There is only one place in Russia free from oppression, and that is buried in the grave.
——Alexander Ivanovich Herzen
"Shubinsky?"
The Russian students' smiles vanished immediately upon hearing this name, even their intoxicated minds became sober.
As for the German students, they clearly didn't understand why this name caused such a reaction.
The mixture of hatred with distortion, the gritted teeth of anger concealed fear—emotions they had never experienced.
Herzen stared at Arthur's face intently for a while, suddenly realizing that this young Professor from Gottingen seemed not as simple as he imagined.
"Sir, where did you hear this name? Is he your friend? Have you been to Russia before? Perhaps been to Moscow?"
