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"Sokovia is just a country that exists in the cracks. Poland, Slovakia, the Czech Republic and Austria are connected with us at the same time. Don't they have the ability to eliminate us? They just use us as a buffer zone between them." Django watched Looking at the people coming and going around him, his eyes are full of confusion and melancholy about the future of his hometown, "There are not many things we can do for the people, and that's all."

"It's good to have such a heart. You have tried your best to do what you should do." Chris said.

An old-style bus stopped at the roadside platform. A large group of children jumped out of the bus, said goodbye to their companions, and ran excitedly towards their homes.

"Don't talk about me anymore, E...Mr. Chris, have you found the mastermind of the attack?"

Chris nodded, took out a document that Barton and Natasha had screened, and handed it to Django: "Speaking of which, without the government building, where are you working now?"

"Of course it's telecommuting. Although Sokovia doesn't look very developed, we still have basic network coverage." Django took the file and did not open the bag. Instead, he opened his briefcase and put it away. , "Let's go to my house, Mr. Chris, there are a lot of people here."

Although Django can be considered a high-ranking figure in the Sokovia government, at least within the top twenty, he lives in a very ordinary residential building, which is quite close to the previous office building. It only takes ten minutes to get there, which is a good location.

The environment of the residential building is quite good, because the highest is fifteen floors, so there is an elevator. Jiang Ge lives on the ninth floor near the center, and the elevator will be there in a moment.When I got out of the elevator, I saw a safe passage with a fire door. There were also fire pipes and two types of fire extinguishers on the wall on the other side of the door. All the facilities looked pretty good.

Django took out the key from his trouser pocket, opened the door to the room, and after helping Chris take out the slippers for guests, he greeted inside: "Mary, I'm back, a guest is here."

A middle-aged woman wearing an apron walked out of the house. She was about forty years old. Her skin seemed not to be very good due to housework and oil fumes, but she still looked like a first-class beauty. There are at least a truckload of young men who were smitten with her and pursued her in their youth.

"Mary, this is Mr. Chris. He is visiting our home. Mr. Chris, this is my lover, Mary." Django took off his hat, stood next to Mary, and introduced the two of them to each other. .The difference between this couple standing together is huge. It is hard to imagine how Django caught such a beautiful wife in the first place.

"Hello, I am Django's wife, Mary. Just call me Mary. Come on, please come in." Mary's behavior was quite decent and elegant. Chris guessed that she might have been born in a family with a lot of heritage. There is no guarantee that the ancestor may even be of noble origin.After taking the hat and coat that Django took off, Mary introduced the two of them into the living room.

Django greeted Chris to sit down very enthusiastically, and asked Mary to prepare some tea for Chris, while he took out the document from his briefcase and read it.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Chris, we don't prepare much tea for guests at home. Can we only have black tea?"

Chris glanced at Mary in surprise, but noticed that her expression was normal, and she obviously didn't mean anything else: "Of course, Ms. Mary." Chris had always been very restrained with people he didn't know very well.But as soon as he gets a little familiar with it, Chris will strip off his disguise like a gangster.

"Ms. Mary seems to come from a scholarly family? I see that your speech and behavior seem to have the unique style of a scholar's family." While Django read the document carefully, Chris took the black tea that Mary had made. , tastes very good.When he was idle, Chris simply started chatting with Mary.Thanks to the systematic translation, even Chris's Mandarin with a hint of dialect was translated into elegant English in Mary's ears.

Mary smiled gently: "There are indeed elders in the family who are engaged in the art industry, but we are not from a scholarly family." After saying that, Mary stood up and took down a photo from the TV cabinet. There was no dust on it. I usually go up there for cleaning.Above the photo is a family portrait.

"This is my grandfather, he is an oil painter. And this little boy is my father." Mary said, pointing to the photo.Chris noted that this photo was taken in June 1957.In the photo, a man is holding a little boy and smiling with great affection. "Not long after I was born, my grandfather was assigned to go abroad to conduct cultural exchanges with neighboring countries. He went abroad for two years."

Chris looked at the clothes and home decoration of the people in the photo. They were in the style of Maozi Country in the 60s, but at that time, it was called the Soviet Union: "Ms. Mary, I thought you were a native of Sokovia. "

"I spent my childhood in the Ivanov Oblast of the Soviet Union. It wasn't until my grandfather passed away in 93 that our family left there." Mary recalled, "My father inherited my grandfather's mantle and also became a A painter. We went to Ukraine, Poland, Slovakia, and finally we settled in Sokovia. Thinking about it now, I spent half of my life in Sokovia, barely half Sokovians.”

"What's the old man's last name?" Chris felt that this experience was very familiar.Although he is not an art student, he has heard of a painter who came to China to establish an oil painting training class during the sweet period between his motherland and the Soviet Union.Chris thought to himself, there are not such coincidences in the world.

"Although my grandfather has made many achievements in art, his international reputation is not as high as that of Ivanov, a celebrity from my hometown. You probably haven't heard of him." Mary looked at Chris with a smile.Chris doesn't look like an art student at all, and he's not very old. "His name is Konstantin McFazievich Maximov."

"It is indeed this old man. I know his name quite well." And he is only two years older than me.Of course, Chris didn't say the last words in his mind.

"Oh? I didn't expect that Mr. Chris, you look young, but you also like oil painting?" Mary didn't expect that Chris actually knew her grandfather.After all, most people in their 30s and [-]s these days like games, comics, movies, music and other popular music. There are some who like oil paintings, but definitely not many.

"But, it turns out, Ms. Mary, your full name has always been Mary Maximov? I thought you changed your surname after marrying Django. Is he a bride-in-law?"

When Chris mentioned this, Mary showed a shy smile: "Actually, neither of us changed our surnames. Django is my distant cousin."

Jiang Ge, who had been looking down at the document, suddenly felt that he was being stared at by something. When he looked up, he saw Chris looking at him with a look that he couldn't tell what it was——

Sokovia is so close to Germany, why don’t you go and visit it?

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