The magnificent Lion Garden, luxurious and full of historical atmosphere, the moment you step in, you can appreciate the quiet mind of the former queen of Tsarist Russia.

Robert John loved it.

As a knight and nobleman, his admiration for the royal family is engraved in his bones, and here, in every night in the Lion Garden, it will be particularly wonderful and colorful.

The Queen of Tsarist Russia, in those old days, had dated dozens of lovers here.

There is no difference between a weekday and a day.

Although demonstrations are everywhere in Leningrad, Moscow, Ukraine and the Soviet Union, the former royal garden is still a paradise.

There are men in black tuxedos who are polite and holding wine glasses, there are officers in military uniforms who keep smiling and the ballroom is bewitching and colorful, and there are high-ranking officials with slightly mottled foreheads but still red and full of wealth and nobility smiling happily.

In addition to the dignitaries of the northern cities of the Soviet Union, there were also wealthy businessmen and bankers from all over the world.

Of course, as the highest level of exchange in Leningrad, there is no shortage of brightly dressed ladies and beauties in such a place.

There are girls in white dresses who are shy to respond to the accosting of their favorites, there are young women in light blue who smile and look at people, and there are gorgeous girls in the most beautiful dresses, carrying wine glasses from circle to circle.

Here, as long as you know a nobleman, you can avoid ten years of detours, and even have no worries about food and clothing for a lifetime.

Elegant girls, charming ladies, but nothing else, all wore the most brilliant and colorful dresses. Tight at the top and loose at the bottom, it outlines a mesmerizing arc, and the fluttering white neck underneath is dazzling.

Having spent fifteen years in China, Robert knows a lot of Chinese idioms.

One of the most chic idioms suddenly came to mind.

The flowers trembled.

With the laughter of the women in the banquet hall, the trembling scenery is not just flowers and branches.

"Hey! Robert. My friend. ”

A middle-aged man in a tuxedo shouted to Robert John, and as soon as he approached, he stretched out his arms to greet him.

Anthony Oldkin.

Head of an office of the State Bank of the USSR in Leningrad.

With a fat head and big ears, his face is full of oil, and when he laughs, he is almost invisible with a pair of eyes, which makes it difficult to have a good impression.

Shameless guy.

Robert John cursed inwardly, a feeling of disgust welling up, and the two of them were so close that they could almost see the spots on Anthony Oldkin's face, which were full of disgusting black substance.

Still, despite his disgust, Robert smiled most passionately, and his eyes narrowed like Oldkin's hug.

"Anthony, my dearest friend. It's a pleasure to meet you. ”

"My friend. You're late. ”

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for that, but there was a reason for it. ”

“......”

"Hi. John. You're late today. ”

"Oh. I'm sorry. ”

With the arrival of Robert John, some people who knew him well came to say hello, whether it was a dignitary or a gorgeous lady present, everyone had the most sincere smile on their faces.

There are very few people in Leningrad high society today who do not know the philanthropist Robert John.

This knight from England was known for his generosity and kindness.

Charity donations start at $100,000, and banquets are never charged, which is so generous, but it's unbelievable.

Of course, it's another thing for someone to say behind his back that this guy is a fat-headed, big-eared idiot.

Such a generous gentleman, no one does not like it.

"Mr. John. I miss you to death. ”

A slender and beautiful woman walked over, and as soon as she arrived, she took the initiative to take Robert's arm.

Irina Tarasova, the host of Leningrad Radio known for her purity and beauty, the dream lover of countless men and boys in Leningrad, many of whom have a pure and moving poster on the bedside of their homes.

However, ever since she met Robert John, this innocent and beautiful woman fell in love with Mr. Knight from England.

Love is forgetful, love goes to the soup.

Now, he doesn't even care about other people's eyes, he doesn't care about his popularity being affected, and he takes the initiative to hold Robert, and his chest that is difficult to turn to the side is trembling against Robert's arm.

The people in the banquet hall looked sideways for a while.

Most of the eyes of men are playful, and most of the eyes of women are jealousy or contempt.

To be able to come here, who hasn't thought about it at all.

Robert, the old guy, is fifty years old, fat like a big white pig, Irina is in her prime, pure and moving, she will never really fall in love with such an old guy.

Of course, Robert also knows this.

But so what.

On that night in the annex, Irina under her was like the rebirth of Empress Katerina.

As a knight, it is instinct to submit to imperial power, but when the whole of Tsarist Russia is under him, there is nothing more glorious.

Allowed Irina to hold his arm, Robert smiled and greeted the acquaintances around him, as a Soviet striker, he knew exactly what his mission was.

The banquet in the central area is stacked like a hill, and the royal silverware holds all kinds of delicacies, deep-sea fish, and rare delicacies made by the royal family. Wine glasses are stacked on top of each other like an attic, and a handsome waiter in white is holding a wine bottle and pouring wine.

Red wine, clear glasses.

Under the illumination, it exudes a psychedelic color that makes people feel intoxicated.

Passing by the wine room, Robert picked up a wine glass casually, and the pride and gratitude in his heart could not be described.

Hundreds of years ago, the ancestor of John's family was even a duke, but the glory was drowned after all, and the past glory disappeared in the dust of history.

By the time of Robert John's generation, the family's honour was reduced to the humble knighthood.

As a young man, Robert was as proud as any other young man who wanted to revive the glory of John's family, and in order to accomplish this goal, he resolutely entered the banking industry.

Because as a native of the United Kingdom, he knows that finance is the shortest way to gain a foothold in high society.

Until... He was sent to Huaxia to take up a post.

One stay, that's fifteen years.

At that time, Robert's heart was hopeless, and the bitter cold land was almost like ignorance, except for disaster and pain, and there was only poverty.

"Hey, John!"

Passing by a small circle, someone familiar to Robert raised his glass to greet him, put away his thoughts, picked up the wine glass and raised it, and took a sip of mellow wine, which made people feel a little dizzy.

"Robert. Let me introduce you to Mr. Ivan of the National Security Council. Ivan, this is my good friend Robert John. You can call him Robert the same way I do. ”

“......”