Soviet Godfather

In the conference room of the political bureau in the Gorky Automobile Manufacturing Plant, the branch director Nikita Mikhailovich Markov is sitting on the main seat of the conference room and talking, and the ashes of cigarettes are scattered with his excited gestures. Xiang everywhere, even on the clothes of the officials sitting next to him, but they did not dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction. Everyone was sitting in jeopardy, listening carefully to the director's remarks. In Director Markov’s speech, a few uncivilized words popped out from time to time, and everyone in the room also came in with their left ears and their right ears. Leader? It just wants you to listen carefully to what he says. How could he know if you didn't listen. In fact, everyone is expecting the meeting to end soon.

　　 Chernenko, who was sitting at the end of the conference room, kept holding a pen and writing something in the notebook. If someone walks into this conference room at this moment, they will find that the room is almost full of old men. Yes, there is only Chernenko, a young man. Markov's eyes floated to Chernenko from time to time, if he walked to Chernenko at this moment and leaned down to take a closer look at what he was doing. He will be mad with anger, maybe his brain blood vessels will explode on the spot. Chernenko is painting a portrait of Markov who is dancing and talking. People who grow up in Leningrad are always full of artistic cells, and Chernenko is no exception. Although I used a pen, I still painted it vividly, perfectly showing Markov's angry expression, and under the portrait there were uncivilized words that Markov had just used.

Markov looked at the absent-minded Chernenko getting more and more angry, and his voice became hoarse. The little **** actually went his own way as if he hadn't heard, so Markov raised his voice again, loudly. Said: "Some of our cadres and comrades have recently wasted their energy on trivial small cases. So many big and important cases have not been solved. Do you know which one is important? Now the detention rooms are full?"

"And the most annoying thing is that he was actually trying to catch a gangster who rewarded his relatives. The Internal Affairs Bureau was run by your family? What do you want to do? Don’t think that you are a small leader with little power in your hands. Just do whatever you want, Lao Tzu is not dead yet, here Lao Tzu has the final say."

Chernenko is still indifferent, but his portrait of Markov has a few more strokes. Under a big head is a small body with a cane, and the uniform he wears is no longer a police uniform. It looks like the clothes worn by prisoners. Chernenko seemed very satisfied with his work, and a smile leaked from his face.

Markov looked at the smile on Chernenko’s face. He knew that his generous speech was completely in vain, and he could no longer control his emotions. He picked up the meeting documents in front of him and pointed towards him fiercely. He threw it away at Chernenko, swearing loudly: "Ciernenko, are you TMD listening to me?"

　　 Chernenko looked up at Markov and said nonchalantly: "Yes, I'm listening, please continue." After speaking, he continued to do what he was just interested in.

　　 "Then you can TMD put down your **** pen and repeat what I just said?" Chernenko didn't plan to let Chernenko go so easily, he asked Chernenko.

　　 "TMD, GRD, I bought a watch last year!" Chernenko said innocently. Several colleagues tried their best to keep themselves from laughing, but their trembling shoulders betrayed them. Markov immediately looked at these people fiercely. These people immediately reduced their expressions, but they couldn't control them for a while, which was really uncomfortable.

　　 Markov kicked on the conference table, pointed at Chernenko with trembling fingers, and roared, "You TMD get out of me immediately, get out!" This roar almost exhausted Markov's energy.

　　 At this moment of inability, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and Markov's secretary walked in with a nervous expression. When Markov saw that his secretary came in, he became even more unhappy, just about to have an attack. This is a few more people suddenly behind the secretary.

　　 "Markov, we belong to the KGB, we want you to find out about some things, and everyone else will leave here." The person behind the secretary said.

　　 The people in the room quickly left the meeting room like a ghost, including Markov’s secretary. Chernenko was the last one to leave. Markov can no longer take care of Chernenko, he has noticed that he is about to be in big trouble. He looked at these KGB personnel, with a frightened and somewhat flattering expression on his face, and a layer of cold sweat oozes from his forehead.

　　 "Excuse me, what do you want to know about me?" Markov try to relax himself, UU reading www. He didn't dare to look at those KGB faces.

　　 "Did you write a letter to your son recently? This letter has been intercepted by us. There are some words in the above. We think you are challenging the authority of the leader." said the leader of the KGB.

　　 "What kind of words are they?" Markov felt a little inexplicable.

"You wrote in your letter that you, a lazy and greedy fat man, know all day about drag racing, hunting, and watching movies (the three hobbies of Boss). I really don’t know if God allows you to live in this world. For what? We think your words are alluding to our respected General Secretary Brezhnev." The KGB replied.

"No, I definitely didn't mean that. I was just teaching my son in my heart, and I was definitely not insinuating the leader." Markov felt that he was totally wronged, just because of such a few words of anger to teach his son. Here comes the KGB.

　　 No one in this conference room listened to his explanation. A KGB agent took out his handcuffs. Markov stepped back, subconsciously trying to avoid him, but was suddenly subdued by the young agent. He put handcuffs on Markov, and several KGBs drove him outside. Markov's face was gray, he had no strength to walk.

A middle-aged KGB agent saw Markov at such an age and thought she was a bit pitiful, so he comforted him and said, "You should feel lucky. If it were in the Stalin era, you would be shot 100%! Now, at most. Just stay in the Gulag for a few years."

　　 Markov was taken out of the political situation in the Gorky Automobile Manufacturing Plant. The police in the internal affairs bureau saw this scene, and everyone was afraid to avoid it. Chernenko stood by the window of his office and watched the scene leisurely, with a satisfied smile on his face.