On the streets of Warsaw, Poland, a black Volga car pulls into a dilapidated alley. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info car leaned to the side of the road and slowly stopped. Aslan Usoyan, a member of the Gorky gang nicknamed "Hassan", opened the car door, walked to the door of a house facing the street, and knocked softly. Soon. A small window in the door was opened.

"Hassan? What are you doing here? A man standing behind the door glanced at him, then asked.

"I've brought someone over and wants to make a big deal with you!" Hassan replied.

"Is it reliable?" The other party asked cautiously.

"Don't worry, you can rely on it!" Hassan assured the other. Soon there was a sound of the door opening from inside the house, and Hassan turned his head and motioned for Yakov, who was sitting in the car, to come out quickly.

Yakov got out of the car and trotted to catch up with Hassan, the door opened only a small gap, allowing only one person to pass at a time, Hassan walked into the room, raised his arms very consciously, and motioned for Yakov to do the same. Soon several men with armbands on their sleeves and guns on their backs came over and began to search their bodies. Someone poked their head out and observed the street until they confirmed that there were no anomalies, and then slowly closed the door.

The appearance of Hassan and Yakov was arranged here by Seryosha at a time when Moscow was full of police officers who had come out during work hours. As Hassan's business could not be opened at all, Sobchak warned Seryosha that there were huge hidden dangers in the current mode of operation of funds, which gave Seryosha a new understanding of the smuggling business, which had begun to be marginalized.

Seryosha co-opted Hasan and Ivankov's men, a ready-made smuggling channel, both of which had their advantages and disadvantages compared to the channel through which Seryosha and the border guards cooperated in smuggling oil. Now Seryosha wants to expand the smuggling business in his hands, and there is no reason to give up the hard work left by Hassan and Ivankov, so Seryosha deliberately called Yakov to Moscow and asked him to join forces with Hassan to make the existing business bigger and stronger. However, when Seryosha learned about Hassan's overseas partners, he couldn't help but be surprised that it was actually the Solidarity union that blocked the trade route between himself and William Peake.

At this moment, Hassan and Yakov appeared in Poland to get in touch with Solidarity and establish a cooperative relationship with them. The men responsible for searching Hassan and Yakov found nothing wrong with them, and they confirmed to their companions that they were safe. Soon people who knew Hassan came up and greeted him warmly.

"Hassan, my belly is one size bigger, it's almost like my pregnant wife, it seems that you have been doing a good business recently, otherwise you wouldn't have come to buy again so soon!" The people here should be very familiar with Hassan, and people keep coming up to greet Hassan. Hassan is also always greeted with a smile and gives small gifts from time to time.

"Who is this kid?" Someone asked, pointing at Yakov.

"He is my nephew, I brought him to recognize the door, and we will come to Poland to discuss business in the future!" Hassan explained.

"Why didn't Little Japan come? He's not going to go in again, is he? Someone asked with concern.

"Ivankov went to the United States, and now he should be doing well!" Hassan replied.

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After a short pleasantry, Hassan and the others were taken to the restaurant, where they were served a rather hearty dinner, but of course they couldn't be too concerned about too little beef in the potato roast beef and too long coffee, after all, the shortage of goods here in Poland was even worse than in the Soviet Union.

The two of them were really hungry all the way, and they were gulping down the food on their plates while waiting for each other's arrangements. After about twenty minutes, someone pushed open the door and said, "Hassan, the priest wants to see you!" ”

To Yakov's surprise, they were taken to the roof of the house, stepping on the roof tiles and leaving the house, and the guide led them on the roof of the neighborhood, like a scene from a spy movie.

"Poland is under martial law now, Solidarity is now illegal, everyone has to be very careful!" Hassan gasped and explained to Yakov. Yakov nodded in understanding, and did not know how far he had gone, the two of them got into through the window of an attic, and they went down the attic to the living room on the first floor of the house, where a man of about fifty years old with a cross on his chest was sitting on the sofa reading a book. Seeing the two of them coming, the man put down the book in his hand.

"Father Buzek, we're meeting again!" Hassan greeted the man, and Hassan and Yakov sat down on the couch next to Father Buzek, and soon two drinks were served to them, and Hassan raised them and drank them all.

"Hassan, if you want the goods to make a phone call, why did you come here in person, don't you know that we are very dangerous here?" Father Buzek reproached.

"I'm sorry Father, but we have something important to talk to you about, it's a business matter!" Hassan said straight to the point.

"What do you think?" Father Buzek asked.

"We want to cooperate with you in smuggling grain to the Soviet Union!" Yakov said suddenly.

"Yes, that's what we're here for!" Hassan also said.

"Grain, how profitable can this be? Is our business bad right now? Father Buzek asked dismissively.

"Our business is very good now, but the food business will be even better!" Yakov said.

Father Buzek looked at Yakov, he didn't like the young man who had been interjecting. However, when he was told that Yakov was Hassan's nephew, he was not able to say, and there was silence in the room for a while. Father Buzek spoke up: "Hassan......"

"Can you give me a chance to talk to you?" Yakov continued. He interrupted Father Buzek, who looked at Hassan, who smiled and nodded, seeming to have confidence in his nephew.

"Does this kid really have any good advice?" Father Buzek thought to himself, and he nodded, motioning for Yakov to continue.

"With all due respect, Father Buzek, I don't think most of you Solidarity have any intention of overthrowing the Polish government. It's just that everyone can't survive because of the shortage economy, so they have embarked on the current path. Instead of using the dollars that the Americans have helped you and the money you have smuggled to buy high-priced arms, you should give up the armed struggle and instead provide a stable supply of food for the common people! Do you say I'm right, Father Buzek? Yakov said calmly.

"Who the hell are you? Could it be a lackey sent by the city government? Hassan! Father Buzek's face changed dramatically, and he angrily questioned Hassan, who sounded like the tone of the government.

"We are here to negotiate with you on behalf of Mr. Nikolai!" Hassan replied without changing his face.

"Nikolai? That Nikolai? Father Buzek asked with a panicked expression, unconsciously reaching for the pistol at his waist.

"Mr. Nikolai, who helped you transport dollars!" Yakov replied.