Soviet Godfather

The intoxicating spring breeze blew into the car window, charming music came from the radio in the car, Tonya and Seryosha were sitting in the car happily enjoying the time together, and both sides opened up to each other that night open heart. The relationship between people is so wonderful, they clearly want to be together a long time ago, but they just can't say it. They were strangers a month ago, but now they have become close lovers. It's a pity that Tonya has to fly abroad again, and she won't be able to come back until a week later. Seryozha insisted on seeing Tonya to the station. Watch her leave in the car. Although it was only a short week, it was indeed so long in the hearts of the two of them.

At the station, Tonya and Seryozha embraced and kissed each other. Most of the passing passengers saw them smiling in blessing. After the two parted, Dongia still blushed with embarrassment. She dragged her small suitcase and looked back at Seryozha every step of the way. Seryozha watched Tonya until he could no longer see her.

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

After returning home, Seryozha, who hadn't returned all night, met Petrov's father who had been waiting for him to come back. Dad seemed to have not slept all night, a pile of cigarette butts were scattered on the ground beside the sofa, and the air in the room was not very good.

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

"Nothing happened, I just met a nice girl." Seryozha smiled shyly.

"It seems that you finally got the hang of it. What kind of work do you bring back for dinner that day?" Father Petrov was really happy for Serezha from the bottom of his heart.

"It's a stewardess, very beautiful and nice. It's the girl who took Boris to the hospital that day," Seryozha replied shyly.

The old man didn't blame Xie Liaosha for not returning all night, but he was very happy for Xie Liaosha from the bottom of his heart. The old man took out the good wine, poured two glasses, handed one to Sergei, and said, "Today is a good day to celebrate! Then she is a good girl, and if I were younger, I would be fascinated by her too." living."

Seryozha and his father clinked glasses and drank them all in one gulp. Father waved his hand and went back to bed, but Seryozha remembered something. Yes, he remembered the address book of Popov. He suddenly remembered that some of them should be the accomplices who helped Popov smuggle. From this point of view, the address book is very important for a smuggler. Simply priceless. Mikhail is still the one to be approached for official matters. Mikhail has become very successful in the circle of high-ranking ladies, and has won the favor of many officials and wives. This is something that Seryozha did not expect. It would be a pity to take advantage of it. Thinking of this, Seryozha called Mikhail and invited him to dinner in the evening. By the way, let's talk about business matters.

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The living area of ​​the Gorky Port staff, in a lush forest, is dotted sporadically, a few gray villas. These are the homes of the leaders of the Port of Gorky. Ordinary workers mostly live in apartment-style dormitories, and everyone's housing is allocated according to their grades. The people who live here are all powerful factions in Gorky Port. Gorky City is an industrial city that has risen relying on the convenient transportation conditions of the Volga River, which shows the importance of the port to the city.

Mikhail and Seryosha are here today to visit Mrs. Zhukovsky, wife of Zhukovsky, one of the leaders of Gorky Port. Mikhail met the lady through the introduction of the ladies. Mrs. Zhukovsky had a good impression of Mikhail and liked the young man very much.

Of course, most of it is for the sake of money. The arrival of Mikhail and a young man today made Mrs. Zhukovsky very happy. Mrs. Zhukovsky quickly led the two to her storage room, which was full of high-end gifts, from the Russian caviar produced in the Caspian Sea, which was priced at a price of gold, to the five major wineries whose production was very scarce. From French wines produced to Cuban cigars sold by the stick. There are even perfumes from Paris. There is hardly room for these things in the spacious storage room.

Mikhail and Seryozha arrived today in a truck, and they did not empty Madame Zhukovsky's storage room until afternoon. Mikhail and Seriosha covered the goods tightly with canvas, and took care of everything. Mrs. Zhukovsky, who is about to make a fortune, is very happy to invite the two to enjoy Russian afternoon tea together.

The servants brought refreshments and a pot of brewed black tea. Mrs. Zhukovsky warmly entertained the two of them. Mikhail and Mrs. Zhukovsky were chatting happily, and Seryozha had a few conversations from time to time. When Mrs. Zhukovsky asked the two when they would get the money, Mikhail couldn't help but let out a long sigh and put down the teacup in his hand. Then Seryozha, who had always claimed to be Mikhail's secretary, spoke. "Dear Madam, I'm afraid this batch of goods is not 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?" Mrs. Zhukovsky looked a little disappointed. His son who was studying abroad heard that he had just made some friends who 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 it weren't for his son's generosity, he might not have made friends with these people. Therefore, his son's expenses are always high, and his son The daughter of a high-ranking Ukrainian republic official is being courted. So Mrs. Zhukovsky has been keen to do business with people like Mikhail these days.

"It would be great if we could send this batch of goods abroad. People there have a high level of consumption, and these things are in high demand." Seeing Mrs. Zhukovsky's desolate expression, Seryozha added another sentence.

"Is that enough? That's too simple, just call my husband's secretary." Mrs. Zhukovsky immediately asked for help when she heard that there was something going on. Seryozha said no more, and Mikhail immediately took his place. I have to say that Mikhail is indeed very likable, and Mrs. Zhukovsky is indeed not boasting. Under the compliments of Mikhail and Seriosha, Mrs. Zhukovsky triumphantly dialed the phone number of her husband's secretary and said in an orderly tone: "A friend of mine was sent to work abroad recently. So you need to ship some furniture abroad, and you should arrange it right away."

The secretary over there did not refuse, and immediately agreed. Seryozha and Mikhail smiled at each other.