Soviet Godfather

On the streets of the Russian community near Brighton Beach, New York, Ivankov was pushing Yuri out of a wheelchair in a wheelchair. The two talked and laughed like a father and son.

"Ivankov, take your nephew out for a walk?"

"Ivankov, come and sit in my tavern when you have time! I have good vodka here. I'll treat you!"

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From time to time, acquaintances and Ivankov greeted Ivankov on the street, and Ivankov responded one by one. Although I have only lived in this place for only a week, Ivankov seems to have become a celebrity in Brighton Beach, and everyone is happy to deal with him. And all this stems from a robbery that Ivankov and Yuri encountered on the first day they came here.

Ivankov drove an ambulance to Brighton Beach that day. He first found a clinic to place Yuri, and then found a place to live and settled down temporarily. The ambulance was abandoned by him in the neighbouring community. In a small alley. After all this was done, Ivankov was about to go to a bank to withdraw some money, but accidentally encountered a robbery.

Ivankov just walked into the door of the bank, only to find that everyone was lying on the ground strangely. Just when Ivankov felt strange, a revolver aimed at his temple.

"Raise your hand, don't speak, move forward slowly, hurry up!" Although the other party was covered, he could still hear the other party's voice full of fear and tension.

Ivankov did what the other party said. He raised his hands and walked slowly to the counter, turning his back to the guy behind him. The guy roughly checked that Ivankov's body had no weapons, and then smashed his forehead fiercely. Then he went back to the door to let the wind go.

Standing outside the counter, Ivankov clearly saw two guys with the same face mask holding large woven bags, frantically filling them with money, not even the coins!

"You stupid group of x, the large amount of banknotes have been recorded, even if you take it away, you can't spend it!" Ivankov teased.

"Shut up! You old bastard, I think you want to take a gun!" One of the robbers was busy putting money into his pocket, and was startled by Ivankov's sudden words. He was swearing, but he didn't stop for a moment, still holding money.

"It's almost done! It's coming if you don't take the slip!" Ivankov reminded in a playful tone.

"I tm told you not to make a noise, didn't you hear it?" A robber was upset by Ivankov, and immediately came over with a gun.

"Hey, buddy, I'm kind!" Ivankov touched the counter, and then began to sneer. But the other party obviously didn't want to let him go, his pace was getting faster and faster, getting closer and closer to Ivankov. Ivankov smiled, and suddenly he rushed up sideways. I don’t know when a pen suddenly appeared in his hand. Ivankov plunged it into the robber who was using a gun at him. Throat.

"!" There was a gunshot, and the glass of the bank shattered. The robber detained the flight before he fell, but Ivankov was not hit. He grabbed the gun, and shot at another robber.

"Bang!" Ivankov shot but missed, he hurriedly shrank to avoid the opponent. All the customers in the bank who were lying on the ground were frightened, and they all pressed tightly to the ground.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" The other robber who was standing at the counter just shot out all the bullets in one go, but didn't hit Ivankov. The guy standing at the door watching the wind held a gun and gestured for a long time, but he never pulled the trigger.

Ivankov was no longer polite, he straightened up and detained the flight at the two guys. The two robbers ran away frightened. Ivankov carried his gun and followed, shot after shot, one after another, chasing into the street, and after all the bullets were shot, he stopped.

Ivankov walked back to the bank, stroking the place where his forehead was hit by the robbers, annoyed. At this moment, everyone in the bank was looking at him in fear. Ivankov stroked his forehead, sat down on the sofa, threw the gun into the trash can, and said to the others: "It's okay, get up!"

Five minutes later, the rest of the people after the catastrophe were relieved. They surrounded Ivankov and kept thanking him. Ivankov had never received such treatment in his life. Although he was humble, he was actually happy in his heart. But he didn't act out of a sense of justice, it was just because those guys shot him on the head and made him unhappy.

After the police arrived, they briefly surveyed the scene, and then the ambulance pulled away the guy whose pen was inserted into his throat. The guy was a black man~www.readwn.com~ with a strong physique, but he was not dead. The police did not embarrass Ivankov too much. After all, there were many witnesses at the scene. Everyone can prove that Ivankov drove the robber out of self-defense.

What Ivankov opposed was the Soviet police, and he did not have any disgust with the American police. His attitude was quite cooperative. After the people at the bank helped him with the withdrawal procedures, Ivankov left here and went back to take care of Yuri.

But what Ivankov did not expect was that his heroic deeds soon spread throughout the Russian community. Coupled with the fact that his story was published in the Russian newspaper that night, many people knew Ivankov.

After a few days of training in the clinic, Yuri can finally no longer be hospitalized. He was taken back by Ivankov to a two-story apartment facing the street, where the two of them will temporarily live here for a while. Until I think of a solution to those Irish people. The doctor ordered Yuri to come back regularly for check-ups, but the others didn't say much. On the way back, the two of them kept greeting Ivankov, and Yuri realized that Ivankov had done such a big thing.

Ivankov and Yuri, who settled down, are not people who can cook. Every meal of theirs is settled in a nearby Russian restaurant. Especially during dinner time, many people will come to them to chat. Yuri has gone to a lot of places over the years, and his knowledge has gradually increased. The same is true for Ivankov. More and more people like to chat with them and listen to their legendary career. Many Russian residents have lived here for many years. For the mysterious Soviet Union, the war in Afghanistan was full of curiosity, coupled with the respect for Ivankov, everyone began to tell them about their life's distress, or consulted about the problems encountered in life, just a short one. week. Unconsciously, Yuri and Ivankov became the backbone of the residents here. (To be continued...)