Chapter 26 1 Israeli and 2 Italians

Sheremetyevo International Airport, the plane from Haifa, Israel's seaside city, landed slowly on the tarmac of the airport. Alexander Popov walked out of the airport quickly through the crowd with his suitcase, although he had already flown nearly 5 hours, but Alexander Popov seems to have no idea what fatigue is. He quickly flagged down a taxi, and the driver was about to say hello to Alexander Popov in his broken Russian English. It was interrupted roughly by Alexander Popov.

"Gorky City!" After saying this, Alexander Popov leaned back on the chair, lowered the brim of his hat, and looked like he was not close to strangers, still clutching his suitcase tightly in his hands.

The driver saw that it was this kind of passenger, so he didn't talk nonsense anymore, and the car drove away from Sheremetyevo International Airport slowly. It drove to the city of Gorky, east of Moscow.

. . .

Almost at the same time, another plane from Rome also slowly landed at Sheremetyevo International Airport. Brothers Francisco Genovese and Alessandro Genovese are in the lobby of the airport The airport is waiting for the security check. The long security check line seems to be testing the patience of the passengers. The passengers around look at the two brothers Francisco Genovese and Alessandro Genovese from time to time. The appearance is surprisingly the same, the only difference is that one has a beard and the other does not. The two brothers are twins, so it is not surprising that they look alike.

The security inspection team was moving forward slowly, and finally it was the turn of Francisco and Alessandro brothers. The two handsome Italian boys could not help but make the tired female security inspector shine.

"Where are you from?" the female security inspector asked gently.

"Palermo!" The two brothers said in unison, expressionless.

"Where are you going?" the female security inspector asked again?

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

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

. . .

In the funeral home of Gorky City, Sorodkov, the duty officer in charge of guarding the mortuary of the funeral home, was lying drunk in his office, drowsy. A short knock on the door woke him up. A middle-aged man in a brown suit and holding a suitcase was standing outside the door, looking at him seriously.

Solodkov asked angrily, "What's the matter?"

"I'm a relative of Nikolai Popov, and I'm here to claim his body." Alexander Popov said still expressionlessly.

Solodkov put on his coat, took the key and walked out, saying, "Come with me!"

Alexander Popov followed Solodkov through the dark corridor, which was surprisingly quiet, and the slightest sound was scary. The sound of their footsteps echoed in the corridor. At the end of the corridor is the mortuary of the funeral home. Sorodkov did not lead Alexander Popov into the mortuary, but put him in a prayer room, and then went in by himself.

In the middle of the prayer room is a three-horizontal cross of the Orthodox Church, which is a prominent symbol of the Orthodox Church. On the first crossbar on the cross is a nameplate made by Pontipilato to mock Jesus. The name of the "criminal" is written - "Jesus of Nazarite, King of the Jews" and the bottom crossbar is for feet. Opposite the cross are rows of seats, which are obviously for relatives and friends to remember the dead.

About a quarter of an hour later, Solodkov walked in pushing a corpse covered with a cloth. He slowly lifted the white sheet covering the dead's head, and then drew a cross on his chest with a solemn expression. stood aside. It has to be said that Solodkov is a conscientious undertaker.

Alexander Popov glanced gratefully at the drunk Solodkov.

Slowly walked into Popov's corpse. Popov's corpse had been deformed by blisters, his skin was pale, and there were things like algae on his hair. Although it could be seen that the corpse had been tidied up, it could still be Feel the agony of the dying. Tears soaked Alexander Popov's eyes, he clenched his fists tightly, clenched his teeth, and the muscles on his face trembled involuntarily.

About ten minutes later, Alexander Popov walked towards Solodkov slowly. He took out a stack of dollars from his pocket and handed it to Solodkov. The amount of money was a bit large, which completely shocked Solodkov. Solodkov was about to say something when he was interrupted by Alexander Popov. "These days, please help me take good care of him and give him a face. I have some things to do." Alexander Popov turned and left here without looking back.

. . .

Brothers Francisco and Alessandro stayed at the Soviet Friendship Hotel after arriving in Gorky, and they didn't leave the hotel until it was completely dark. The two Italians have no relatives or family history here. But there is nothing in the world that money cannot buy. They first made a phone call in a phone booth. After a while, a Volga stopped beside the two of them. Francisco and Alejandro looked around vigilantly and got into the car quickly. The guy sitting in the co-pilot turned to look at the two of them, with his left hand kept in his arms, and his right hand threw a hood to each of Francisco and Alejandro, signaling them to cover their eyes.

Francisco and Alessandro knew it was the rule, and they followed it. I don't know how long the car has been driving, but it just feels more and more bumpy. Francisco and Alessandro never spoke a word. After about an hour, the car finally stopped. Someone opened the car door from the outside and brought the two out. The hoods were never removed, and the two were led into a room, and their bodies were searched, and finally they were led to sit on a chair before Francisco and Alejandro reunited. get light. People who were stimulated by the strong light could not open their eyes, and two glasses of vodka were placed in front of them. Francisco gulped down his drink, but was choked and coughed. It caused a burst of laughter from the people around.

After about five minutes, the two gradually got used to the light here, only to find a man about fifty years old sitting on the opposite chair, with his legs crossed, smoking a cigarette while staring at the two, and drinking from time to time. Have a drink. When he saw the two of them, he glanced over. The man waved his hand to signal his subordinates to leave, and everyone around them obediently left the room. Only the man was left in the room, Francisco and Alessandro.

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

"Is there anything you want from me?" Gusinski remained calm, and Francisco and Alejandro could only see the flickering light of cigarette butts.

"We have a batch of goods deposited with Mr. Popov and we can't get it back now." We hope to get your help, and you will gain the friendship of the Genovese family.

"I think you can't find what you want anymore." Gusinski responded coldly.