Bloody Heart

The winter in Russia/Russia has been very cold, especially on 1/9/1/7/.Even the strong fire in the room didn't bring much warmth.In a large bedroom, Alexandra and her five children hid here. The young and strong servants who followed them also prepared their weapons and were ready to rush to fight the revolutionaries at any time.The interior decoration of this house in West/Beth/Lea/A/Tor/Bo/Er/S/K is much inferior to their original residence in St./Peter/Fort, but it can be considered exquisite and elegant. Hanging a portrait of Peter the Great, the first self-proclaimed ruler/ruler of the Tsar seems to be able to travel through time and space with a decisive gaze, staring firmly at this once powerful but now chaotic country through a thin canvas. Home.

Under the portrait of the Tsar in the room, a young man with platinum hair was slowly cleaning a saber.His purple eyes are like two finely polished amethysts, beautiful in color but without warmth.He is not worried about his situation. He has existed as a country for so long, and naturally he has survived many riots and rebellions.

Alexandra, who was awakened by the sound of a gun in the middle of the night, has been guarding the window nervously since she hid in this room, her fingers nervously clutching the fabric on the skirt.Now a gunshot/shot outside made her back stiff, adding a bit of heavy atmosphere to the already dead room.

Ivan gently put the polished saber on the table, walked to the window, and sat down beside the bed with his back facing the window.Her eldest daughter shook her mother's hand firmly, trying to reassure her. "I will protect you until the last moment." Ivan kissed the back of the woman's hand lightly, and his assurance seemed to calm Alexandra's mind a little.But this move was not enough to ease the tense atmosphere in the house.

They already know that just last night, the cruiser named "A/Fu/Le/Er" fired an important shot that will be mentioned and commented repeatedly in the future, which ignited Peter/Ge / Le.The winter/palace where the provisional/temporary/government was resident was captured, and then the wave of revolution spread ferociously.The squad that came to arrest/arrest Alexandra's family had already arrived ahead of time. They had nowhere to hide and could only fight desperately.Everyone present knows what will happen if it falls into the hands of radical revolutionaries.

After the revolutionaries shouted in vain, they rushed open the heavy gate.The leader of the team was a young man about 20 years old, with short platinum-blonde hair exactly like the Tsar/Emperor/Russia, and red-gold eyes—it was Paul Braginsky. After the failure of the December/month/revolution on 1/8/2/5/, his growth suddenly fell into a period of stagnation. Nearly 100 years later, he still has not completely faded from his youthful appearance.

Most of the corridors in the castle were left unguarded due to lack of manpower.He led a dozen or so people behind him to rampage in the complicated corridors, pushing open all the doors along the way, but they couldn't find the trace he wanted.

It's getting closer.Ivan in the room heard the sound of footsteps outside the door, calculated the distance to here, and at the same time held the handle of the saber with his hand.All the guards in the house followed suit, and the queen hugged the young son tightly.

The door lock is opened by a quilt/pop.Before he could even see the appearance of the person coming, Ivan swung his saber.Hundreds of years are enough for him to practice this arc, and he can easily kill people without even thinking about it.Blood splashed out, how could workers and ordinary soldiers/soldiers be his opponents?The person who was cutting someone didn't even change his expression from the beginning to the end, and he was lifting weights lightly.

Then, unexpectedly, he saw the child in the revolution.He was no longer a child now, but his face Ivan would never forget.A faint sense of fear rose from the bottom of his heart, his eyes turned cold, and the sharp knife swung at the handsome young man with the force of killing someone.

"Too weak." At the end of the round, the sharp edge of the saber rested on the restrained young man's neck.Ivan spoke coldly, his expressionless eyes reflected the same face as himself.

"Now, get out." He didn't even look at the revolutionaries who had ruined the house.

Those people stopped their actions. It is true that under the leadership of the B/R/Sh/V/K/Party/People, they took up their guns and began to resist the feudal/establishment/nobility/family who oppressed them.However, all these changes happened too fast. In their bones, they were still the bottom of the old empire, and they still had the nature of obeying the superior.Ivan understood their mentality, and he capitalized on that well.

The blade cut into the skin on Paul's neck, and blood flowed out.Some of those behind him backed away hesitantly.

