Soviet Godfather

The intoxicating spring breeze blew into the car window, and charming music came from the radio in the car. Tonya and Seresa were sitting in the car and enjoying the time together happily. Both sides opened up to each other that night. Confessed. The relationship between people is so marvelous, I have long wanted to be together in my heart, but I can't say it. Obviously he was a stranger a month ago, but now he has become a close lover. It's a pity that Tonya will fly abroad again, and she won't be able to return until a week later. Xie Liao Sha insisted on sending Tonya to the station. Watching her leave in the car. Although it was only a short week, it was so long in the hearts of two people.

　　 At the station, Tonya and Sergey hugged and kissed each other. Passengers passing by saw that most of them smiled with blessings. After the two separated, Tonya blushed in embarrassment. She dragged her small suitcase and looked back at Seresha one step at a time. Sergey kept watching Tonya until she could no longer see her.

　　Dunnya's matter has come to an end for the time being. Out of concerns about his identity, Seryosha does not intend to disclose the relationship between the two for the time being. Business matters are not so smooth. Sergei lacks a stable supply of goods to supply the huge demand of Gorky City. After all, the people need daily necessities and daily necessities, not nuclear warheads and intercontinental missiles that can destroy a country. Without Tonya's company, Seresa now just wants to bury her head in work and forget her thoughts.

　　 After returning home, Sergeysha, who hadn’t returned all night, ran into Daddy Petrov who had been waiting for him at home. The old man seemed to stay up all night, a pile of cigarette butts scattered on the ground next to the sofa, and the air in the room was not very good.

　　 "I was relieved when I saw you come back. I thought something had happened to you?" Father Petrov said.

　　 "Nothing happened, just met a good girl." Xie Liao Sha smiled shyly.

　　 "It seems that you finally got the hang of it. What kind of work do you do and brought it back for a meal that day?" Father Petrov was very happy for Sergei from the bottom of his heart.

　　 "I'm a stewardess, very beautiful, and very nice. It was the girl who took Boris to the hospital that day" Sergey replied embarrassedly.

　　 Dad didn't blame Seriosha for not returning all night, but was happy for Seriosha from the heart. The old man took out a good wine, poured two glasses, one of which was handed to Seriosha, and said, "Today is really a good day to celebrate! But this is a good girl. If I were younger, I would be fascinated by him. living."

　　 Xie Liaosha and Dad clinked glasses and drank them all in one fell swoop. The old man waved his hand and went back to sleep, but Sergey remembered something. Yes, he thought of Popov’s address book. He suddenly remembered that some of them should be accomplices who helped Popov’s smuggling. From this point of view, that address book is for a smuggler. It is a priceless treasure. Officially, I still need to look for Mikhail. Mikhail has been in the circle of upper-class ladies and won the favor of many officials and wives. This is something that Sergei did not expect, okay. It's a pity to take advantage of it. Thinking of this, Sergey Sha called Mikhail and invited him to dinner in the evening. By the way, talk about business matters.

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　　 Gorky Port staff living area, in a lush woods, sporadically dotted with several gray villas. These are the homes of the leaders of Gorky Port. Ordinary workers mostly live in apartment-style dormitories, and everyone’s housing is allocated according to their ranks. The people who live here are all real powers in Gorky Port. Gorky is an industrial city that has risen due to the convenient transportation conditions of the Volga River, which shows the importance of the port to this city.

　　 Mikhail and Selesha are here today to visit Mrs. Zhukovsky, wife of Zhukovsky, one of the leaders of Gorky Port. Mikhail only met this lady through the introduction of ladies. Mrs. Zhukovsky had a good impression of Mikhail, and she liked the young man very much, of course, most of it was for money. The joint arrival of Mikhail and a young man today made Madame Zhukovsky very happy. Mrs. Zhukovsky quickly led the two to her storeroom, which was filled with a dazzling array of high-end gifts, ranging from Russian caviar produced in the Caspian Sea, which is more expensive than gold, to five major wineries with very rare production. The French wine produced goes to Cuban cigars sold by the root. There are even perfumes from Paris. These things can hardly be put in the spacious storage room.

　　 Mikhail and Sergey drove a truck today, and they did not empty Mrs. Zhukovsky’s storage room until the afternoon. Mikhail and Seleosa used canvas to cover the goods tightly, and all this was done. Mrs. Zhukovsky, who was about to make a fortune, was very happy to invite the two to enjoy Russian afternoon tea.

　　 The servants brought snacks and a pot of brewed black tea. Mrs. Zhukovsky warmly entertained the two people. Mikhail and Mrs. Zhukovsky talked happily. Sergei talked a few words from time to time. When Mrs. Zhukovsky asked when the two of them could get the money, Mikhail couldn't help but sighed and put down the teacup in his hand. Sergei Sha, who had always claimed to be Mikhail's secretary, spoke at this time. "Dear Madam, this batch of goods may not be so easy to handle. There are too many high-end goods in it that ordinary people can't afford."

　　 "So that's the case. Is there no other way?" Madam Zhukovsky's expression was a little disappointed. His son who was studying abroad heard that he had just made some friends, all of whom were the children of some high-ranking Soviet officials. Compared with the parents of his son’s friends, his husband Zhukovsky is just a small person. If his son is not generous, he might not be able to make friends with these people. Therefore, his son’s expenses are always high, and his son Is pursuing the daughter of a high-ranking official from the Ukrainian republic. So Mrs. Zhukovsky has always been keen to do business with people like Mikhail these days.

　　 "It would be great if this shipment could be sent abroad, where people's consumption level is high, these things are all very popular products." Sergey saw Madam Zhukovsky's lonely expression and added another sentence.

　　 "Is this all you need? That's too simple. Just call my husband's secretary." As soon as Mrs. Zhukovsky heard a play, she immediately asked for help. Sergei stopped speaking, and Mikhail immediately succeeded him. I have to say that Mikhail is indeed very popular, and Madame Zhukovsky did not speak big words. Under the compliments of Mikhail and Selesha, Mrs. Zhukovsky triumphantly dialed the phone of her husband’s secretary and said in an orderly tone: "I have a friend who has recently been sent to work abroad. So if you want to ship some furniture abroad, you should arrange it right away."

　　 The secretary over there did not decline, and immediately agreed. Sergei and Mikhail looked at each other and smiled.