Soviet Godfather

　　 At six o'clock in the morning, at the moment when the hour hand and the minute hand just coincide, Alexander Popov opened his eyes on time. He did not stay in bed for a moment. In less than a quarter of an hour after leaving the bed, Alexander Popov had washed and cleaned up. He gently opened the door of his room. Alexander is now temporarily staying in the apartment of Sharapov, the old butler of his uncle. Sharapov is not young anymore, and he always sleeps very poorly at night. Alexander didn’t want to wake up the old man, so Alexander tried to make his movements quieter. He walked out of the apartment lightly and closed the door of the apartment. Although it was already six o’clock in the morning, the sky was still dim, and the corridor was still dark. It's a black hole, but none of this affects Alexander. His eyesight has always been very good. He trot downstairs and started a morning jog. Although he is middle-aged, Alexander's physical condition is still excellent, full of energy and explosive power, and sometimes accelerates and sometimes slows when he starts, and he is extremely rhythmic.

The reason why Alexander left the warm bed so early was to go to the black market of the Gorky Automobile Factory, where his uncle Popov used to control the site, but now it is called the Gorky Gang. The guys took over. When the guys just took over, when Alexander first came to Gorky, the Gorky gang messed up there. At that time, the prices of goods on the black market were extremely high and the supply was in short supply. When he was with his uncle. It's totally different. But recently this situation has been greatly alleviated. The types of goods have begun to increase, and the prices have begun to become lower and lower. Many worker families with low incomes will go there to purchase goods, although the prices of state-owned stores are lower. But where is the supply by ticket, and there is a long queue for an hour. Alexander knew very well that the reason for this change was that the gang that took over the market finally solved its supply problem.

Alexander had a good relationship with his uncle Nikolai. Nikolai had no children, so he always treated Alexander as his own son. He had lived with Nikolai before Alexander went to Israel. Nikolai I very much hope that Alexander can become his successor, but Alexander has never been involved in his uncle Nikolai's business, because he does not intend to do this.

　　 Since his uncle was killed, Alexander has been inquiring about the news through various channels, but unfortunately, he has not found anything until now. Although all the clues point to Boris Ilyich Pogorovsky of the Gorky gang, Alexander knew very well in his heart that that guy did not have this ability, and his uncle’s death was not so simple. The murderer must be someone else. .

The black market is located near the living quarters of the Gorky Automobile Manufacturing Plant. It has been there since Popov was in charge, mainly because of the large number of workers there. Now the black market is run by people from the Gorky Gang. The police there belong to Gorky Automobile Manufacturing. With the internal establishment of the factory, it is difficult for the police outside to intervene. As a local snake, it is easier for the Gorky gang to deal with the police, so the vendors who do business are now more at ease.

　　 Alexander goes there almost every day, and many vendors who do business know him well, including Alexeyevich, who specializes in food business. Alexander buys something from Alexeyevich almost every day, and he has become Alekseyevich's most stable customer.

　　 "Hey! Good morning Shania (Alexander's nickname, among acquaintances), what do you want to order today?" Alexeyevich greeted his acquaintance Alexander enthusiastically.

"Yeah, this is Italian Parma ham, Alekseyevich? You are quite capable. You can even get this. You really belong to you." Alexander said, pointing to a whole ham, the little on the ham. The crown logo and ProsciuttodiParma's text perfectly prove this precious ingredient. Although Alexander praised Alekseyevich, he did not pay attention to him. The dazzling array of merchandise made Alexander very puzzled about how the Gorky gang got new ideas in such a short period of time. For the source of the goods, Alexander really has no clue.

"Really know the goods, Shania, do you want to try it." Alexeyevich is pushing hard. Workers near high-end goods like Parma ham will not buy it. One is because it is too high. It's expensive. Second, these workers don't even know what Parma ham is. Only those who know the goods in Alexander are likely to buy such things at a high price.

Alexander took the knife handed over by Alexeyevich, and cut a thin slice from the ham, rolled it into a roll and put it in the mouth. The meat was delicate and sweet, with a slight salty taste, and only this kind of ham had it. The unique aroma.

　　 "It will taste even better with Italian wine and cheese!" Alexander exclaimed sincerely.

　　 "Then what do you mean..." Alekseyevich looked at Alexander expectantly and asked.

"I want it all. This kind of good thing is rare. But this thing is too heavy. I have to buy some wine and cheese. I will come and take it away later. I will give you the money later." Alexander said .

　　 "I have a bag here. You can put it in and carry it on your back." Alekseyevich tried to promote it, for fear that Alexander would change his mind.

　　 Alexander strolled for a while, bought wine and cheese, and some smoked fish, and returned to Alexeyevich’s stall, looking at Alexeyevich with a serious expression. Alekseyevich was stared at by Alexander a little hairy, and quickly asked: "What's the matter with Shanya?"

"What's the matter? Do you dare to ask what's the matter? Someone told me that the Parma ham you sell here is fake. UU reading www.uukanshu.com I will not buy anything from you in the future. You liar." Alexander pretended to be angry.

　　 "Who said, I'm all genuine Italian products, there is absolutely no problem. Someone must have framed me." Alekseyevich said with grievance and anger.

"Alekseyevich, don’t care who said it. I don’t know how many catties you have. How could you get this kind of thing. This is Italian. If you can buy Italian goods Transported here all the way, you still do this, don't be kidding!" Alexander yelled at Alekseyevich, pretending to be distrustful.

"I don't have this ability, but some people have them. They do big business. Not only here, but they also supply the things on the Tyumen market. The previous Popov was not good, but they still killed it?" A Lekseyevich blurted out impulsively.

　　 "Who did you say that Popov killed? It wasn't Boris of the Gorky gang?" Alexander said, pretending to be disdainful, resisting the anger in his heart.

　　 "Of course it's not Boris, it's his boss, an old man." Alekseyevich replied excitedly.

　　 "Who said that, you didn't make it up, did you?" Alexander continued to run Alexeyevich.

"It was said by a big man named Yakov, who did a big deal in Tyumen. Hey! It seems that Boris’s brother is also named Yakov. I don’t know if he is alone? Hey, Alexander, how did you go? !" Alekseyevich said quickly. Seeing money thrown on the table, Alexander picked up the ham and left without looking back.