The sun went down, and the last remnants of the sky faded.

There is no moon tonight, and the Northern Lights keep the whole of Moscow still the same as day, but there are far fewer pedestrians on the streets.

Strictly speaking, at least on the surface, Pushkin was not a murderous man, even if he came from the KGB.

Sometimes, however, decisions have to be made to clear up some of the dirt and gravel or even large boulders that are blocking the way.

This world is very realistic, especially in today's Soviet Russia, without a tenacious heart, you want to climb to the top, dream of it.

Everyone in the party has a lot of harvest today. Whatever Gore said of the vice-president of the Bolshevik Party, both publicly and privately, he was genuinely kind to the military.

"Victor, what do you think of Pusikin?" An old soldier's eyes were red with drunk, as if he was extremely drunk.

It's a pity that only those who are familiar with him know how good this old fellow named Gleb is.

Originally, he was sent to Mongolia, where he is said to have developed his drinking.

The Russians had vodka, while the Mongols produced a high-grade liquor called hala, which is said to come from a stuffy donkey in northeastern China, which he drank as water.

"Before, we thought he was lacking in politics." Victor bowed slightly, patted the girl next to him, and motioned for her to go out.

Watching the sexy figure walk out of the room, he squinted his eyes: "Although I don't understand politics, I have never eaten pork and seen pigs run." ”

"A few years ago, when he became mayor of Moscow at a young age, several of us old guys thought that the KGB was sick and rushed to the hospital. made a stinky move, and he really didn't do anything at that time. ”

"But now you see? Get down from that position. His political skills are maturing day by day. Vertical and horizontal, playing Gore between the palms. It's about to take the position. ”

"Gore? That's just a big deal. Gleb burped and said in a thick nasal voice: "How good it was to take the opportunity to kill them all earlier, but now it's difficult!" ”

"Yes, the tail is too big to fall, and the latter is on top." Victor glanced at him: "Isn't that better?" The background of the KGB made him decisive and unrelenting to his enemies. ”

"Do we need such a tyrant in Soviet Russia? I suddenly remembered Stalin. Gleb's eyes were gloomy: "Will it be like that man, and clean the country again?" ”

"After the chaos, there is great governance, and it is not impossible to plow the court and sweep the holes." Victor grabbed a piece of beef in sauce: "Hmm. Chinese food tastes good, but you hate that country? ”

"Hate? Not. Gleb was still recalling his sentence in his heart: "Do you have to be so drastic?" Will that allow the West to take advantage of the situation? ”

"That's not buddy, you see, the Chinese put a thick protective film on us outside." Victor grabbed another piece of beef and chewed it in his mouth.

"Gore's dog-like country is in a miasma, and if you don't make a big move, the country will be finished. You and I were both born after the founding of the People's Republic of China, and we have feelings for her. ”

"Man, China, we should be thankful. If you think about it, Gore withdrew their troops from Afghanistan and Mongolia and pursued a conservative policy within the Warsaw Pact. ”

"Although I was not involved with the KGB. But there are their own sources of information. If not a squadron, hehe, mercenaries. Entering Eastern Europe, the socialist lineup is really finished. ”

"I know. Isn't it okay that someone in your family has been caught by the KGB? A country does not have a strong apparatus of violence. That's a mess. ”

Gleb didn't speak, he also curiously grabbed a piece of sauced beef and felt it slowly.

It does taste different from Soviet and Russian food, there are a lot of food spices from China mixed in it, and it seems to have a little sweet taste.

It is not clear whether Pushkin wants to use the power of China for the time being or what's going on, every time he is here, there are countless Chinese foods, which he used to disdain.

"Actually, I understand what you say." After a long time, he muttered: "And you should also understand that when I was in Mongolia at that time, I was encouraging the local people to exclude Chinese, but it was just a political need. ”

"And when I was a kid, we had a lot of Chinese uncles and aunts in our family. At that time we were brotherly countries, and they were so warm and hospitable. ”

"An uncle surnamed Zhang or Zang once made soy sauce beef for our family, and the taste seems to be similar."

"I heard that uncle was treated unfairly in their country. Therefore, the reason why I did not mean to avenge him on the Mongolian side. ”

"That's good!" Viktor let out a sigh: "You are now very close to that old boy in Zahar, don't you know that he wants to run to Central Asia?" ”

"Dude, we've known each other for more than ten years, don't mess around with him. I'm willing to bet he's going to go there, and in the end the soldiers won't be able to take any of them with him. ”

"Are you sure?". Gleb was shocked: "If there are no soldiers, who will welcome him when he goes there alone?" ”

"Humph! You think of the old guys too simply, which one didn't come out of the bloody storm? Victor smiled: "Let's go, let's go to Red Square." ”

"That luxuriously decorated nightclub?" Gleb smiled meaningfully: "I didn't think you were backstage. ”

"Me?" Victor shook his head again and again: "Do you think I have small arms and thin legs, and I can be a backstage?" Go for it, there are benefits for you. ”

Pusikin's own estate, what happened in every room, could be seen and heard clearly in his bedroom.

