Trafford’s Trading Club

The Art Museum of Trečakov.

It's not Monday, so it's open time. For every building in the city, the fresh owner of Lo naturally didn't let go of this famous art museum.

After taking a positive photograph here and sending it to the phone of the former Vice Editor-in-Chief, today's assignment is done - report your whereabouts at least once a day to prove good, which is the minimum condition for Boss Lo to walk away.

“When you come to Trečakov, you naturally have to look at the Unknown Woman.” Unight said by the side of Rochu.

Looking at the museum's brochure, Rocciu nodded: “One of the world's ten most famous paintings is curious. ”

In addition to closing days, the Museum of Fine Arts in Trečakov welcomes a number of visitors every day. Among the crowd, the club's owner and maid simply passed the security check and walked into the old museum of the Trečakov Museum of Fine Arts.

Ever after the purpose, he went straight to the end, and the owner of Lo who didn't pay much attention to the scenery on the road didn't stop in front of any of the famous paintings.

Looking directly at the woman portrayed on top of the Doesn't Know Woman in the main area of the exhibition hall, Lochu has a different way of appreciating the average person - you can feel the painter's mood.

“A lot of people think that the woman painted on the Jane Doe is Tolstoy's work, Anna? The owner of Karenina, after all, is not something ordinary people can look into. So there are also people who think that this should be an unknown actor —— it seems that only the author himself knows who she really is. ”

Rochu listens to Unight's explanation - which is much better than the narrator in this exhibition area... Rochu refers to the sound.

And of course, this can actually be heard in the narrator's mouth - but what follows is not necessarily what the narrator can say.

“But actually, the woman on this portrait...”

“He loves this woman. ”

All of a sudden, Yu's words were interrupted - a group of tourists who stood behind them.

With soft, wavy hair, narrow nose and tall, thin lips, and a lush beard - at first glance, like a middle-aged man.

But for Lochu and Unight, who are more sensitive to life, the man is actually quite young, not over thirty years old, I'm afraid.

All of a sudden, the conversation happened, and Lochu went to a place where there was no discomfort. He was just constantly curious to gauge this typical Russian youth, and he said, "How do you know that the painter loves his model? It also seems that the woman was fantasized about by the painter. ”

The hairy young man's gaze on this painting —— the focal length of his gaze, even his whole human mind -- doesn't seem to be around. Even if he was able to respond to the questions around him, even if he knew who was around him, he felt like he was the only one standing in front of the painting.

This is a rare focus.

He said, "I can feel it. ”

The youth suddenly closed their eyes. His left hand spread out in front of him, his thumb slightly snapped, his right hand also lifted, his fingers like they were grasping something -- this is the posture of painting.

He seemed to say to himself, not to answer anyone's question, "I can feel it. Every pen, every painting. The next time I hesitate... it's so strong, it's so touching. ”

It seems to be more than just to say more convincing, which is why he did it - his right hand is moving slowly in the air.

It's not like he's in a painting position… it's like he's in a painting, painting in his heart.

But he was so focused that he had no sense of what was out there —— his body, which was being framed from left to right by two guards of the museum, and dragged out.

The young man had no resistance, his eyes were still closed and he was still drawing with palettes and brushes that did not exist on his hands.

“I'm sorry, this gentleman, lady, just this guy, didn't bother you, did he? ”

A man, who looked like a museum worker, approached Lochu and Yunight and asked politely.

And Rochu asked softly, "Should he bother anyone? ”

Staff are stunned... Do you rarely encounter such answers?

“No, no, no. This guy doesn't usually bother anybody, he just bothers us.” The staff shook their heads rather helplessly.

Looking at the Eastern man in front of him, the staff simply said: “He was originally an employee of the museum because he was fired for making some mistakes. But this guy is still able to mix in every time... Oh, sir, you know, we're welcome to buy tickets as long as we follow the normal route. But he snuck in on his own, so... you should understand. It's acting like a madman. ”

“You're busy.” Lochu nodded and asked nothing more.

The staff laughed: "Sir, you speak very good Russian...”

He wanted to compliment the current Oriental Guest, who didn't seem to be listening at all, but turned directly around and looked at the famous painting that was hidden here.

Focused… like the guy who was just dragged out, the staff had a feeling that nothing could shake the Guest's focus at this time.

Shit.

He suddenly felt a strange chill, his whole body trembling with an unknown cold tremor, his head lowered and he quickly walked away.

……

……

Is that the third day?

Oleg's family can smell a very strong alcoholic smell, even like a rotten smell that blends his soul.

'Cause he looks like a rotten man.

It's just Nikita's most intuitive feeling.

Nikita, dressed in fresh clothes, suddenly remembered today that she had always taken care of her brother Oleg. Today she was going to give him a good meal, but...

“Oleg! What happened to you?” Nikita walks up to Oleg and looks at the drunk guy with a frown, "I go to the office, the boss says you haven't been at work for three days, is that where you drink? ”

Drunken Oleg's eyes opened a line, hiccups and seemed to recognize Nikita.

He pushed his hands up against the sofa - but didn't - and fell again.

Nikita hurriedly bent down to lift Oleg up, but Oleg's hands were grasping at the table, and a beer bottle was swept down by his hand, "Give me some vodka. ”

“Shit!” Nikita yelled, "You're not Oleg I know! You shouldn't be like this! What the hell happened to you? ”

Oleg suddenly stopped.

He slapped himself on the forehead so hard, it seemed that it was the only way to sober himself up. Oleg had bigger eyes, but was covered in blood.

“You're right, I shouldn't be… I'm going to find Antonel.” Olegra stood up with Nikita's arm and muttered to herself: “I'm going to find him, find him, find him... Where are my keys? Where are my car keys? Where are my keys?!!! ”

Louder and fiercer and angrier. He was like a lion, "Where are my keys!! ”

Nikita swears that if Anton, who brings him wealth, is the strongest guy he's ever seen, then Oleg, now, is the most horrible guy he's ever seen.

“Brother, please tell me what happened to Antonel. ”

“He... he's gone, disappeared.” Oleg punched himself in the forehead so hard that alcohol cracked his head, but it was no more painful than his heart. “Three days, three days... what am I doing? I promised Camara that I would take good care of our children... what have I done? ”

Nikita looked at Oleg the way he was at the moment and was in a very happy mood for a while and seemed less happy.

Suddenly someone broke in.

Five tough guys.