Struggle in Russia

Shuvanov was angry, but the Cossacks were not vegetarians, and suddenly they were struggling again. But this time Shuvanov was really angry, this is really about to start.

Don't underestimate him, he will definitely die, even if he really hits today and suffers, but Petuhov will do it alone, but he will have the opportunity to wear Petuhov and Pugachev shoes in the future.

Only this time, Shuvanov was disappointed again, this fight did not fight. Because Petukhov went up and gave Pugachev a "crush", cursing: "Asshole! I ordered three times and five orders not to drink! You all give Lao Tzu the ear wind, right? Look at you like this, where is it still? Like a soldier! "

Speaking of Petukhoff, he kicked again and continued to count: "Get out for Laozi! Stand upright!"

This continuous fight and scolding not only resolved the tension, but also made Shuvanov, who was full of anger, unable to attack. His majesty was naturally unable to shake.

At this time, Petukhov naturally took the initiative and interrogated: "Where did you die this day?"

Pugachev's eggplant like frost is like a mouse that meets an old cat. A large number of people are dragging their heads and answering like an aggrieved little daughter-in-law: "I just feel aggrieved in the manor and go out to turn Turn breathable! "

"Go out and go ?!" Petukhoff snorted, raising his leg again: "Just go out and go, and turn around with alcohol? This is going to go around in the barrel!"

Pugachev muttered sullenly: "I just sipped my throat ..."

"Still lie!"

Petukhov kicked again and kicked: "I kicked you little bunny! How much did you drink!"

Pugachev replied in a sly manner while covering his butt: "Not much ... just ... just a bottle or two ..."

Petuhoff suddenly struck again: "One or two bottles, nothing more! Is it one bottle or two bottles!"

"One ... two bottles! Heaven and earth conscience, just two bottles! Not much to drink!"

"I haven't drank too much!" Petukhov seemed to be choked with anger, and kicked over with his feet, scolding: "It seems that Major Pugachev hasn't drank well! It seems that two more bottles are needed. right!"

Pugachev suddenly dare not say anything, and looks even more honest than quail. You do n’t even need to say that this nephew and uncle ’s acting skills are really good. They work seamlessly together and ca n’t see any traces!

Anyway, a lot of the onlookers of the third military police have been snickering their mouths. Probably, in their view, this is a typical drunken incident. Every day in Russia, there are countless similar good shows staged across the country. Stealing wine and drinking, sincerely use everything. It ’s not a **** at all.

However, Shuvanov did not fully believe that as a cautious person, he always doubted everything, even if Pugachev and Petukhov's acting skills were seamless and subtle, but he remained skeptical.

So when Petukhov asked him: "Colonel, I think Major Pugachev should be punished by imprisonment for violating alcohol prohibitions and private camps. What do you think?"

Shuvanov's answer was: "Colonel, I still have a few questions that I haven't asked clearly. It's not too late to ask them again!"

Petukhoff scolded in his heart, but said quietly on his face: "Yes, you ask, as long as this kid is not honest enough to lie, I will kill him!"

In short, he raised his hand and gave Pugachev a "crush", which was entirely a Russian-style patriarchal style that hated iron and steel.

But these did not affect Shuvanov at all, and he asked straightforwardly: "Major Pugachev, according to what you said, you secretly went to camp to drink alcohol secretly."

Pugachev replied slightly impatiently: "Did I just say it, just drink it! I want to say it several times!"

Shuvanov nodded and asked again: "Where did you get the wine!"

This question is a bit serious, if Pugachev does not answer well, it is impossible to get through. After all, Petukhov has announced a ban on alcohol and temporarily confiscated all alcoholic beverages. Maple Mountain Villa is a closed suburb and there is no tavern at all and no wine can be bought. Pugachev must make it clear where alcohol comes from, otherwise there must be a problem.

After talking, Shuvanov stared at Pugachev's eyes, and as long as there was any flicker in his eyes, it was lying.

However, Pugachev greeted Shuvanov's gaze without hesitation, and calmly replied: "I stole it before. How can I live without alcohol!"

Hidden?

Shuvanov didn't like this answer. He felt that the influence and authority of Petukhov absolutely said nothing. How could it be possible to carry his hidden wine without being discovered.

However, Pugachev explained eloquently: "It's not easy to hide some wine. Finding a place where no one buryes two bottles will not be finished. What's difficult!"

This unsubstantiated rhetoric made Shuvanov feel that Pugachev was a ghost, but the problem was that he also had no evidence that Pugachev lied. So he asked again, "Have you been hiding in the woods?"

Pugachev asked angrily: "Otherwise, can you hide in the pit and drink?"

These words immediately made the Cossacks laugh, and made Shuvanov and others even more embarrassed. However, he also knew that he could not ask anything, but he only got humiliated. asked.

After Shuvanov and his party left, Petukhov asked carefully: "How are you? Contacted?"

Pugachev rubbed his head and buttocks ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ said with a slight complaint: "Uncle, you can't lightly, it's not you who dare to beat you!"

Petukhov didn't have a good air: "Less nonsense, what is worth your rough skin! Hurry and say the right thing!"

Then Pugachev replied sternly: "Contacted ..."

He made things clear in a few words, and Petuhov was relieved when he heard the trip, and suddenly he was relieved. Then he said: "This is also a blessing among misfortunes! If it is unsuccessful, Schwano is today. Husband stared, it was more difficult to get in touch later! "

Pugachev wondered: "Don't you just fool you?"

Petukhoff snorted coldly: "Fooling is fooling past, but this Shuvanov is not simple. I don't think he may be fully convinced. From now on, he will stare at us with death. He caught the flaw. Be more careful in the future! "

Petukhov was right. Shuvanov did n’t even believe that Pugachev had stolen and drank, so immediately after going back, he ordered his men to step up surveillance and never let Petukhov be a pedestrian. Leaving their sight again ...