I believe that in Soviet Russia, there is no place that can compare with the decoration and high-tech facilities of his manor.

"What do you think?" He picked up a Cuban cigar and sniffed it in front of his nose.

"The military heart is available," the person next to him gently clapped his palm: "Unexpectedly, unconsciously, you played such a big game of chess." ”

"Uncle, that's 50 million dollars, okay?" Pusikin glanced at him: "To win their sympathy, of course." The main thing is the cooperation of Gore, there is no disarmament of half a million. I was missing an opportunity. ”

"I, Primakov, rarely admire people, but you are one of them." He praised slightly: "At that time, we all felt. Are you stupid to wipe Gore's ass for no reason. ”

"Hehe, the more flaws he has, the better my chances." A voice came from inside Pusikin's headphones, and he said to the headset, "Got it! ”

He turned his head and smiled: "Your stepping stone has passed, do you want to see his final ending?" ”

"Now?" Yevgeny Primakov's voice was a little cramped: "Why don't we go and see?" ”

Speaking of which, he was very aggrieved.

In November 1988 he was elected a member of the International Policy Committee of the Central Committee of the CPSU, in April 1989 he was a member of the Central Committee, and from June 1989 to April 1990 he was elected Chairman of the Union House of the Supreme Soviet of the Soviet Union.

At the Plenum of the Central Committee of the CPSU in September 1989. He was elected an alternate member of the Politburo of the Central Committee of the CPSU.

In 1991 Primakov was appointed First Deputy Chairman of the National Security Council of Soviet Russia, and in October 1991 the National Security Council was dissolved, and in November of the same year he was appointed head of the newly established Russian Central Intelligence Agency.

However, in Soviet Russia, intelligence, both domestic and international, was firmly in the hands of the KGB.

Although he was born in the KGB, since he entered the political arena, he can be regarded as breaking away from that organization.

The number one man in the KGB. Hold on to everything inside.

To put it bluntly, he, the chief of intelligence, is just a blank title, and there are no people available below.

Kryuchkov was so ruthless. Completely ignoring the fact that he was born in the KGB, he demoted everyone who was close to him. Transfer-off.

By now, Primakov has become a loner.

Originally, everyone chose him to come up. It was because he started out of the KGB that he could check and balance this organ of violence.

Right now. Those who had hoped for him were turning away from him.

"Isn't Shebarshin on good terms with you?". Primakov suppressed his excitement: "Are you even with him?" As he spoke, he slashed his hand down.

"He's too unself-assured." Psykin looked at the ceiling with his eyes, as if reminiscing: "And don't you think, he's the same as Kryuchkov?" It is to maintain the rule of Gore! ”

The hour hand is already pointing to the hotel, and although there are not many pedestrians on the street, men and women who like nightlife are only now starting to go out.

If there's one place to be the most fun in Moscow, it's Katyusha.

The song Katyusha depicts the beautiful scenery of the return of Soviet Russia to the land in spring and the longing of a girl named Katyusha for her lover who left her hometown to defend the frontier.

It's certainly a love song. This song does not have the euphemism and lingering of ordinary love songs, but the rhythm is bright and simple, and the melody is simple and smooth, so it has been widely sung and popular for many years.

During the Great Patriotic War in Soviet Russia, this song played an extraordinary role in that war.

People in the Soviet military system love to sing this song, and even many weapons have this name.

I don't know when it started, but a nightclub called Katyusha quietly opened in the most prosperous area of Red Square.

Once, there were Moscow gangsters who were not long-sighted, delusionally trying to get a piece of the pie in it.

Unexpectedly, those who made up their minds, the next morning, the entire gang disappeared inexplicably, and even the body could not be found.

At this time, Katyusha completely made a name for himself in Moscow.

In other entertainment venues, there may be police officers or KGB who often visit, and here, as long as you have enough money in your pocket, you can be an uncle at any time.

Unlike ordinary entertainment venues, there are no women standing on the street to solicit customers.

The entire eighteen-storey building is Katyusha's own property.

Here, you can taste food from all over the world and enjoy the beauty of the globe.

The security guards at the door, you will feel that it is very safe in this place when you see it.

They don't look muscular men, but there have been a number of strong men who have been thrown on the side of the road like garbage by these not stout China.