Paul thought something was wrong.Although he didn't die so easily, even if the carotid artery was cut, it could grow back, but it would take time.At least a day or a few days, he will be no different from a dead person, and this short period of time is enough for the tsar/tsar/Russia/country who is proficient in this way to suppress/suppress a coup/détat.

He had to get out of Ivan's grasp.It's like dancing on the tip of a knife. Ivan's saber will slit his throat without hesitation if he is careless. / Huang is still fine, maybe he will really die.It's not funny at all.

However, even though his movement of touching the gun was very subtle, Ivan still spotted him at such a close distance. "Don't play tricks! The people behind, is my pronunciation not clear enough? Get out!" The saber cut the soft skin heavily, and the blood splashed/flowed out and wet the clothes, and I saw Alex who was behind Ivan's protection Sandra almost fainted.

Dying... Paul's head was a little deprived of oxygen, trying to think of countermeasures, but the rapid blood loss made him unresponsive.

I'm really not reconciled, it was ruined by the last trembling.

This posture really frightened the revolution/revolutionary/army, and they began to retreat outside the door.Suddenly, an unknown member of the team pulled the trigger of the pistol and fired a bullet just as he was about to exit the door.The bullet hit Ivan's abdomen, and the white coat was stained with red.

Well done!Paul yelled in his heart, taking advantage of Ivan's pain, pulled out the pistol he was carrying with him, and shot at Alexandra who was hiding behind Ivan and the guards.In fact he didn't have time to aim at all, just pulled the trigger in that direction, so the bullet missed no one but the mattress next to her.Alexandra's body shook violently, her face was as pale as a dead person.Everything that happened today was beyond her acceptable range.

After firing this shot Pavel lost consciousness because Ivan's saber decisively cut his throat.However, his shot did as he wished to remind the Revolutionary Army that the purpose of their trip was to arrest the Tsar's family, and this purpose is now close at hand-

More dizzying chaos, more violent conflict.The chaos/guns of the revolutionary/revolutionary/army knocked down the portrait of Peter the Great, and the small room was filled to the brim. Flying bullets, shining knives, and angry screams, in this small room In the room, the turmoil in the entire Russia/country was condensed.The country/country is undergoing a major transformation in such pains.

And one of the leaders of this change, Paul Braginski, missed the battlefield at this time.His body was discarded on the edge of the room like a rag doll, and the blood was still fresh from the deep wound on his neck.

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Fortunately, not dead.It was five days after he opened his eyes again. Paul touched the needles on his neck and guessed that the coup/dat was probably successful.I asked the nurse who took care of him, and the answer was indeed so.Then the Alexandra family, as well as the tsar/tsar/Russia/country should also be successfully arrested/arrested, and this knowledge made him feel relieved for a while.Knowing that he woke up, his mentor took time out of his busy schedule to visit him.

"I heard the whole story from someone else. You were very careless, but I admit that what you did in the end was correct." His longtime mentor, Vladimir Ilyich, patted him on the shoulder approvingly , "The war is not over yet, I look forward to your early recovery and return to the revolutionary ranks."

Paul nodded: "Thank you, Comrade Ilyich. My wound will heal in about two days, and I will go to help you immediately after that. By the way, where is the Tsar/Emperor/Russia?"

Ilyich frowned slightly: "He was imprisoned with the Tsar/Emperor's family."

After knowing Ivan's whereabouts, the two exchanged a few more words, and Ilyich was about to leave.However, the news of Ivan also made Paul quite concerned. He was going to meet the current prisoner, of course he had to pick a suitable time.

Ivan spent a long time in prison.Because of the change of government/power, his body became very weak, and coupled with the harsh conditions of prison life, the injury he suffered on 1/9/1/7/ took almost a year to fully heal.Of course, he suffered some new injuries afterwards, and the guards seemed to use the tormenting prisoners as an adjustment to their boring daily life—of course, noble prisoners like the Tsar’s family were not considered, so Ivan became the only object of entertainment.

Ivan wonders why he is still alive.On the day Paul exists, he should perish.

He is now more and more used to life in prison, with the high gray walls, dim light from small windows, closed iron gates and domineering guards.Those people were used to putting on a proud posture in front of him, as if they were the kings of this dark world, but Ivan responded silently by maintaining a cold attitude.The guards thought that he was probably softened by the hard life in prison, and became more unscrupulous.

