Soviet Godfather

　　 At six o'clock in the morning, Father Petrov suddenly opened his eyes from his sleep, and he couldn't help but sighed. This is a habit that he has cultivated during his many years in prison. I am afraid that this habit cannot be changed in this life. He reached out and turned on the table lamp beside the bed, put on his nightgown, went to the bathroom and started washing, then he built his beard in the mirror, and finally prayed to God for a good day at the cross on his chest.

A cigar, plus a cup of fragrant coffee, Papa Petrov sat on the sofa and looked out the window, how many days and nights Papa Petrov was sitting in his own room. On the bed of the small cell, looking at the scenery outside the window in a daze, from black hair to white hair.

　　 Boris's door opened, and he walked in the direction of the old man. Father Petrov poured a cup of coffee and handed it to Boris. Boris took the coffee and yawned greatly.

　　 "What are you looking at, old man?" Boris looked a little strange at the way his old man looked.

　　 "It's nothing, I'm getting old, thinking about things from the past!" Daddy Petrov was a little flustered, and quickly responded.

　　 Boris called and ordered two breakfasts to the room, brin, sour cream, caviar, smoked fish and ham, plus a pot of black tea. The hearty breakfast made Daddy Petrov's mood very good. The good news from Sergei cleared away the worries that had been pressing on the hearts of Daddy Petrov and Boris over the past few days. Sergei promised to take Boris and Daddy Petrov to the city of Tyumen today. After a turn, the two finally no longer need to stay in the municipal party’s guest house as if they were in jail.

At eight o’clock in the morning, the car that came to pick up Boris and Daddy Petrov finally arrived. As usual, Yakov drove. This underworld celebrity who just opened up his popularity in Tyumen, in Daddy Petrov and Xie In front of Liao Sha, he still looked like a playful little brother. When Boris and Daddy Petrov got in the car, Yakov turned his head and asked, "Where shall we go?"

　　 "Of course it's fun and where to go, I need to ask!" Boris gave his brother Yakov the back of his head. Yakov thought for a while, and didn’t ask anyone’s opinion. The car went straight to a shooting gallery on the outskirts of Tyumen. Yakov had been there several times with local businessmen in Tyumen. It felt pretty good, although there were only pistols. And a rifle, but Yakov found it very enjoyable. Four people came to the shooting gallery and booked a shooting range. Each of the four people had a pistol and a rifle. The pistol was a common standard pistol Tokarev-TT33, and the rifle was a Simonov rifle. The price of the bullet was very high. Expensive, but for Seleosa, the price is all cloud. Boris and Yakov screamed while squandering bullets. Daddy Petrov also came off the field with a few shots. Compared with the pistol, he was old. Dad prefers rifles. The recoil of these two guns was not small, and Sergei was a little uncomfortable at first, but after a few shots, he finally found the feeling.

　　Lunch is simply a few ham sandwiches in the shooting hall. Lunch is not a regular meal in the West, and everyone had a good time, so despite the general taste, everyone will eat a few. In the afternoon, Boris and Yakov, the two guys who touched their guns for the first time, began to feel the pain. The huge recoil of these two guns made the arms and shoulders of these two guys sore. Sergey looked at everyone. It's almost done, so I suggest you change the place.

　　 Yakov suggested that there is a Turkish bath in the nearby town. Everyone can go to relax after a tired day. Naturally, everyone has no opinion. Yakov's hand hurts so much that the work of driving was naturally handed over to Selesha. This Turkish bath is not open for business. Only regular customers can enter. Yakov was also introduced by those merchants. Sergey and the others were originally stopped by the bathroom staff. After Yakov got out of the car, the staff respectfully invited everyone in, which made Boris admire them with admiration.

　　 The bathroom was misty. Everyone walked in naked. Under the introduction of the service staff, they first wetted their bodies with hot water, and then lay on the warm marble platform. The waiter in charge of rubbing the body will wear a thin glove made of a towel, and rub the customer's body slowly while massaging, until all the dirt on the customer's body is rubbed out. After that, the customers will be rinsed clean, and then a special bath foam will be applied to the customers, which smells of mint and camphor, which smells refreshing and refreshing. After about ten minutes, the waiter will rinse them clean again.

　　The skilled massage technique of the waiter and the warm marble platform made Sergei and others completely relaxed. The feeling of physical and mental fatigue caused by tension and worry over the past few days disappeared here. Sergei enjoyed this lazy feeling very much. Everyone stayed here for the whole afternoon. When he went out, Sergeysha had a reborn feeling, which made him feel worthy of his trip. He gave that massage. Teacher a very expensive tip.

When everyone left there, it was almost night. Sergey drove the car on the small road back to the city. After returning to Tyumen, everyone was going to find a restaurant to have a good meal. At this moment, there was a burst of engine. The sound of acceleration caught Sergei Sha’s attention. He looked back from the rearview mirror and was shocked. He saw a car sticking out of the window from the position of the co-pilot of the accelerating car behind. Hand~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is holding a bright pistol in his hand.

Sergei yelled: "No, there is a gun in the car behind." Then he raised the speed with a kick of the accelerator. When the car behind saw that Sergei was speeding up, it also accelerated to chase, and the guy on the co-pilot was casual. With just one shot, the rear glass of Sergei Sha’s car broke, and Father Petrov screamed. Sergey was in a panic, causing the car to speed too fast when turning. The car flew out of the road and crashed into a big tree on the side of the road.

Yakov drew out his Tokarev pistol and fired it, but in a hurry he forgot to open the insurance. Sergei grabbed the pistol when he saw it, and the car behind was shot in disorder and hit Sergeysha's car On the top and the glass, Xie Liao Sha did not change his color. He pushed the car door, and after jumping the car door vigorously, he aimed for a long time. A shot passed. The bullet hit the rear mirror of the car. There was no moment for Xie Liao Sha. Hesitating, another shot, the bullet passed through the front windshield and hit the gunman on the co-pilot, followed by two more shots, hitting the driver of that car. The car lost control and drove into a ditch on the side of the road. Sergei fired two more shots, but the car did not respond. Sergei knew in his heart that Tokarev-TT33 only had 8 rounds, and it would be difficult to handle it if there were other people in the car. Sergey pointed a gun at the car and leaned in slowly.

　　 There is no movement in the car. It wasn't until he got to the car that Xie Liosa breathed a sigh of relief. There were really only two people in the car. Then he ran back to check the situation of the father, only to see that the old man's neck was covered with blood, and the old man's hand was there, but people kept saying that it was okay.

Sergei carefully checked the injury of the old man. Although there was a lot of blood, he did not suffer any serious injuries. It was just that a piece of meat was knocked off from the earlobe. Daddy Petrov was only less than a centimeter away. Going to see God.