In today's situation, as long as you can eat and live, it is already the best job.

Empty piles of cold rubles and bonds, but not being able to buy food, is arguably the most terrible thing of this era......

Since the failure of the global cereal harvest and the failure of the Soviet Union's policy of centralizing control over agriculture, the former Soviet Union has been unable to pay foreign suppliers of imported grain on time, resulting in the suspension of a large amount of freight trade.

If a few years ago long queues for sausages were thought to be the worst of the worst, since 1991 it has become the norm to see long queues for sugar, cream, rice, salt, flour, potatoes and other basic foods.

Even as the director of the Nikolaev shipyard, Makarov has not had a decent dinner for a long time, and in the current environment, a turkey and a few sausages are already considered a luxury.

Makarov thought as he lifted the lid of the hemispherical plate with a hint of anticipation.

The next moment, a rich aroma spreads from the plate in front of him, accompanied by a mellow aroma of meat and black pepper that Makarov almost forgets, combined with the heat rising from the authentic Russian beet soup, even just smelling it can make people feel a lot warmer.

Next to the Russian potato goulash, there is the classic large leba bread drizzled with chive oil, and the soft mashed potatoes made with creamy honey are juxtaposed side by side with caviar that exudes a rich luster on each surface.

The only fly in the ointment is that Makarov did not find the shadow of the "eaux-de-vie" vodka, but a simple glass of home-brewed wine can barely solve his cravings for drinking in the past few months.

Grunt......

Makarov, who was already hungry, swallowed hard, and instantly felt his stomach begin to protest.

Without any hesitation, the old man quickly picked up the metal fork next to the plate, looked at the potato beef stew and other accompaniments in front of him that exuded the smell of heat and meat, and couldn't wait to fork a piece and stuff it into his mouth.

The potatoes and beef are very soft and flavorful, and the ingredients may be related to the choice, which is far more substantial than what he has eaten before.

The carefully boiled potatoes have long been stewed golden brown, soft and rosinous in the mouth, and the gaps between them are soaked with beef broth, accompanied by the warmth of black pepper, and the chill that has been haunting Makarov these days almost instantly dissipates.

"The food in the wizarding world is so delicious, blessed are the boys in the shipyard......

At this moment, Makarov's face suddenly froze.

Wait, if this is what wizards call a worker's daily meal, then it's too costly, right?

If such a sumptuous supply of three meals can really be fully realized, the entire staff of the Nikolaev shipyard will become one of the happiest people living in this large area of land this winter.

At the same time, Makarov remembered in his mind the contract that was placed on the table, and the phrase that the girl repeated at least three or four times in his memory - all for Ulyanov.

"Transfer...... Red Tinder...... I see!"

Makarov stood up suddenly, walked quickly to his desk, opened the drawer with a rough movement, found a telephone book that had been sitting for a long time, and carefully checked the name and position on it.

He vividly remembered that the little witch had a casual request before leaving, hoping that he could help write letters to some familiar Soviet researchers, inviting them to temporarily help in the potato shop opened by the Destiny Group.

However, the remuneration paid is very strange, and it is possible to set the share of the number of potatoes sold to the outside world at its own price.

Potato shop, mixed payment of potatoes and rubles, free supply of potato goulash...... Their goal is not just that!

Perhaps those high-level officials with state supplies and guarantees do not have to worry about their lives being in trouble because of the collapse of the Soviet Union, but Makarov is well aware that even in Ukrainian cities, which are known as the breadbasket of Europe, the prices of food and consumer goods have skyrocketed and demand exceeds supply.

There is no doubt that such a large and mysterious existence in the wizarding world could not have only focused on his shipyard on the verge of bankruptcy - from the fact that the leader of the negotiation was actually a little girl, it was clear that those wizards must have more important goals, and more room for resource mobilization.

If Makarov guessed correctly, at this moment, most of the adult executors of the Mandate of Heaven Group have been circling around the high-ranking officials and armies of various republics, and are engaged in invisible and invisible transactions.

Since they were able to go to great lengths to save an unfinished aircraft carrier, then the invaluable talents who created and laid the industrial and scientific foundations of the USSR would naturally receive more opportunities for resource tilting and diversion, as for the reasons......

Makarov raised his glass to the portrait hanging on the wall of his office, a look of determination written on his face.

"Happy New Year, Comrade Ulyanov, we received your gifts!"

......

Russia, Bolshevik Hammer Tavern.

Elena processed all the information gathered in front of her, took a sip of warm white water from the enamel open cup, moistened her somewhat dry lips slightly, sang all afternoon, and after talking for so long, she felt that her throat was about to smoke.

Although she would love to try vodka from this era, Grindelwald was particularly resolute in this matter.

According to this antique concept of the last century, children should drink milk, plain water and fruit juice, whether it is coffee or alcoholic beverages, all of which are restricted drinks for adults, and Elena is no exception.

Thinking of this, Elena couldn't help but glance at Grindelwald, who was slumped in the armsoft chair not far away, while the old man was drinking a can of Bavarian stout.

"Wait, don't be too happy, I'll tell Professor Dumbledore about your stealing when I get back to school!"

"Whatever you want...... Anyway, Albus never managed me, and some children are different. Hiccup~"

Grindelwald shrugged his shoulders noncommittally and said with a nonchalant look on his face.

As he spoke, Grindelwald glanced at the white-haired balls that seemed to be a little fried, raised an eyebrow, and quickly changed the subject.

"But speaking of which, why did you deliberately toss that Muggle so many times this afternoon...... I can see that you can convince him even without the help of the Oblivion Charm. ”

In fact, it was arguably Grindelwald's most confusing afternoon of the day, with the negotiation process both smooth and full of twists and turns.

On more than one occasion, Elena made some unplanned demands, or did some out-of-the-ordinary behavior, deliberately pushing the incident to an unhappy ending.

Even after the first preliminary negotiation was settled, they deliberately left the Nikolaev shipyard directly, and then let their group directly phantom to the Muggle office and start over.

"Because the human heart is the most complex thing in the world, and all impregnable fortresses often begin to collapse and disintegrate from within. ”

Elena's eyes flickered, and she shook her head slowly, "Besides, sometimes, I can't even see through myself, let alone a stranger, I don't want to and dare not bet all my bets on an untested faith and humanity......"

As for whether Makarov would have sensed the mistake afterwards and whether he would have uncontrollable anger as a result, she had already tested the results with two archives in advance.

In Elena's eyes, this old man is more than just an experienced ordinary technician.

If nothing else, he is the one most likely to be the first and most important step in the Destiny and the wizarding world to pry into the "scientific brains" of the former Soviet Union - and then fission.