Soviet Godfather

What happened to Boris on the court during the day has spread to every corner of the entire Gorky Automobile Factory. Boris and his friends at the Gorky Factory humiliated Mr. Popov’s deeds and became the people of the Gorky Factory. In the eyes of some young people, Boris seems to be a well-known big brother who is about to dominate the arena of the Gorky Automobile Factory.

Sergey Sha was not so optimistic. He fell into deep concern. Boris’s matter made the contradiction between the two parties irreconcilable. This incident severely hit the opponent’s dignity, as long as he wanted to get involved in this business. , It is impossible to give up. Just as Sergey frowned and smoked, the doorbell rang, and an important guest came to Sergey's house.

　　 "Yuri, it's nice to meet you!" Sergey hugged and greeted Yuri enthusiastically.

"Sergey Sha, I heard that you are in trouble, let me see if I can help." Yuri is not very comfortable with Sergey Sha's enthusiasm. It is the first time to be a guest at Sergey Sha's house and he brought it. A bottle of wine was given to Seriosha.

"Come over for dinner, let's talk while eating! Daddy, go get Yuri a plate." Sergey let Yuri in, gave Yuri a glass of rum, and said, "Try it. It’s sweet like a drink, and it’s quite appetizing to drink a little before meals."

　　 Dinner started soon, and it was as rich as usual. The main course was grilled pork ribs and the main course was mashed potatoes. After the old man led everyone to pray before the meal, everyone passed the dishes to each other. Everyone had a piece of grilled pork chop and some mashed potatoes. Today, everyone had no appetite, and everyone only took a little and put it on the plate.

　　 Although Boris has gained a lot of face today, he is a little scared to think about it. He broke the silence first, and said: "Sergey Sha, always being stared at is not a solution, we must find a way to solve this trouble."

Xie Liaosha wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, drank a sip, and said solemnly: "Let’s stop for a while and touch the bottom of the other party first. If we don’t solve this group of people, we won’t be able to continue doing business. Up."

　　 "I have already inquired clearly, this group of people are Popov's subordinates, I am afraid he is also following Yakov," Mikhail replied affirmatively.

　　 "People have stepped on our ground. If we bear it, we won't want to do business anymore." Boris said angrily, although he didn't suffer today. But after thinking about it, I was a little scared, if it was not on my own ground, if I was not in the public. . .

　　 "But they have guns, do we have to get a few too, or how to fight with others." Yakov suggested.

　　 Everyone was filled with righteous indignation, but Yuri didn't say anything. The five-year prison sentence showed him that Boris is still different from the real gangster. If you ask Yuri what he has gained in five years, it is that Yuri has grown from an amateur **** to a professional **** in the past five years.

　　 Petrov didn't say anything. The young men didn't know what kind of enemy they were facing. They have been operating locally for many years, and their forces are intertwined. How can it be handled by a few little guys.

Sergey ate all the food on the plate, drank a sip of wine to moisturize, Yuri understood the truth, he naturally understood, today’s Boris’s affairs made Popov and his little gang a complete mortal enemy. This incident severely hit Popov’s prestige. If Popov wants to keep his position, he cannot let Boris go. The only way to deal with people like Popov is to kill him with a stick. To fool an enemy of this level is cruel to oneself. Seeing his three little brothers filled with indignation, Serezha was a little worried that they would blindly provoke opponents on impulse.

　　 Thinking of this, Sergey took Yuri to the side, lowered his voice and said, "Yuri, I have to do something these days. I need you to do me a favor."

　　 "It's okay, Xie Liaosha, just talk to me if there is any use." Yuri replied simply.

　　 "I need you to help me watch a few of them, don't let them do stupid things, I need some time to completely solve this matter." Xie Liao Sha explained.

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Andropov has been standing anxiously outside Mr. Popov’s office for a whole afternoon, and he has never been received by Mr. Popov. People coming in and out of Popov’s office look at this poor creature. , I felt a little gloating, and Andropov, who was usually so arrogant, was beaten by a group of children. But Andropov didn’t care about these people. He only knew that he not only messed up Mr. Popov’s errands. uukanshu.com and lost Mr. Popov's face. I don’t know how many times I have asked Mr. Popov’s secretary to report it, but every time he answered that Mr. Popov has no time now.

　　 It was not until dinner time that Andropov got the chance to meet Mr. Popov.

　　 Andropov took off his hat, held it in his hand respectfully, and walked into Mr. Andropov's office nervously.

　　 Mr. Popov’s office is very spacious, surrounded by mahogany bookshelves on all sides, neatly arranged with beautifully bound books. In front of the desk is an exquisite handmade copper globe. The oak floor is covered with handmade carpets from Iran. Mr. Popov is sitting behind the desk. On the desk is a cup of coffee and a cream cake. The aroma of coffee filled the house. A dessert after dinner has been a hobby of Mr. Popov for many years, but today he has no appetite.

　　 Seeing Andropov coming in, Popov motioned Andropov to sit on the chair in front of the desk, and Andropov declined in fear. Popov said nothing, and slowly walked out from behind the table and pressed Andropov on the chair. Putting the coffee and cake in front of Andropov, he said kindly: "Be hungry, I don't have any appetite today, you just helped me eat it, it's all good things, don't waste it."

Andropov was anxious to obtain Mr. Popov’s forgiveness, but was interrupted by Mr. Popov. Mr. Popov once again motioned to him to eat the cake and looked at Mr. Popov who was a little angry. Andropov had to take his fork and ate. Mr. Popov behind him suddenly picked up the phone on the table and slammed it on the back of Andropov’s head. Once, twice, three times, blood splashed on Popov’s face and on the table. On the carpet. . .