Chapter 61

"Do you think the crystal lamps in the hall need to be kept?" The young and handsome interior designer was discussing the decoration of the restaurant with Father Petrov. Since taking over the Tatar family, Father Petrov has always wanted to transform this place into an authentic Russian restaurant. The current decorations are all left by the original owner Lomonosov. The place is full of grassland style. Whether it's painting or decoration, it's completely different from what Petrov's father likes. In addition, he has money, as long as Petrov's father is willing to tear it down and rebuild it.

"I think it should be changed to a better one. I prefer the Italian style. I hope that the lighting here is soft and warm, and the guests sitting here feel as if they are eating at their own home." Father Petrov described to the designer Thinking about his own thoughts, the designer quickly wrote down his father's thoughts in the notebook. The two walked around while discussing the effect of the decoration everywhere. The workers in the restaurant were doing pre-renovation work, such as removing the floor, wallpaper and so on. There are some building materials and workers' tools in the hall.

Boris and Yakov found a few luxury apartments nearby and rented them out. Yuri and the men he brought lived near the station to take care of business. In the evening, everyone would come back to eat, drink and drink. Life was easy and boring. The busiest one now is Papa Petrov. Boris and Yakov will go to help Papa during the day, purchasing decoration materials, furniture, kitchen utensils and tableware for restaurants and other items.

"If you hadn't performed abnormally yesterday, you wouldn't have lost to that RB car, and I wouldn't have lost so much money." The door of the restaurant was pushed open, and Boris and Yakov walked into the restaurant together , Boris kept complaining to Yakov.

"Do you know what that car is? It's a GTR!" Yakov explained to Boris as best he could.

"So what?" Boris didn't understand cars at all, so naturally he didn't understand what Yakov meant.

"Forget it if I tell you, you won't understand!" Yakov rolled his eyes and gave up completely.

Father Petrov heard the conversation between the two, greeted the designer and walked slowly to Boris and Yakov, and asked, "Did you go racing again yesterday? Which company are you with this time?" son?"

"Father, Boris lost your paint money yesterday." Yakov gloated and complained to his father.

Boris glared at Yakov fiercely, and was slapped severely on the forehead by Petrov's father. Yakov proudly fanned his jacket, but Petrov's father saw Tokarev on the waist, and Yakov was slapped on the head immediately after.

The old man said sternly: "Hurry up and put the guy away!"

Boris and Yakov were a little embarrassed. Yakov quickly put away the pistol, and the two followed their father to the second floor to see if there was anything they could do to help. The three came to an office on the second floor. Dad took out three bottles of beer from the refrigerator and handed them to Boris and Jacques to quench their thirst. He also took a bottle and ran to the balcony to bask in the sun. Drink and relax by the way. The downstairs is a mess, and the construction personnel and supervisors are responsible for it. There are some important things piled up in this office, and the workers will not come here.

On the Pravdinsk Street in front of the restaurant, there is a constant stream of vehicles. A black car parked slowly on the side of the road, and three men wearing sunglasses and masks got out of the car. In Tyumen, an oil city with terrible air, wearing masks is not uncommon at all. The strange thing is that the three men They were all wearing thick cotton jackets, and their backs were bulging, which looked unnatural because it was so warm now. If one looked at the hem of their jackets behind them, one could see a black muzzle pointing down. The three men trotted across the road, heading straight for the Tatars' house, unnoticed by passers-by on the road.

They pushed open the door of the restaurant,

The designer just turned around to see them, he thought it was a customer who came to eat, and quickly said: "Sorry, this place is temporarily closed, please..." Before he finished speaking, a blood hole appeared in the designer's chest, and he couldn't help it. Clutching his chest in confidence, he fell to the ground.

The guns of those three people were carried inside their jackets, and they took them up and shot at the people working downstairs. The decoration workers scattered and fled, and some of them fell into a pool of blood before they could escape.

From the first gunshot, Papa Petrov noticed something was wrong, and the three picked up their guns. Yakov opened the door recklessly, poked his head out to check what happened, and was spotted by one of the three gunmen at a glance, and a swarm of bullets quickly hit him. Fortunately, Papa Petrov pulled him back. The gunman who found them stopped his companion, and the three began to concentrate their fire and attack the house where Yakov was.

The bullet passed through the wooden door and hit the inside of the room. Every place in the room hit by the bullet turned into pieces. Father Petrov pressed Yakov under him, and the two curled up in a corner, and Boris hid in another corner.

"We're stuck inside, it's dangerous, we can't stop them?" Father Petrov said anxiously.

"Then what?" asked Boris.

Papa Petrov glanced at the things in the house, and then said: "Block the door first, and let's jump off the balcony."

"What? Is there no other way?" Yakov said reluctantly.

Papa Petrov ignored him, he was busy stacking sofas and tables at the door, Boris and Yakov also helped. Soon there was another gunshot at the door, and the sound of knocking on the door.

Father Petrov and the others retreated to the balcony, and the father asked, "Where is the car?"

"Where is it?" Yakov said, pointing.

The three climbed over the railing of the balcony, and Petrov's father jumped off first, followed by Boris, but Yakov still didn't dare to jump. The three people outside the door smashed the door with the butt of their guns, and a big hole was quickly pierced in the wood that had been crisped by the bullets, and a hand reached in. Yakov saw that he couldn't do without jumping, so he closed his eyes and jumped down too.

The three limped into the car. The car had just started when there was another burst of gunfire from behind, and several bullets hit the car body. The car ran quickly, and the gunfire gradually moved away from them. Boris took a long breath and asked quickly, "Where are we going?"

Father Petrov said: "Go to Yuri, we have to go back to Gorky, the police will definitely come after such a big incident, it is no longer safe here."