Yes, the owner here is said to be Chinese, but there are black, yellow, white and even brown people from Australia.

If you're a woman, which lad do you fall in love with. As long as you give enough money, you can also spend it in it.

If you're a man. It's a paradise for you, and each of them speaks a different language. Makes you feel like you're at home, not outside.

Maybe in other places, the consumer is the uncle, the man takes a fancy to the woman, and as soon as the money is lost, the gun is on.

I'm sorry, you have to get checked, if you are sick, Katyusha is not welcome to you. It's the same with women.

"Roman, do you believe you've earned his trust?" Wu Congxi was wearing pajamas, expressionless.

He didn't even look back, looking thoughtfully at Red Square opposite.

His office is on the eighteenth floor, what the Buddhists say about the eighteenth layer of hell, to hell, buddy is a Taoist.

By the way, Uncle didn't say whether the Tianshan sect is Taoism or what kind of sect. But certainly not the bald heads.

"Don't worry," Abu was under pressure every time he faced the young Dongfang boss: "Pusikin must believe me, at present, the Tyumen oil fields are all in his hands." ”

He stopped talking suddenly, so that Wu Congxi had to turn back.

Originally. He also entered the innate and perceptual creation of the ability to observe everything around him. It's just that it's a habit.

Roman Abu's face was solemn. After a long time, he said with some confusion: "I didn't expect it." The oil industry has also been noted. ”

"Oh? Tell me about it! Wu Congxi sat down and motioned for the other party to sit down as well.

Mikhail Borisvich Khodorkovsky was born on June 26, 1963 in an ordinary collective apartment in Moscow. He is three years older than Abu.

There were two kinds of money under the Soviet system, one was cash and the other was non-cash credit.

Cash is scarce, and under a planned economy, it can only be used for specific purposes, such as paying workers.

What is not scarce for factories and businesses is virtual non-cash credit. The state keeps them in the factory's account as a subsidy to the factory.

It can be used as funds to be paid to another factory, but it cannot be converted into cash through formal means. The asymmetry of the two types of funds leads to an imbalance in the value of these two types of funds.

One assessment is that the value of the ruble in cash form is 10 times that of the ruble in non-cash form.

Thanks to his extensive network of connections and the patronage of officials, including the bank's top executives, Khodorkovsky found a way to convert non-cash credit into cash.

Khodorkovsky distributed cash to the participants around him: to his colleagues, to the leaders who sheltered him, to the top of factories and institutes, and then to the regimental organizations that had been sheltering him all the time, according to a certain percentage.

He won the gratitude of all parties.

Another remarkable feature of Khodorkovsky is that he accumulates these non-cash credits and finds companies with export rights that hold large amounts of foreign currency to convert them into foreign currency.

He was only twenty-four or five years old when he did these things.

The most important link in Khodorkovsky's emergence as an oligarch began to appear, and ambitious young people wanted to enter the banking sector, which had always been monopolized by the state.

The young man, who had studied a little bit of law, discovered that there was a small provision in the cooperative enterprise law that had been enacted, and that the cooperative enterprise could set up its own bank.

At the end of 1989, Khodorkovsky's bank was officially registered as Menatepa Bank.

Menatepa Bank also became a commercial bank approved and selected by the government as an intermediary for the government to lend funds to businesses.

A large amount of state money flowed into Menatepa Bank, and the timeliness of the funds allowed Khodorkovsky to make a lot of profits.

"Interesting," Wu Congxi chuckled, "You said that this Mikhail also entered the oil industry?" ”

"Yes, boss!" Abuko wasn't as good as he had been on another plane, as he was still young.

"The world doesn't revolve around us." Wu Congxi threw a cigarette over: "Roman, I know you don't smoke, just a cigarette from my hometown, try one." ”

Abu expertly lit it for the boss and took a puff himself, choking him so much that he almost coughed.

"I know that you always have your fellow countryman in your heart." Wu said slowly: "Don't talk about the Chukchi people, even the Eskimos further north, we will let them live a stable life." ”

Seeing that Abu's face had changed drastically, he did not speak, but looked straight ahead.

"Do you think that the identity of the Russians is so popular?". After a while, Wu Congxi shook his head: "You know, more than a hundred years ago, it was China's territory. ”

Abu did not speak.

At this time, through the window, a truck could be seen parked at the main entrance of the Katyusha.

Two white bodies wrapped in human shapes were placed in a closed cargo compartment, and the truck hung up police lights and roared away.

Across the street, Pushkin patted Primakov on the shoulder: "Man, the time that belongs to us is coming!" (To be continued......)

Chapter 153: The Mysterious Katyusha: