Chapter 26

A night bus slowly stops in front of a Jewish community in Gorky, with only a few passengers. A frustrated old man, who is also a Jew, walks out of the car dejectedly. Less than a month ago, sharapov was the close housekeeper of Nikolay Popov, one of Gorky's famous gang leaders. Under the care of Mr. Popov, sharapov's life is not bad. However, since Mr. Popov was killed, sharapov also completely lost the source of life, and usually sharapov is used to extravagance, and has no savings. So now we can only make a living by taking care of patients in the hospital every day and making a little money.

Sharapov, carrying his handbag, walks heavily in the dark stairwell. The food in his handbag is his dinner today and the only meal of the day. Sharapov has not yet adapted to the change from a carefree life to an unsustainable life, but people always have to survive, whether it is a happy life or a painful life. God will not pay attention to you until the end of life.

People always have all kinds of problems when they get old. After decades of housekeeper career, sharapov is left with severe lumbar muscle strain and varicose veins in her legs. Now she starts to feel uncomfortable when climbing stairs. Sharapov took the key out of his pocket, and his hand trembled involuntarily, which was caused by overwork. After closing the door, sharapov poured herself a glass of warm water with her last strength. Then she sat down on the sofa, drinking the warm water and eating the dry and hard big Leba in her handbag. Sharapov has never been married and has no children, and with the growth of age, his relatives and friends have also died one after another. People are really more lonely as they get older.

Just as sharapov was eating a bad Leba and feeling sad for her confused life, a short and powerful knock on the door interrupted sharapov's thoughts. Just when sharapov doubted whether she had heard wrong, the knock on the door rang again. Sharapov propped up her tired body from the sofa with both hands, and staggered to the door, asking in a hoarse voice, "who is it?", He opened his own door.

A strange man about 40 years old is standing by the door. This man has brown hair and pale face. What attracts people's attention most is his sharp eyes like an eagle. Although his figure and appearance are not impressive, his sharp eyes seem to point at people's heart. Sharapov looked at him for a long time. He was not sure whether he knew the man or not, so he asked, "who are you looking for, sir?"

"Don't you know me, Mr. sharapov? My uncle is Nikolay Popov. I used to live with him for a while, and you took care of me." The man said kindly.

"Yes, I remember. You are the young master who moved to Mr. Popov from Harbin, China. Your name is ya... Ah Sharapov can't remember. He feels that his name is on his lips, but he just can't call it out.

"Alexander! Alexander Popov, a middle-aged man, blew himself up.

"Yes, it's master Alexander Popov. I didn't expect to see you again. I remember you immigrated to Israel later. I didn't expect that you were so old. You were still a young man at that time. " Sharapov said with emotion.

"Yes, later I set up a kibbutz in Haifa with some Russian Jewish immigrants. I live there." The man replied.

Sharapov let Alexander Popov into his home. Although she had been tired all day, the joy of meeting her old friend seemed to bring her infinite energy. He was diligent in boiling water and making tea for Alexander Popov.

Alexander Popov is also very happy. He takes a look at sharapov's home. It's a small apartment with small area and old furniture. It can be seen that sharapov's life is not very good.

It took sharapov a long time to prepare a cup of tea for Alexander Popov. They sat at the shabby dining table and were silent for a moment. Alexander Popov first broke the silence and asked, "Mr. sharapov, I'm here to ask about my uncle Nicholas."

"I don't know who the killer is, but I'm sure it has something to do with Boris Ilyich bogorovsky of Gorky automobile factory," sharapov said after a moment's silence

"Boris Ilyich bogorovsky? What kind of person is he? " Alexander Popov continued.

"It's nothing. It's just a nobody." Sharapov said with disdain.

"I don't understand. What's the matter?" Alexander Popov was completely confused. How could a nobody kill his powerful uncle.

"At the beginning, some of his subordinates reported to Mr. Popov that some gangsters secretly sold goods on the black market without Mr. Popov's permission. Mr. Popov asked some of his subordinates to teach them a lesson. As a result, they beat the people Mr. Popov sent. Then he hid. That's how it started, "sharapov said, taking a sip of tea.

"And then? What happened then? " Asked Alexander Popov anxiously.

"Then Mr. Popov got some gamblers to coax Boris Ilyich bogorovsky out and stabbed him, but he didn't kill him. Mr. Popov may still want to teach him a lesson, but he doesn't intend to kill him. " Sharapov said to Alexander Popov.

"So it wasn't Boris Ilyich bogorovsky who did it?" Asked Alexander Popov.

"Of course not. That guy has been lying in the hospital. It's definitely not him who killed Mr. Popov." Sharapov replied positively.

"Who would that be? Is it a ghost? " Asked Alexander Popov.

"Maybe it's a ghost, a fierce ghost. He sent the fingers of the two bad gamblers who helped Mr. Popov. There was also a threatening letter. And then killed Mr. Popov in that cruel way. Alas Sharapov sighed and said regretfully.