In fact, he is only disdainful to refute vulgar and poor imitations because he has seen what is real pride.

Even in the isolation of the prison, Ivan's good sense of time still has something to do with it.He estimates that it is now the early spring of 1/9/1/8/, around March.It should be still late winter outside, and Ye/Ka/Jie/Lin/Fort is much colder than Mo/S/Ke.The prison is still very cold, as if it is still in the midst of severe winter.Ivan spent most of his time in his cell motionless to conserve his energy, like a hibernating brown bear.

On this day, someone's footsteps interrupted his "hibernation".The sound of leather boots was reminiscent of the army/team, but there was no loud greeting from the guards, so it was probably not some important person, Ivan speculated.However, the pair of leather boots finally stopped in front of the cell where he was held. He raised his eyes and met a delicate and gentle smiling face.

"It seems that you are not doing well. Why, you are so weak that the wound has not healed yet?" Paul's voice was very light, as if he was chatting friendly with an old friend he met in the corridor.In fact, he did come to see this "old friend", but the intention of coming was not friendly at all.

"Thank you for your concern. I won't die for a while." Ivan replied coldly to Paul's ridicule.

Paul put his hands in his coat pockets, showing some regret: "Yeah, I'm worrying about this." He knelt down outside the cell door, and looked more closely at Yi, who was sitting by the door. Wan, with a nasty smile on the corner of his mouth, "Ivan Braginsky, you must have known many ways to kill a country after you have lived so long, right? Tell me some, of course you can pick some gentle ones , to see what you like."

Ivan glanced at him, leaned back against the wall, closed his eyes, and put on a gesture of disdain to talk to him again.Pavel stood up in disappointment, smoothed the folds of his coat, and said nonchalantly: "Well, I should have guessed that I was making fun of you when I was joking. But if all the followers of a will are dead, then based on This kind of country/country built on will will naturally disappear, there is no doubt about it. As long as the war continues, I have enough time to watch you slowly die."

The sound of his heels faded away, and Ivan opened his eyes.Thinking of Paul's views on the country and his expectations, Ivan shook his head slightly.

Perhaps, he will not die because of Paul's existence.

The time slowly shifted to the next severe winter, and the prison was even more deserted at this time. The Tsar's family had already been shot, and Ivan might be the only prisoner held here.The purpose of imprisoning him does not seem to be for punishment, but to monitor him to grasp the overall rise and fall of the White/Guard/Army.However, those who had such intentions unfortunately failed to achieve their wishes.

Someone came again that day. Ivan originally closed his eyes to rest, but opened them suddenly when he heard a slight noise.He was glad that his senses hadn't become dull, and his memory hadn't been blurred, because he immediately realized who made the sound of the heels hitting the ground.It's just that this time it seems to be more urgent than half a year ago.

"Tsk, I thought it would be warmer inside than outside, but it turned out to be just as cold." Paul took off his hat and shook off the snowflakes on it. Ivan saw that his neckline and shoulders were covered with snow, obviously the weather outside was not very good. . "You're the only one left here. I wonder if this will make you die sooner?" He teased him with a smile, the corners of his mouth still curved in a gentle and harmless manner.

"Did your days in exile kill you?" Ivan's attitude towards him was still cold and calm, as if the other party's sharp verbal attacks had hit the cotton.

Paul shrugged boringly: "Okay, refute me. But I'm not here to argue with you today, I'm here to show you this." He handed in a piece of paper.

Ivan took it, browsed it briefly, and returned it. "I'm not well informed. I don't know that such a big thing happened outside. Deng/Ni/Jin is a bit capable."

"It's more than a little bit, Mo/S/Ko was almost occupied by him," Paul sighed exaggeratedly, but then changed the subject, "However, what Na/Pole/Lon failed to do, he Do you think he can do it? Those who support you are exactly the same as they can't see the situation clearly and are arrogant."

Looking at the sly look in the red and gold eyes, Ivan suddenly asked: "You came here to tell me this?"

"A blow to you." Paul blurted out without changing his expression.

"...Aren't you supposed to be in Mo/S/Ko?"

