Struggle in Russia

Gerasimov knew that stalling for time was useless. He couldn't get through today's level no matter what. If he delayed it any longer and made someone angry, wouldn't it be stupid to just kill him?

He walked out of the office tremblingly. Without even looking, he could tell that Nikolai Milyutin's confidant had a gloomy expression. His face was darker than the bottom of the pot, and at least he looked like he wanted to beat him up.

Gerasimov swallowed hard and tried to force out a smile and walked carefully to the other party: "I'm really sorry, there are too many trivial matters and I kept you waiting for so long!"

The other party just glanced at him sideways and then hummed coldly, which immediately gave Gerasimov a chill.

With a smile on his face, he said flatteringly: "Please come to the reception room. Yesterday, some good Indian black tea came. Let's have a chat while drinking tea. How about it?"

However, the other party was completely ungrateful and said coldly: "No need, I am pressed for time. Count Nikolai Milyutin is still waiting for my news! I came here just to ask how your local prosecutor's department responded. Why is it that a small case with abundant evidence has been delayed for so long! Are you just itchy or are you used to being passive and slacking off?"

The corners of Gerasimov's mouth twitched, and he wanted to retaliate: This is not a small case! How small! You are killing me!

But he didn't have the courage, so he could only laugh and say: "This... this... the case... the case is quite complicated, and we also want to try to figure it out as much as possible, and then..."

Before he could finish speaking, the other party said categorically: "There's nothing more! Your Excellency the Earl is very angry. You should know the consequences. If you procrastinate any longer, then Your Excellency the Earl will have to deal with a group of people who have neglected their duties. That's just right." There is a shortage of manpower over there in Siberia, do you want to go there to dig potatoes?”

Gerasimov was taken aback and quickly explained: "Don't worry! Please listen to me. It's not that we are deliberately slacking off, but this case is indeed quite complicated and the requirements in all aspects are relatively high. You also I don’t want the court to find excuses to reject it, so I really need more time..."

He was ruthlessly interrupted again: "The count is not interested in listening to your many excuses. The count's meaning is very clear. Either you will send the indictment to the court today, or the count will issue you a pass to Siberia today. The crime there is getting worse and worse and there is a shortage of prosecutors!”

Gerasimov was frightened. He knew that this matter could not be fooled. The other party made it clear that as long as the result did not care about his life or death, there was no way he could resist it. He could only reply with a sad face: "My side It’s okay to prepare an indictment, but what if the court rejects it?”

But the other party sneered: "That blind person dares to reject it? Could it be that they also want to dig potatoes in Siberia?"

Gerasimov couldn't say a word, because he knew that there was no way to resist him. It was clear that he was going to crush him, and he would kill anyone who dared to stand in the way. Who else dared to seek death?

Forget it!

There is no way to avoid disaster. At worst, when the superiors investigate, it is better to shift the responsibility to the other party, saying that the other party is strong and unreasonable.

Gerasimov sighed while planning whether he should move around quickly. If that didn't work, he could quickly transfer him through connections, so as not to stay here and be retaliated against. He had heard before that there was a vacancy in Moscow?

Gerasimov was sent to the court in the pitiful eyes of everyone. He felt that the way everyone looked at him was no different from seeing off a dead person.

Strictly speaking, he is no different from a dead person, except that more than half of his career is already dead. The remaining half is only half full of breath. It's hard to say when it will be completely discouraged.

When the court staff saw the contents of the indictment, they looked at him strangely, with pity and gloating, as if they were waiting to see a joke.

Anyway, he didn't know how he got out of the court or how he got home. After sitting in his living room for a whole afternoon, he realized that this should be regarded as absenteeism, and it was time for the prosecutor to teach him a lesson.

He became very angry when he thought of that old guy, because he was the one who threw this unfortunate case.

His expression at that time clearly indicated evil intentions. I had long heard that the old guy was trying to get him away to make room for his nephew.

He did it on purpose!

The more Gerasimov thought about it, the angrier and more impulsive he became. When he was so angry, he wanted to rush into the old guy's office and strangle him to death.

However, his reverie was interrupted by a rapid knock on the door. The sound was so impatient that it seemed as if the door and door frame were being removed.

"Could it be that the old guy came here to cause trouble?"

Gerasimov had a headache. Although he hated that old guy, he really didn't dare to confront him. When he saw him, he felt numb all over like a mouse seeing an old cat. He didn't have the courage to resist at all. .

He began to think of excuses to see if he could get away with being absent from work. However, when he opened the door, the person standing outside was not the prosecutor general who disliked him, but the judge of the district court, Nicola Ume. Love.

He had dealt with the other party several times. This person had a similar status to him in the local court, and they were both small figures.

As soon as Gerasimov wanted to say hello to the other party, Umerov sprayed him in the face: "Yakov Alexeevich, you bastard! What do you mean! You think hiding and not opening the door is a sign of shrinking." Is the turtle okay?!"

Gerasimov glanced at him. Anyone else would be upset if he was scolded for no reason. He said unhappily: "Pay attention to the way you speak. Where are your most basic manners? Your parents never taught you how to interact with others." Talk?"

Umerov spat and jumped: "Politeness? There is no need to be polite to a bastard like you. Why should I be polite to you when you want to kill me?"

Gerasimov frowned and said, "I don't understand a word of what you are talking about. When have I ever harmed you?"

"You don't admit it, do you?"

Umerov angrily pulled out a document from his briefcase and threw it to Gerasimov.

"You dare to say you didn't do this?!"

Gerasimov suppressed his displeasure and glanced at the document. Not to mention it looked very familiar. Isn't this the indictment he was forced to send in the morning?

"Why is the indictment here with you?" He probably guessed what was going on.

"Why are you here?!" Umerov was so angry that his chest heaved up and down rapidly, and he almost choked to death. "If you didn't send this damn thing over, he could have run away on his own. Do you want to go to my desk?"