At Sheremetyevo International Airport, planes from the Israeli coastal city of Haifa slowly landed on the tarmac of the airport, and Alexander Popov walked out of the airport with his suitcase through the crowd, although he had been flying for nearly five hours, Alexander Popov did not seem to know what it meant to be tired. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info He quickly flagged down a taxi, and the driver was about to say hello to Alexander Popov in his broken Russian English. was rudely interrupted by Alexander Popov.

"Gorky City!" After saying this, Alexander Popov leaned back in his chair, lowered the brim of his hat, looked like he was not approaching, and clutched his suitcase tightly in his hand.

As soon as the driver saw that it was such a passenger, he did not talk nonsense, and the car slowly drove away from Sheremetyevo International Airport. It headed for the city of Gorky, east of Moscow.

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Almost at the same time, another plane from Rome also slowly landed at Sheremetyevo International Airport, and the brothers Francisco Genovise and Alessandro Genovise were waiting for security in the lobby of the airport, the long security queue seemed to test the patience of the passengers, and the surrounding passengers looked at the brothers Francisco Genovice and Alessandro Genovise from time to time, the two looked surprisingly identical, the difference was that one had a beard and the other did not. The two brothers are twins, so it's not surprising that they look alike.

The security line was moving slowly forward, and finally it was the turn of the brothers Francisco and Alessandro, two handsome Italian boys, who couldn't help but make the eyes of the female security screener who had been tired for a long time shine.

"Where are you from?" The female security screener asked softly.

"Palermo!" The two brothers were expressionless and said in unison.

"Where are you going?" The female security screener asked again?

"Gorky City!" The two brothers were still expressionless, and said in unison.

The female security inspector was bored and let the two go. The brothers were finally able to leave the busy airport.

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Sorodkov, the duty officer in charge of the morgue guarding the funeral parlor in the Gorky city funeral parlor, was drunkenly lying on his stomach in his office and drowsy. He was woken up by a brief knock on the door, and a middle-aged man in a brown suit with a suitcase stood outside the door, looking at him with a serious expression.

Sorodkov asked angrily, "What's the matter?" ”

"I am a relative of Nikolai Popov, and I came to claim his body." Alexander Popov said with a blank face.

Sorodkov put on his coat, took the key and walked out, saying: "Follow me!" ”

Alexander Popov followed Sorodkov through the gloomy corridors, which were surprisingly quiet, and the slightest noise was frighteningly loud. The footsteps of the two echoed through the hallway. At the end of the corridor is the morgue of the funeral home. Instead of leading Alexander Popov into the morgue, Sorodkov left him in a prayer room, after which he went in on his own.

In the center of the prayer room is an Orthodox three-horizontal cross, which is the hallmark of the Orthodox Church, and on the first log on the cross is a name plate made by Ponti Pilatto to mock Jesus. Written are the names of the "criminals" - "Jesus of Nazaret, King of the Jews" and the bottom bar is for the feet. On the opposite side of the cross are rows of seats, apparently for friends and family to remember the deceased.

After about a quarter of an hour, Sorodkov walked in with a corpse covered with a cover, he slowly unveiled the white sheet covering the head of the deceased, and then crossed a cross on his chest, and stood aside with a solemn expression. It has to be said that Sorodkov is a conscientious mortician.

Alexander Popov gratefully glanced at the drunken Sorodkov. Slowly walked into Popov's corpse, Popov's body had been deformed by blisters, his skin was pale, and there were algae and other things in his hair, although it could be seen that the corpse had been tidied up, but he could still feel the pain of the deceased before he died. Tears soaked Alexander Popov's eyes, he clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth, and the muscles in his face shook involuntarily.

After about ten minutes, Alexander Popov slowly walked towards Sorodkov, took out a stack of dollars from his pocket and handed it to Sorodkov. The amount of money was somewhat large and completely shook Sorodkov. Sorodkov was about to say something when he was interrupted by Alexander Popov. "Please help me take good care of him these days and give him a decent look. I have something to do. After saying that, Alexander Popov turned around and left the place without looking back.

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The brothers Francisco and Alessandro arrived in Gorky and stayed at the Soviet Friendship Hotel, where they did not leave until it was completely dark. Two Italians have no relatives here. But there is nothing in the world that money can't buy. They first made a phone call in a phone booth. After a while, an AvtoVAZ stopped beside the two. Francisco and Alessandro watched their surroundings warily and quickly got into the car. The guy sitting in the passenger seat turned to look at the two of them, his left hand in his arms, and threw a hood to Francisco and Alessandro with his right hand, motioning for them to blindfold.

Francisco and Alessandro understood that it was the rule, and they did it. I don't know how long the car has been driving, but it feels more and more bumpy. Francisco and Alessandro never spoke. After about an hour, the car finally stopped. Someone opened the car door from the outside and took the two out. The hood was never removed, and the two were led into a room, where they were searched all over their bodies, and finally they were finally seated in chairs, and Francisco and Alessandro regained their sight. The strong light stimulated the person who couldn't open his eyes, and two glasses of vodka were placed in front of the two. Francisco drank it all, but was choked and coughed. It caused a burst of laughter from the people around him.

After about five minutes, the two of them gradually adjusted to the light, and only then did they find a man of about fifty years old sitting on the chair opposite, with Erlang's legs crossed, smoking a cigarette while staring at the two of them, and drinking a drink from time to time. I saw the eyes of the two of them sweep over. The man waved his hand for his men to leave, and everyone around them left the room in obedience. Only the man was left in the house, Francisco and Alessandro.

"Dear Mr. Gusinski, our uncle Genoviceto, we convey our respect and greetings to you." Francisco and Alessandro cautiously greeted the man opposite. Although they are mafia, this is the Soviet Union, and Mr. Gusinsky on the other side cannot afford to offend even if it is a mafia. Because he is the largest arms dealer in Gorky City, he is a powerful arms dealer who can sell any weapon to anyone.

"Do you have anything to do with me?" Gusinski remained silent, and Francesco and Alessandro could only see the flickering glow of the cigarette butts.

"We have a shipment that has been deposited with Mr. Popov and we can't get it back." We hope to have your help, and you will gain the friendship of the Genovise family.

"I don't think you'll ever find what you're looking for anymore." Gusinsky replied coldly.