Hearing this, Paul shook the paper in his hand: "I have asked myself to be transferred to the working group of Bu/er/sh/wei/ke/su/wei/ai/zhuye/ka/jie/lin/bao. /S/Co contact. I got the news first-hand.”

"As the will of the country, but far away from the capital," Ivan seemed a little interested, looking at him, "What are you planning to do?"

Paul showed his trademark delicate and gentle smile again: "It's convenient to hit you from time to time."

"..." Ivan saw it, but his smile didn't reach his eyes.

What is the part of him as a "human" planning?

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According to Ivan's calculation, during the period from the end of 1/9/1/9/ to the beginning of 1/9/2/0/, his physical condition deteriorated rapidly.He didn't know what kind of changes had occurred in his body, but from the feeling, it was as if the power of his heart had weakened, and the feeling of insufficient blood supply made him move slowly and strenuously, and his limbs began to become cold from the extremities.Now his staying still is no longer out of the need to preserve his strength, but out of necessity.He can't move anymore.

Then, some sensations began to disappear from time to time, and the sense of touch had already become insensitive due to the stiffness of the limbs. In addition, he also felt the silence around him or the darkness in front of his eyes from time to time.Of course, it was a very short-lived phenomenon, and it would return to its original state in a few seconds, but it made him more aware of what kind of situation he was in.

The guards had long stopped bothering him, and it seemed that they had stopped doing so after Paul's second visit.Now they almost forgot about him. If he could not breathe and think, Ivan would have been a corpse at this time.

Finally or die?He closed his eyes, thinking in the dark.That’s right, all countries/countries in the world died after the establishment of the New Deal/power, and there can’t be two countries/countries with the same will in the world.It is a gift from God that Paul can live so long after his birth.

Perhaps when that time comes, he should, like every believer, thank God for his grace, praise God, and then leave quietly.I just don’t know if I still have the strength to pray at that time.

When he was so dying, the familiar footsteps sounded again in the empty prison.Ivan didn't speak until he heard someone stop by his side, "Congratulations, your wish is almost fulfilled."

Paul squatted down beside him, picked up one of his hands and put it in the palm of his hand, held it for a while and then put it down, and said in agreement: "Indeed, your hand is as cold as ice now, if you don't speak, I will I thought I missed the long-awaited opportunity." This time when talking about Ivan's death, his tone seemed not as brisk as before, but Ivan was too lazy to open his eyes to look at his expression before thinking about it.

"What bad news do you bring this time?" When Paul held his hand just now, Ivan didn't even feel the warmth from it.

"Gao/er/cha/ke is dead," Paul's voice was still in his ears, it can be seen that he did not stand up, "the body was thrown into the ice hole used for baptism in the eastern/orthodox/religion."

Ivan opened his eyes and looked at him with great interest: "Bu/er/sh/vi/ke also believes in religion?"

"No, it's just because the cross-shaped ice hole is relatively large and hasn't been frozen yet." Paul flatly vetoed it.Ivan closed his eyes again.

After a while, Paul asked again: "Do you want to know what his last words are?"

"Huh?" Ivan said casually and perfunctorily.

"He said, tell my wife in Paris, I will protect my son." Paul sneered lightly, "Why are people related to you so arrogant?

"In fact, he is a dramatic person, isn't he? A noble and steadfast patriot, but also a stubborn and cruel sinner. From different angles, he sees different sides. The enemy of the entire Russia/country/ Both right and divided/divided can find a place in him. Thousands of years later, people may seek him out as a tragic hero, but in fact, he is just a victim of our conflicting interests - just like you."

"Of course it's different," Ivan sneered ironically, "I can't be a tragic hero."

Paul laughed: "Haha, that's true! So, your sacrifice is the most worthless one."

"But it's still necessary—isn't that the second half of your sentence?"

The strange-colored eyes curved into a beautiful arc: "Hey, you already know me a little bit."

After a while of silence, the sound of clothes rubbing against each other was heard, and then the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.Ivan didn't open his eyes until the sound of footsteps disappeared.

If I don't have the strength to pray before I die, I hope I can have an ice hole like Gao/er/cha/ke.Ivan closed his eyes, thinking leisurely.

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This year has been spent in Ivan's confusion. He tried his best to calculate the time, but it was meaningless.His sight and hearing had disappeared, he had lost three of his five senses, and his remaining senses of touch and taste were of little use.The only thing to do now seems to be to delay time, like a string that is getting tighter and tighter, just waiting for the moment when victory comes, with a snap, the string breaks.

While he was waiting quietly, his unconscious body unexpectedly responded again.Subtle pain began to spread in the body, extending to the limbs little by little, this process alone seemed to take a day.At first, Ivan thought it was the pain in his internal organs, but later he found out that it was not the case, it was his bones and muscles that hurt.The sharp pain made him feel every second that his body was about to disintegrate, but the time passed by second by second safely.

What's this?The remaining feeble reason is thinking, is the death of a country/country a result of the body being torn into dust?That's not even a hole in the ice.

In severe pain, he was startled by the cold ground touched by his fingers.His body regained consciousness!Not death, then... rebirth?

why?

The aftermath of the pain gradually faded away, but Ivan was still unable to move.But different from the previous stiffness, now he knows that he can do it, but it hurts to move even now, it's better to try again later.He still has his eyes closed, so he doesn't know if his vision has returned, but his hearing has returned.He heard the breathing of someone beside him, and smelled the smell of alcohol, probably another guard.

After waiting for a long time, moving the body is finally a reality.Ivan opened his eyes, and his body left the wall he was leaning on.The cell was very dark, and the small tall windows only let in a ray of sunlight miserly, and only a square inch of land could be illuminated when it reached the ground.However, with such a little sunlight, there were still people fighting for the floor. Ivan, who had regained his eyesight, saw that the toes of Paul's black boots were shining brightly in the morning light.

This time, the young man simply pulled a chair and sat at the door of his cell, with his right leg pressed against his left leg and leaning against the back of the chair, sitting leisurely for an unknown amount of time, with a bottle left in his hand. of vodka.Seeing him open his eyes, Pavel greeted him.

"I didn't expect you to be the first one I saw." Ivan said regretfully.

"Yeah, I didn't expect that either." Paul raised his head and drank the last sip, and threw the bottle aside casually, the sound of glass shattering was sharp and violent.

He has been sitting here since last night, and has been guarding the whole night.He was betting that there was a half chance of Ivan surviving. This chance was not small, and there was still hope.When he came, Ivan was already like a dead person, unable to see him or hear him, he stretched out his hand to feel his breath for a long time, and finally confirmed that he was still alive.Then he sat in front of Ivan all night, looking at the dying prisoner opposite, his thoughts wandering in absurd places.

From the beginning they were hostile/opposite.Ivan tried to kill Paul when he was a teenager.Seeing each other after nearly a hundred years, they still remember each other, and their murderous intentions remain unchanged.The scar on his neck had disappeared, but Paul would never forget Ivan's saber against his throat.The saber was as cold and mercilessly sharp as the amethyst-coloured eyes of its owner, merciless as the ice-covered sea of ​​the North Pole.

There is only indifference in those eyes, endless indifference, like the sea under the ice cover, no storm can stir up waves.Even the prisoner is the same, whether it is ridicule or sarcasm, it will not help.She is so beautiful, but she only has one emotion. It is a pity to think about it, Paul thought with his chin propped up.He really wanted to see the purple sea with its ice cap removed, but when he came again, that person had refused to open his eyes again.It was at that time that Paul had the idea of ​​not wanting him to die.

Fortunately, it's not impossible.He waited in front of Ivan all night, waiting for the morning to say good morning to him, or to carry his body away.In the end he won the bet.

Of course, Ivan didn't know that Paul had quietly changed his mentality at this time. He habitually thought that the other party was still sarcastic, so he fought back: "Unfortunately, I couldn't make your wish come true. It was a little bit close."

Paul was noncommittal, stood up, opened the cell door, leaned slightly at the door, and stretched out his right hand to Ivan: "Congratulations on your release, Comrade Ivan Braginsky. Let's go." Wan looked at his smile, it was still the kind of refreshing style, but because of the dim light, it was hard to tell the truth/fake.

In the end, he still held that hand.It's good to be alive.

The author has something to say:

The plot of Kolchak in this article is borrowed from the Russian movie "Fearless Admiral Kolchak". I recommend you to watch it. I think that movie is good.