Soviet Godfather

On the streets of Warsaw, Poland, a black Volga car approached a dilapidated alley. ∠㈧?㈧?㈠???㈠The car came to the side of the road and stopped slowly. Aslan Usoyan, a member of the Gorky Gang, nicknamed "Hassan", opened the door of the car. He walked to the door of a house facing the street and knocked gently on the door. quickly. A small window in the door was opened.

"Hassan? Why are you here?" a man standing behind the door glanced, and then asked.

"I brought someone here and want to talk about a big deal with you!" Hassan replied.

"Is it reliable?" the other party asked cautiously.

"You can rest assured, reliable!" Hassan assured the other party. The sound of opening the door soon came from the house, Hassan turned his head and tilted his head, motioning for Yakov who was sitting in the car to get out quickly.

Yakov stepped out of the car and trot to catch up with Hassan. The door opened only a small gap, allowing only one person to pass through at a time. Hassan walked into the room and raised his arms consciously. He motioned to Jacob. The husband did the same. Soon a few people with armbands on their sleeves and guns on their bodies came over and began to search their bodies. Someone poked their heads out, observing the situation on the street, and slowly closed the door after confirming that there was nothing unusual.

The presence of Hassan and Yakov was arranged by Selesha. During this time, there were police officers who came out during work hours in Moscow. Hasan’s business could not be opened at all, and Sobchak warned Seryosha again, warning him that the current mode of fund operation had huge hidden dangers, which made Seryosha to be marginalized from smuggling. A new understanding of business.

Sergei has incorporated Hassan and Ivankov's troops. This is a ready-made smuggling channel. Compared with the channels through which Sergei and the border guards cooperate in smuggling oil, both channels have their own advantages and disadvantages. Now Sergey Sha wants to expand the smuggling business in his hands. There is no reason to give up the hard work left by Hasan and Ivankov, so Sergey specially called Yakov to Moscow and asked him to join forces with Hasan to replace the existing ones. Business is bigger and stronger. But when Sergei learned about Hassan's overseas partners, he couldn't help but be surprised. It was the Solidarity union that blocked his trade with William Pick.

At this moment, Hassan and Yakov appeared in Poland, just to get in touch with the Solidarity Trade Union, hoping to establish a cooperative relationship with them. The person responsible for searching Hassan and Yakov showed nothing wrong with them, and they confirmed to their companions that they were safe. Soon people who knew Hassan came up to greet him enthusiastically.

"Hassan, the belly is one size bigger again. It's almost like my pregnant wife. It seems that your business has been good lately, otherwise you won't come back so soon!" The people here talk to Hassan. It should be very familiar, and someone kept coming up to say hello to Hassan. Hassan always greeted him with a smile and gave some small gifts from time to time.

"Who is this kid?" someone pointed to Yakov and asked.

"He is my nephew. I will bring him to recognize the door. From now on, we will come to Poland to discuss business!" Hasan explained.

"Why didn't Little Japan come? He won't go in again, will he?" someone asked caringly.

"Ivankov has gone to the United States, and it should have been pretty good now!" Hassan replied.

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After a short greeting, Hassan and the others were taken to the restaurant. Someone served them a fairly sumptuous dinner. Of course, you shouldn’t be too concerned about the lack of beef in the potato goulash and the coffee for too long. After all, the products here in Poland The problem of shortage is more serious than in the Soviet Union.

The two of them were really hungry all the way. They ate the food on the plate while waiting for each other's arrangements. About twenty minutes later someone opened the door and said to them, "Hassan, the priest wants to see you!"

Hassan and Yakov immediately put down the tableware in their hands and followed them to tell their people to leave the restaurant. To Yakov’s surprise, they were taken on the roof and left the room on the roof tiles. The house, the guide led them on the roof of this residential area, alive like a scene in a spy movie.

"Poland is now under martial law, and Solidarity is now an illegal organization. Everyone must be very careful!" Hassan panted and explained to Yakov. Yakov nodded to express his understanding. He didn't know how far they had gone. The two got in through the windows of an attic. They walked down the attic and came to the living room on the first floor of the house. The man with the cross hanging in front is sitting on the sand and reading a book. Seeing the arrival of the two, the man put down the books in his hands.

"Father Buzek, we meet again!" Hassan greeted the man. Hassan and Yakov sat on the sand beside Father Buzek, and soon someone served them two drinks. , Hassan raised his glass and drank it.

"Hassan, if you want to make a phone call, why are you running here yourself, don't you know that our place is dangerous?" Father Buzek blamed.

"Sorry priest, we have important things to discuss with you, business matters!" Hassan said straightforwardly.

"What are your thoughts?" Father Buzek leaned forward and asked.

"We want to cooperate with you to smuggle food to the Soviet Union!" Yakov said suddenly.

"Yes, this is the purpose of our visit this time!" Hassan also said ~www.readwn.com~Food, how much profit can this be? Is our business bad now? "Father Buzek asked disdainfully.

"Our current business is very good, but the food business will be even better!" Yakov said.

Father Buzek looked at Yakov. He didn't like the young man who had been interrupting. However, someone told him that Yakov was Hassan's nephew, but he couldn't tell, there was silence in the room for a while. Father Buzek said: "Hassan..."

"Can you give me a chance to have a good talk with you?" Yakov continued. He interrupted Father Buzek, Father Buzek looked at Hassan, Hassan smiled and nodded, seemingly confident in his nephew.

"Does this kid really have any good suggestions?" Father Buzek thought in his heart. He nodded and motioned to Yakov to continue.

"Father Buzek, please be forgiving. I think most of the members of your Solidarity trade unions have no intention of overthrowing the Polish government. They are just being unable to survive because of the shortage of economy, and they have gone to the present. Road. Instead of buying high-priced arms with American aid dollars and smuggled money, you might as well give up armed resistance and provide a stable food supply for the common people! Are you right, Buze Father K?" Yakov said calmly.

"Who the **** are you? Is it a running dog sent by the city government? Hassan!" Father Buzek's face changed drastically, and he asked Hassan angrily. This guy's words sounded like the government's tone.

"We are here to negotiate with you on behalf of Mr. Nicholas!" Hassan replied without changing his face.

"Nicholas? That Nicholas?" Father Buzek asked in a flustered expression, he unconsciously touched a pistol on his waist.

"Mr. Nikolai who helped you transport dollars!" Yakov replied.