Chapter 160 Employment

In a cozy Russian-style family restaurant, Ivankov and Yuri sitting at a small table in the corner are enjoying their dinner. Vertex novel update is the fastest, I saw a plate of dishes in front of Ivankov, and several hard Russian dishes in front of him. It is not easy to eat authentic hometown dishes in a foreign country, and there are also authentic dishes. With the help of vodka, Ivankov was sweating profusely after eating. On the opposite side of him, there was only a piece of oatmeal and a plate of pickles in front of Yuri, who was sitting in a wheelchair, while Yuri was playing with the spoon in his hand with some dissatisfaction, and looked at Ivankov with some dissatisfaction.

"Eat, brother! The doctor said you can only eat this now!" Ivankov picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, hiccupping, and joked. Seeing Ivankov's smug face, Yuri could only eat the oatmeal in front of him angrily.

At this moment, there are no other customers in this restaurant except for the two of them, and it is already past the evening meal time. The reason why the two of them appeared in this restaurant at this time is not just to eat the authentic hometown Food, in fact, there is another important thing for them to do.

About two weeks ago, Ivankov hurriedly fled Atlantic City with Yuri and hid in Brighton, a Russian community in New York. This is the largest Russian-speaking community on the east coast, and many Russians who have just settled in the United States will regard it as the first place to set foot on American soil. But the fly in the ointment is that most of the people who settle here are intellectuals, most of them are people who hold different positions from the Soviet Union, and some elites who have different ideas. And those "virtuous talents" who are good at looting houses, killing people and setting fires that Ivankov is eager for are simply rare here.

But there are always exceptions. Lavrev, the owner of this restaurant, is the kind of person Ivankov admires. It's a pity that Lavrev can be regarded as a small achievement, and it is not something Ivankov can recruit. Although ostensibly Ralph Leve is the owner of a small restaurant, a middle-class middle-class man. But Ivankov felt that this guy was not simple at first glance, and people who came out to hang out could always find their own kind. After several consecutive visits by Ivankov, the two let go of their wariness and gradually became familiar with each other. Just as Ivankov noticed, there must always be a few strong crowds in the Brighton community, and the Russians can win a peaceful paradise in this Brooklyn area full of fish and dragons. Lavrev is one of them. He is actually the biggest smuggler here, who specializes in helping Russians who want to come to the United States to seek a living across the ocean and settle in this country. Today, a ship happened to be docking. According to Lavref, this group of people came from the cruel battlefield in Afghanistan. Due to various reasons, they broke away from their own team and smuggled here. Not only did they meet Ivankov's requirements, but they also just lacked a job to settle down.

After dinner, Ivankov chatted with Yuri for a while, and soon someone came to pick them up. A bearded man in a jacket led the pair to the restaurant's back entrance, where a van was waiting. Ivankov pushed Yuri into the car and sat in himself, and the car set off quickly. The van is closed all around, but the ventilation system is working, so it doesn't feel stuffy, and of course you can't see the scenery outside, which is what the other party cares about very much.

The car drove for nearly an hour before stopping, and the place where Ivankov and Yuri got off could not be seen. Fortunately, the guide was leading the way with a flashlight in front so that he could see the road under his feet clearly. There are forests all around here, and there is only one dirt road leading to it. The place where the beam of the flashlight shone looked like a dilapidated forest villa. In the darkness, the flames could be seen flickering, as if someone was smoking a cigarette here.

"Ivankov!" A tall middle-aged man leaned on a pillar by the porch of the house and greeted Ivankov. This person was none other than Lavrev. I saw Lavref approaching enthusiastically, hugging Ivankov and Yuri respectively,

Kiss each other on the cheek. Everyone greeted for a while, and then went straight to the point.

"Most of the people on this boat tonight are veterans who came down from Afghanistan. I think it suits your needs, so I will leave them all temporarily! See if there is any suitable one, and give them a job!" Lavreve Said.

Ivankov left Yuri outside, and went into the room alone with Lavref. When Ivankov pushed open the door and walked into the basement of the house, the new immigrants whom Lavrev called goods were leisurely playing poker and drinking wine, celebrating their successful arrival in the United States.

"Hmm~! Gentlemen, I need to hire some helpers, and the salary is good. I wonder if you are interested?" As soon as Ivankov finished speaking, the originally noisy basement quickly became quiet.

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

Soon, more than half of the people in the room stood up, everyone's eyes were full of eagerness, and they all hoped that they could be picked by Ivankov and get the job.

"Very good! Everyone's reaction is very fast, it can be seen that you have indeed been in the army! But I have another requirement, that is, you must kill someone, and you must do it yourself! Please continue to maintain the current posture if you meet the conditions , If you don’t meet the requirements, please sit down immediately!” Ivankov said again.

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

"I'm a Commando of the Army Aviation Regiment!"

"Armored vehicle driver!"

"Sniper!"

"Armored vehicle gunner!"

"Army aviation regiment mechanic!"

"Army Aviation Helicopter Pilot"

Everyone told about their positions in the army one by one. Ivankov nodded disdainfully, and then he called these people out again and talked to them one by one. Everyone in the basement looked at them enviously. Ivankov took out a roll of banknotes and said to Lavrev, "Distribute the money to the guys who were not selected. It's a little gift from me!"

After the banknotes were distributed, there were about two hundred dollars per person. The six guys were taken aback. They didn't expect Ivankov to be so generous, and they all began to look forward to Ivankov's further investigation. They were taken outside the house, in front of Yuri. Yuri asked about the situation of these six people for a while, then nodded at Ivankov, and they all stayed.

Yuri said aloud: "It's a pleasure to meet you, but let me state in advance that what we do is a bit special. If you don't want to join, it's best to bring it up now!"

Half an hour passed and no one left. (To be continued..)