After being sent to the United States by Petrov, Ivankov felt like a lost dog.
When he walked out of the airport gate, a young man in his thirties holding a GAZ sign had been waiting at the exit for a long time.
"You're Ivankov's senior, right, daddy asked me to pick you up," Yuri reached out to take Ivankov's suitcase, but Ivankov refused.
"I'm not a senior, I'm just a dog raised by Petrov, I have to do whatever he tells me to do" Ivankov said angrily, and then got into the car himself, Yuri shook his head in embarrassment and got into the car.
The car began to depart towards New York City.
"Where are we going now," Ivankov asked, sitting in the co-pilot seat next to Yuri, looking out the window at the view.
"I'm going to take you around New York for a few days before heading back to our Atlantic City casino," Yuri replied.
"Casino" Ivankov thought it was funny in his heart, when did Petrov actually have a casino in the United States, I am afraid that it is a few gambling tables in a corner basement, and make some money by cheating, extortion "It's still not necessary, I'm here to work, not for vacation, just let me see your so-called casino," Ivankov said with disdain.
"Okay, then, just do as you instruct" Yuri couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart, why Xie Liaosha got such a grumpy old man over, I really don't understand The car quickly got on the highway to Atlantic City, and there was not even a shadow of the car along the way, Ivankov quickly leaned on his seat and snored due to the fatigue of the journey, Yuri turned off the music on the car and sped back at a speed.
"This casino belongs to you" Ivankov stood in front of the gate of the Taj Mahal Casino, looking at the magnificent gate of the casino and the towering supporting hotels next to it, he was very surprised, he really did not think that this was actually Petrov's old man's property.
"Yes, we just settled down, and it didn't take long for business to be okay at the moment.
It's the off-season, and the number of guests will increase in a few days during the Christmas holidays," Yuri explained to Ivankov.
"What the hell are you TD doing, where did you get so much money," Ivankov asked curiously.
"Actually, we're in finance, and it's not you, let's go, take you to relax," Yuri replied.
Places like Taj Mahal are built to keep people happy, to eat, drink and have fun, so that all the money in the pockets of the guests is kept here.
Gamblers can go to massage when they are tired, they can go to various performances, or they can find a woman to go back to their room to be comfortable, and as long as you have money, you can live here for the rest of your life.
Ivankov lived in prison the most in his life, and he never thought that there would be such a place in the world.
Yuri first led Ivankov to eat a hometown meal in the hotel restaurant, and the caviar was so delicious that old Ivankov almost swallowed his tongue.
Immediately afterward, he took Ivankov to the casino to play a few games, Ivankov played until the evening, and when he got tired of playing, Yuri took him to a massage to relax.
"What are we going to do in a moment," asked old Ivankov, who was comfortably lying on the massage table, to Yuri, who was massaging with him.
"You can go back to rest first, I still have some things to do, I'm afraid I can't accompany you," Yuri said.
"I said brother, you are living a fairy life, I knew that it was so cool to follow you, what else do I want me to do with that broken ground, I will give it to you directly" Ivankov said while turning his head to look at Yuri, Yuri's tattoo has something like a star, Ivankov saw it and asked curiously: "You have been a soldier" "Yes, I came back from Afghanistan last year," Yuri replied.
He then asked, "What about you, what did you do?"
"I used to do a little smuggling, but then Petrov swallowed it, but I didn't expect it to be a blessing in disguise haha," Ivankov said happily.
The masseurs at the Taj Mahal Hotel were the best, and after the massage, Ivankov felt as if he was several years younger, full of energy.
The two men were dressed in the locker room, when Yuri handed Ivankov a satellite phone.
Then he said: "Take it, at this time, we will use it within the Gorky Gang, will you use it?"
"Don't worry, isn't it a satellite phone, I used it before, when I was smuggling in Moscow," Ivankov said.
"Okay, let's go back and rest, this is the room card, there are a few nice beauties waiting in it" Yuri made a man who knew how to look, and Ivankov suddenly laughed.
After the two left the massage parlor, they separated, and Ivankov went back to rest with his room card and satellite phone.
Yuri left the hotel alone.
Ivankov's room, on the top floor of the hotel, was a luxurious suite, and he opened the door and walked into his suite.
Expansive floor-to-ceiling windows offer sweeping views of the Bay Area of Atlantic City, and the view is simply soothing.
The furnishings in the room exude a sense of comfort that is pleasing to the eye.
Ivankov was about to step inside, but saw his dirty leather shoes.
He felt that such leather shoes were really outrageous to step on a white woolen carpet.
He took off his shoes and walked barefoot, and suddenly there was a burst of laughter in the room on the right, and Ivankov turned curiously to the right and walked through the wide living room.
He pushed the door open and was immediately captivated by the beautiful scenery in front of him.
Four sleek girls were sitting in a spacious bathtub, smiling at him.
Ivankov was so frightened that he hurriedly retreated, and after a while he regained his courage and walked in.
This time Ivankov was no longer timid, he stripped off all his clothes and jumped into the bathtub, and soon the room resounded with the happy laughter of men and women.
Late at night, on the large bed in the master bedroom of the suite, a man and four women were lying on it, and Ivankov was seriously overdrawn at the moment.
He leaned on the pillow and looked out the window at the night sky, reminiscing about the hearty battle just now.
There was only the sound of five people breathing in the room at the moment.
At this moment, Ivankov's bedside phone rang.
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"Senior, you have to pick me up," Yuri's voice came over the phone, and he seemed very weak.
"Don't you go and have fun, don't tell me you're so tired that you can't even drive," Ivankov joked.
"I've been shot," Yuri said weakly. t1706231537: