It took about five hours to fly from Moscow to Tashkent, and on the way Seryosha took Chubanov's special plane and enjoyed the treatment like a head of state.
Seryosha and the others were on a Tu-154 plane, and when the plane finally landed at Tashkent airport, it was already afternoon.
The cabin door of the plane finally opened, Chubanov was the first to get out of the cabin and waved to the welcoming personnel on the ground, Seryosha followed Chubanov and the second to get out of the cabin, although it was only a small secretary of the regiment committee, but now the value of treatment was like that of the chairman of the Joint Council of Ministers of the Soviet Union.
Shalov Rashidovich Rashidov stood quietly at the bottom of the ramp of the plane, waiting for Chubanov.
When Churbanov finally stepped down the gangway, Rashidov took the initiative to extend his right hand.
Rasidov was an alternate member of the Politburo, and he took the initiative to show favor to Chulbanov, who was a member of the Central Committee, which made Chubanov feel very comfortable.
The two shook hands and talked for a long time before Rashidov began to introduce Chulbanov to the officials who would come with him to pick him up.
Chubanov introduced Seryosha to Rasidov, and Seryosha followed Chubanov and shook hands with the Uzbek officials as if he were his deputy.
Any official who is here today has a higher rank than Seryosha, and the youngest must be an official such as the secretary of the state party committee or the minister of the republic, and Seryosha is only a cadre of the Youth League Committee.
But everyone knew what Chulbanov was here for, and no one dared to despise him, including Seryosha, who was with him.
A Seagull limousine carried Chubanov and Seryosha out of the airport, but they returned to an upscale hotel in Tashkent.
It was still early in the morning, and the two of them could take a break before going to the welcome dinner hosted by the Government of the Republic of Uzbekistan.
After arriving at the hotel, someone led Seryosha into his room, and Seryosha was stunned by the luxurious decoration of the room, which was a duplex suite, divided into two floors.
Beyond the two floors, there is a living room with a ceiling, and the crystal lamps hanging from the roof of the living room are worth a lot of money at first glance.
The walls of the room were decorated with golden gold, revealing an air of opulence, and the most satisfying thing for Seryosha was that the whole suite was prepared for Seryosha.
Seryosha only came to take care of his Uzbek staff, who first took a comfortable bath and relaxed.
Although I took a special plane along the way, it was not as comfortable as on the ground after all.
Uzbek officials had already greeted him in advance, and Seryosha knew that there would be a welcome party in the evening.
So he took out a suit from his luggage, as well as his own medals of the Order of the Gold Star and the Order of the Red Banner.
It's not that Seryosha likes to show off, it's a rule to wear medals on formal occasions.
When Seryosha stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself with satisfaction, it was almost six o'clock.
There was a soft knock at the door.
Seryosha answered and opened the door.
It was none other than Chirbanov's secretary.
He respectfully told Seryosha that Minister Chubanov was already waiting for him in the car downstairs.
Seryosha quickly closed the door and followed the Grand Secretary Chubanov downstairs.
As soon as he got into the car, Seryosha saw Chubanov looking at him with envy.
Seryosha looked at himself in confusion following Chulbanov's gaze and saw that he was staring at his medal of Venus, so Seryosha asked: "What do I have to look at?"
"I really envy you, Hero of the Soviet Union," Chubanov smacked his lips and sighed with emotion.
"This is in exchange for life, hundreds of human lives," Seryosha said in a somewhat low tone.
"Oh, can you tell me about it?"
Chubanov asked curiously.
"Again, most of the dead were civilians, and it was not a glorious thing," Seryosha replied.
Chubanov leaned over to Seryosha and asked a little embarrassed: "Can you show me?"
Seryosha did not hesitate to take it off and put it in Chubanov's hand, who held the medal in both hands and looked at it carefully.
I can't stop admiring.
After a long time, he reluctantly returned it to Seryosha.
Then he asked reluctantly, "I really don't know when I'll be able to get one."
Seryosha smiled and said, "Then you will have to try your luck in Afghanistan" Police cars drove all the way to a luxury hotel in the center of Tashkent.
Chulbanov's secretary opened the car door for the two.
Seryosha and Chubanov walked into the room.
As soon as they walked into the hall, the noisy banquet hall immediately fell silent, and everyone automatically stood on both sides of the hall and made way for the middle passage.
As Seryosha and Chubanov stepped in, there was a burst of applause on both sides of the passage.
Rashidov came over with a glass of wine, and Chubanov took the glass and touched it with Rashidov before drinking it all.
There was applause around again, and Seryosha knew who the protagonist of the day was, and he slowly hid to the side with great interest.
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However, to Seryosha's surprise, the Uzbek officials did not snub him, a small cadre who was traveling with him, and soon some enthusiastic officials who did not know him surrounded him.
Seryosha had to deal with them.
"I didn't expect you to be awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union at a young age, you are really remarkable, and it is a great honor to meet you," a bearded official complimented.
"I'm also very happy to get acquainted with you here, we usually live in different cities, but I didn't expect that we met for the first time and fell in love like this, it's really rare" Seryosha is also trying to make friends with these officials, he knows that the atmosphere in the Republic of Uzbekistan is not very good, and there are a lot of customers calling for him.
"Yes, we also feel very close to you, we are in the countryside, not as good as you in Moscow, but we also have some local specialties that are still good.
We Uzbeks are like this, we always have to give some gifts when we meet friends who fall in love, and it's always unseemly to be petty, I hope you don't refuse" The bearded official said as he stuffed an envelope into Seryosha's pocket, and before Seryosha could react, the official said goodbye to him and left, Seryosha wanted to catch up, but soon more people blocked his way and greeted him warmly.
Seryosha could only stay where he was, watching as envelopes fell into his pocket.
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