Soviet Godfather

　　 Gorky City is the third largest city in the Russian Soviet Federal Socialist Republic. It is located at the confluence of the Volga River and its right bank tributary Wowa River. It is the capital of Gorky Oblast. The city spans both banks of the Wowa River. This is the hometown of Gorky. There is the Gorky Memorial, as well as numerous museums and universities, among which the following Novgorod German University is the most famous. It is also the most prestigious automobile city in the Soviet Union. The Gorky Automobile Factory is located in this city. Many famous Soviet automobile products, such as Volga, GAZ, and Seagull cars, were born here.

　　 Sergey and Daddy Petrov drove the stolen GAZ 69 to Gorky, and they could no longer move forward. The reason is simple, they have no money. After the excitement of a successful prison escape passed, the first question was not how to not be caught again, but how to survive.

　　 Sergey Sha checked all their current property. There were only some insulin stolen from the hospital and nitroglycerin for treating heart diseases. That's it, they only had thirty rubles.

　　 "Shall we get some money?" Sergey said to Father Petrov.

　　 "What's going on? Go steal it? Go steal it? So we don't have to go to Siberia, we will be caught back in a few days." Father Petrov said.

　　 "We can sell these medicines, we have to find a black market, and the hospital will not ask for items from unknown sources." Xie Liaosha suggested.

　　 "This is a good way. How can I find it?" Father Petrov asked again.

　　 "I don't know, go into the city and go around." Sergei finished speaking and drove into Gorky City.

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　　 1980 was the 16th year since Brezhnev took office as General Secretary. The Soviet Union was aggressive internationally. Not only did the number of nuclear weapons surpass the United States, it also sent troops to Afghanistan to realize the dream of Peter the Great. Moreover, this year will host the Olympic Games. This is the first time that the Soviet Union has hosted the Olympic Games. It can be said that this year is the most proud of a Soviet person.

　　 Although a more glorious road is ahead, life still has to go on. Daily necessities, tobacco, alcohol, sugar and tea are all available on a ticket basis. Without a ticket, you can't buy anything if you have money. As long as the housewives see a line on the street, they will basically not ask what to sell, they will queue up first. But sometimes, such as weddings and funerals, how to buy things without a ticket. Then you can only go to the black market. Although the price is a bit more expensive, it is finally available.

　　 The people in Gorky are very enthusiastic. A kind-hearted lady just pointed the way for a guy who was going to his girlfriend's house but couldn't buy vodka. That special market is in a small alley in the car factory. Workers’ houses are all around, the place is not easy to find, and it only opens at night.

The GAZ 69 was too targeted in the urban area. Sergey Sha parked the car in the parking lot of the workers’ living quarters. There were some vacant dormitories in the living quarters for rent. These were workers with housing occupying public houses. The rent is more than ten rubles a month, which is not a small fortune for a worker who earns more than 300 rubles a month. Sergei found a place easily, but the money in his hand was reduced by half.

　　 Sergey Sha and Daddy Petrov didn’t have dinner, they all waited to take their insulin and nitroglycerin to the black market to try their luck in the evening.

　　 With the advent of night, people squeezed into the free market in the Gorky Auto Factory area in twos and threes. There are several interconnected alleys, so it is not easy to be caught by the police when doing business here. Sergei and Daddy Petrov broke apart at a fork in the road, each moving in the same direction.

　　 There are many products on the market, and many of them are not available in state-owned stores, such as Cuban cigars, French perfumes, Swiss watches and sabers, and some Japanese gadgets. Of course, the prices are surprisingly high. There are also some foods sold here, such as smoked fish and bacon. In short, as long as you have money, you can buy everything you want here, including guns, but no one sells that thing.

　　 Xie Liaosha took out a box of insulin and a box of nitroglycerin from his school bag. When I saw someone coming over, I showed it to others. I thought that no one would buy it, but the business was surprisingly good.

　　 "How much is insulin?" asked a middle-aged man who looked like an intellectual with glasses.

　　 "Six rubles a box." Sergey said casually.

　　 "Can it be cheaper, but my love needs to use it every day?" the middle-aged man pleaded.

　　 "Then five rubles, it can't be lower." Seresha replied.

　　 "Bring me twenty boxes." The middle-aged man seemed very satisfied with the price.

　　 "Why don't you go to the hospital to buy it?" Xie Liosa asked curiously.

　　 "My spouse is a housewife. Except for cadres, ordinary people can't be reimbursed for this kind of chronic disease medicine." The middle-aged man replied helplessly.

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　　 Hundreds of boxes of insulin quickly sold out, and there were only a few boxes of nitroglycerin left, and they were packaged and sold to the last customer by Sergey Sha. With nearly two thousand rubles in hand, it was almost a profit, and he earned the equivalent of a worker's half-year's income in one night. Sergey really didn't expect it. He hurriedly collected the money and returned along the same path to find Daddy Petrov.

　　Papa Petrov looked triumphant. Sergey knew what he was trying to say, so he made a color and told him to be careful. Don’t be too happy and sad to make people look at him. Two people left the market as quickly as possible.

With money in hand, they didn’t panic. The two of them simply ate something and took a rest. The business in the black market at night made Sergey a little bit excited, and the escape from prison made him a little worried. The two moods were mixed, Sergey. I couldn't fall asleep until dawn.

　　 Early the next morning, Xie Liaosha went out, bought some coffee, eggs, butter, bacon, and found the nearest newspaper. Papa Petrov was in charge of making breakfast, and Sergey was sitting and flipping through the newspaper. The above did not mention the jailbreak, but only mentioned that a factory producing fireworks for the Olympics exploded, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com leader cordially cared, the victims were emotionally stable and so on. What makes Sergeisha strange is that such a serious matter has happened, why did it not appear in the newspaper, but after thinking about it carefully, it is relieved, probably because the KGB has too many secrets that cannot be told.

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Leningrad, inside the KGB Leningrad Intelligence Building, the bell at eleven o’clock in the evening has already struck, a lamp in the corner at the end of the corridor is still bright, a young man with blond hair is still busy, this name is Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin’s youth has been working here for four years after graduating from the Leningrad Law Faculty. It is the first time that he has taken over such a big case. The escape from Lubyanka Prison in Moscow a week ago caused a huge disturbance within the KGB. Although the incident was suppressed by the people above and did not cause any big waves in the country, the prisoners who ran away from Lubyanka Prison Among them are Chechen separatists, those who violently resist the Soviet regime, and traitors who have been bought by hostile countries. Others are people who have blocked the KGB road. As a world-famous intelligence agency, the KGB is a powerful force. In order to protect its own interests, it is natural to deal with these people. So many fugitives were not captured by the Moscow KGB, so some information on fugitives was assigned to the Leningrad branch.

After reading the photos of the burnt through the door of the Lubyanka prison confinement room and the analysis report of the experts on the cause of the explosion, Pu * Kyoto somewhat admires this student named Sergei Ivanovich Ulyanov. The project In the group, he was nicknamed "Lubyanka Silver Fox".

　　 "Silver Fox, where are you?"

　　 (Thank you for your support. I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival in advance. I will write a few more chapters during the holidays.)