Chapter 288

In a warm Russian family restaurant, Ivankov and Yuri are enjoying their own dinner at a small table in the corner. Ivankov's dinner plate was listed in front of him, and several hard Russian dishes were placed in front of him. It was not easy to eat authentic home food in a foreign country. In addition, with authentic vodka, Ivankov was sweating. On the other side of him, in front of him, sitting in a wheelchair, there was only a plate of oatmeal and pickles, while Yuri was playing with the spoon in his hands, looking at Ivankov with discontent.

"Eat, brother! The doctor says you can only eat this now! " Ivankov picked up his napkin and wiped his mouth, burping and joking. Yuri looked at Ivankov's proud face and could only eat the oatmeal in front of him.

At the moment, there are no other guests in this restaurant except for two people, and it's already past dinner time. The reason why the two people appear in this restaurant at this time is not just to eat authentic hometown food, but also an important thing for them to do.

About two weeks ago, Ivankov hastily fled Atlantic City with Yuri and took refuge in Brighton, a Russian community in New York. This is the largest Russian speaking community on the east coast. Many Russians who have just arrived in the United States will regard it as the first place to set foot in the United States. However, the shortcoming is that most of the people who settled here were intellectuals, most of them held different positions from the Soviet Union, and some elites with different ideas. The "talents" Ivankov craves are very few here.

But there are always exceptions. Lavraf, the owner of the restaurant, is the kind of person Ivankov admires. It's a pity that lavraf is a small achievement, which Ivankov can't attract. On the surface, though, lavrafe is the owner of a small restaurant, a middle class. However, Ivankov felt at first glance that this guy is not simple, and people who come out to mix can always find their own kind. After Ivankov's successive visits, they let down their guard and gradually became familiar with each other. Just as Ivankov has noticed, there must be several strong earthquake fields in Brighton community, so that Russia can win a peaceful paradise in this mixed Brooklyn. Lavrov is one of them. He is actually the biggest snakehead here. He specially helps Russians who want to come to the United States for a living to travel across the ocean and settle down in this country. Today, it happened that a ship was about to dock. According to lavraf, these people came from the brutal battlefield of Afghanistan, separated from their own team for various reasons and sneaked here. They not only meet Ivankov's requirements, but also just lack a job to settle down.

After dinner, Ivankov and Yuri chatted for a while, and soon someone came to pick them up. A bearded man in a jacket took them to the back door of the restaurant, where a van was waiting. Ivankov pushed Yuri into the car and sat on it himself. The car started soon. All sides of the truck are closed, but the ventilation system is working, so I don't feel stuffy. Of course, I can't see the scenery outside. This is what the other party is very concerned about.

It took nearly an hour for the car to stop, and Ivankov and Yuri couldn't see where they got off. Fortunately, the guide in front of the flashlight to guide the way to see the road under the feet. There are woods all around, and only one dirt road leads to it. The place where the flashlight beam shines looks like a dilapidated forest villa. In the dark, you can see the flash of fire. It seems that someone is smoking here.

"Ivankov!" A tall, middle-aged man leaned against a pillar on the porch of the house and said hello to Ivankov, who was no one else but lavraf. Lavraf came over enthusiastically, hugging Ivankov and Yuri, kissing each other on the cheek. Let's talk a little and then get to the point.

"Most of the people on this ship tonight are veterans from Afghanistan. I think they meet your needs very well, so I leave them all here for the time being! Let's see if there's a job for them! " Said lavraf.

Ivankov left Yuri outside and went into the room alone with lavraf. When Ivankov opened the door and walked into the basement of the house, the new immigrants, whom lavraf called goods, were playing cards and drinking wine to celebrate their successful arrival in the United States.

"Well! Gentlemen, I need to hire some helpers. They are well paid. Do you dare to be interested? " As soon as Ivankov's voice fell, the noisy basement soon became quiet.

"First of all, I like people who have been soldiers. Those who meet the requirements please stand up!" Ivankov said.

Soon, more than half of the people in the room stood up, their eyes full of desire, hoping that they could be picked by Ivankov to get the job.

"Good! Everyone's reaction is very fast, we can see that they are really mixed with the army! But I have another requirement, that is, I must kill people, and I must do it myself! Please keep your present posture if you are qualified. If you are not, please sit down immediately! " Ivankov added.

This time, Qi sat down more than a dozen, only five or six people were still standing here. Ivankov nodded, walked up to them and asked them, "what are you doing in the army?"

"I'm a commando of a land and air corps!"

"Armored car driver!"

"Sniper!"

"Armored car gunner!"

"Land and Air Corps mechanic!"

"Helicopter pilot of land aviation regiment"

They told each other about their positions in the army in turn. Ivankov nodded. Then he called these people out and talked to them in turn. Everyone in the basement looked at them with envy. Ivankov took out a roll of banknotes and said to lavraf, "give the money to those who didn't choose. It's a little gift for me to meet you."

After the money was divided, each of them had about two hundred dollars. The six guys were surprised, but Ivankov was so generous. They all began to look forward to Ivankov's further investigation. They were taken outside, in front of Yuri. Yuri asked about these six people a little bit, then nodded to Ivankov, and all of them stayed.

Yuri said in a voice: "nice to meet you, but we have made a statement in advance that what we have done is a little special. If we don't want to join, we'd better put it forward now!"

Half an hour later, no one left.