Trafford’s Trading Club

Nikita has known Anton for only a few days, but perhaps because of the dangers she has experienced together, and now even more so because of the people on the same boat - or because Anton has given him a feeling of being able to spit.

Who knows?

Maybe he's just hiding something in his heart, just trying to say it —— at a time like this, at a time exactly the same as twelve years ago.

“Oleg was always a strong man, and I have to say, he was truly God's pet. He's smart, he's strong, and he's got the most beautiful love of Kamala... hey.” Nikita said, laughing here: “Actually, like many people, I'm secretly jealous of the most beautiful Kamala and Oleg. But I'm a little different from the others, and I sincerely wish them both the best. ”

Anton outside the door... Anton Lille seldom hears from Oleg about his mother Kamala. He was unusually quiet at this time.

Quiet is like listening to a loved one's story in bed before going to bed and falling asleep.

“Mom... why would Miss Kamala like Mr. Oleg?” Anton asked softly.

Nikita thought for a moment: "Probably his innate sense of justice. Believe me, Oleg, back then, was really a guy who could embarrass everyone. Once, huh? Our neighbors were harassed by a few villains, and while we were discussing exactly how we should avoid the scourge, Oleg had beaten them so hard... The village was cared for by Oleg, and now I think it's a great number... it's just a joke that this great number is. ”

“Why?”

“When everyone you've helped, in the end, turns to you, do you feel proud of how many people you've helped?” Nikita said in a cold, almost mean voice: "Ah, those who used to say thank you in front of you with a smile, and in the end, when you're sorry and don't hesitate to hurt you... Oh, my dear Anton, believe me, that must be the most disgusting and sad thing you can imagine. But it is also the most helpless situation. ”

Antoine frowned and couldn't really understand what Nikita was saying, and he could only ask: "What happened? ”

Nikita called out: "Our villages are basically mining for a living... you know? In that mining area, unfair and bad things happen far beyond your imagination. The squeeze from the upper layers, and the quarrel between the miners. Over the years, these have created a stable and balanced situation - what the world is like out there, which is simply unknown to us as we grew up there. The only thing we know is, in this village, in this mining area, who has a big fist, who is the truth, is the ruler. ”

Nikita shook her head and sighed: “But Oleg was born with a strong sense of justice. He resisted this decaying, spiritual way of life, and instinctively hated the squeezing of power inside the mine. He was born with the idea of protecting people, and he even thought that as long as everyone was united, no one could bully us at will - so he acted. ”

“At first, because of Oleg's constant help, and his reputation in people's hearts, there was a real rush for many who were willing to resist. We boycotted unreasonable overtime, we asked for more time off, we asked for better meals, and even we started striking. In the end, Oleg hit several black foremen directly and severely. ”

Nikita said with a hint of remembrance: "At that time, the village was expected to have the most promising time in decades. And Oleg was considered a hero —— but he didn't swell up, he worked harder to defend that hard-won hope. It's just...”

Nikita's voice suddenly became sad: "Oleg forgot one thing: not everyone, like him, can have a strong body and courage and, most importantly, a sense of justice. You know, the darkness of the mine was never dispersed, it was just hiding. That's right, like a snake, cautiously stuck in the darkness that the light couldn't see, and the opportunity moved. ”

“Who was it at first? Anyway, I forgot. I just remember that day, when we were preparing for work as usual, a miner was found falling into his own home and his left hand had been severely chopped off. By the time we found him, his left hand was actually not bleeding... because his left hand was burned and sealed all the bleeding places. And the palm of his hand, which he chopped off, was still on the edge of the wall, and on the wall, he wrote a few words with the blood of his hand: no resistance. ”

Nikita laughed bitterly: "Those people are getting revenge too fast to even allow us to react. You know, we're different from them —— they're villains, they're real, villains who can do anything like villains! Every day we can hear that night in the village being harassed, which house was quietly set on fire, or perhaps who was beaten all over the road. ”

Nikita sighed: “I can't, I really can't. No matter how Oleg persuaded you, there was no way to stop that fear from spreading. Even though we still have some people who have been sticking around, until that day..."

“Those who say that if you hand over Oleg, as long as you get back to your old life, you can stop wreaking havoc, and they even promise that if you hand over Oleg, who leads the mess, you will improve your job - or else it will get worse. ”

“Ah!” Anton whispered. He suddenly felt a little cold in his hands and feet: “Well, then...”

“I'm sorry, we don't want to. I have old people and kids to take care of. ”

“I'm sorry… they say that as long as you can surrender, we will be spared. ”

“I'm sorry... Oleg, please? You've been helping us this whole time. This time, please help us. They said they could forgive my gambling debts, otherwise I would have to die. ”

“I'm sorry, Oleg, I'm really sorry... it's just that there's nothing we can do. ”

“We... we've never asked you to do this, to do so much. This... this is just your own self-satisfaction! ”

Nikita sneered, "That's the most apology I've ever heard in my life - I even know they know what they're doing! Oleg is a flag of hope, so they're cutting it off with their own hands! When they did it themselves, they expressed their willingness to continue to suffer bullying. But they had to. Who's not selfish? Who doesn't want to protect their family? Those guys, they know our weaknesses too well! ”

“They... are outrageous!” Anton bit his teeth.

Nikita did not go on about this, but went on to say, “Oleg was utterly enraged. He rushed out under the siege of many villagers and one of them killed the place. When he came out, all we saw was his bloodstained body... just when he looked at the villagers still holding all kinds of minerals blocking him, his angry heart, probably dead. ”

Nikita opened the door and came out with her pants drawn, "Oleg left with Kamala after that day. I don't think it's funny, so I went out with Oleg and lived somewhere else. It was a few years of quiet life, right? Oleg and Kamala also had children. ”

“But Kamala is still dead.” Nikita took a deep breath: “Looks like she died in a car crash, but in fact, she died in a quest for revenge. We left the village, but the group never intended to let us go. ”

Shaking his head, Nikita washed his face and sighed: “Since Camara died, Oleg has become even more depraved - and he has to, because he is afraid, afraid that he will not know that day to rebel, and that it will involve him and Camara's only child. It was like those who had said sorry to him and dealt with his villagers with their own hands. ”

Nikita said with a hint of hatred: "Those people, after killing Kamala, did not continue to attack Oleg - I know what they think! They want Oleg to live in this pain for the rest of his life, so that he can no longer rebel. Because it's too easy to kill a person, and killing a person's heart… is the best way to get revenge. ”

He looked back at Anton sitting on the ground, somewhat curious, but did not ask anything, and appealed: “Anton, remember, no matter how powerful you are, a person's power is after all a person's power, and a person's justice is only a person's justice, and they are too weak and helpless. This helplessness and weakness can make a man as brave as a lion willing to be a sick cat for his own children, and for bullying, he simply chooses to accept the opposite. ”

“This is what I know, the story of Oleg.” Nikita suddenly laughed like she was mocking herself: “Probably a lot of people's stories, too? We're all just as weak, so we can only choose apathy. We want heroes to appear, but we will destroy them ourselves. We fantasize about being a hero, happy to give in, decisive to kill, able to do what no one can... without ever wanting to bear the grief of a hero. ”