craftsmanship is the best in Russia."
Wei Ran was stunned and sighed with emotion, "Another poor man forgotten by history..."
" "Pitiful?"
Teacher Dalia shook her head, "He is not pitiful at all. He lives a happier life than any of us. But...it is true that not many people still remember him. .”
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