After Boris had arranged the candidates, he rushed to the restaurant of the Friendship Hotel early to wait for Mrs.
Zhukovsky to attend the banquet.
This time, he was going to use the port of Gorky to get the KGB to shift the focus of the investigation.
Boris arrived at the restaurant early, and it was not long before Mrs.
Zhukovsky came, and the two greeted each other warmly.
After the waiter served the first course, Boris asked the waiters to go out first.
Then he said to Mrs.
Zhukovsky: "You have asked you to come here for a matter of fact, some people have recently come to investigate our business, and I want you to help me get rid of them."
"Don't worry, Boris, my husband won't let them find anything," Mrs.
Zhukovsky assured Boris.
"No, this group is different, they are the KGB, they are not so easy to dismiss," Boris said with a smile.
There was a crisp "clank" sound, and Mrs.
Zhukovsky's spoon fell on the plate with a crisp sound, and she was clearly frightened "KGB, for" Mrs.
Zhukovsky just wanted to question Boris, but suddenly became alert, quickly lowered her voice and leaned into Boris's ear and asked eagerly and angrily: "Why did the KGB go to Gorky Port, what did you do?"
"Don't be afraid, we don't have any tricks to get caught by the KGB right now, but if we continue to investigate like this, it's hard to say that as long as we're okay, your Zhukovsky family will be safe.
We are tied together in this matter," Boris advised.
"What do you want us to do?"
asked Mrs.
Zhukovsky warily, and if Boris had asked too much, she would turn around and leave the place, never to see anyone from the Gorky Brotherhood again.
"Little thing, I'll put a batch of goods in your port of Gorky, you help me forge the logistics list from Rostov, and then just accidentally let these KGBs know" "It's as simple as that," asked Mrs.
Zhukovsky.
"It's as simple as that," Boris replied in the affirmative.
"Well, I can promise it, but don't contact me again until everything is settled," said Mrs.
Zhukovsky in desperation.
"Of course, we don't leave our own business to our partners, don't worry," Boris assured.
In the end, Mrs.
Zhukovsky left without finishing the dinner, Boris did not blame Mrs.
Zhukovsky for her ruthlessness, playing tricks with the KGB, and it was already very interesting for people to help, so don't criticize the other party too much.
Early the next morning, Seryosha called Boris and asked him to send the ten members of the Gorky Brotherhood abroad.
"Isn't it going to prison when you go abroad?"
asked Boris curiously.
"This is the worst-case scenario, and it is also a foreign prison that asks them to go to Italy first, do a full set of plays.
They really want to go with a cargo from Naples, Italy, to Rostov-on-Don, but if it goes well, they won't get to Rostov-on-Don," Seryosha told Boris by phone.
"When will you do it," Boris asked curiously.
"Don't worry, Yakov hasn't negotiated yet, wait until these damn KGBs leave Gorky City," Seryosha said confidently.
In the days that followed, all Boris could do was wait.
For the safety of the operation, Boris and Mrs.
Zhukovsky temporarily cut off contact.
At this time, in the middle of summer, Boris loaded some of the meat products in the warehouse into containers, and then unknowingly transported them to the container terminal of the port of Gorky for fermentation, and Secretary Zhukovsky arranged for his henchmen to revise the logistics documents of these goods.
In such weather, these containers of meat products will definitely turn into poison gas bombs, and Boris is waiting for the workers at the container dock to find these things.
A week later, the stench of the containers finally caught the attention of the dock workers, and everyone was talking about the containers, and some even thought that they might contain dead bodies.
The incident quickly attracted the attention of the port of Gorky, who called the police and firefighters of the Gorky Internal Affairs Bureau to the scene to dispose of the containers.
When the firefighters opened the containers in full biochemical suits, the stench inside came to their faces, and the sight of maggots and flies everywhere made many people vomit in disgust "What is this?"
the people babbled.
"It's a shame that it's all good ham and meat products, all rotten," said a recognizable onlooker.
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"D, I said, why is there nothing to sell in the market these days, feelings, these damn vendors would rather let this food rot here than give it to us," someone said angrily.
"You blame the vendors, didn't you hear that the KGB people were doing it in Gorkycha," someone muttered quietly.
The news of Gorky Port soon spread from the wharf to the city, and many housewives lined up in front of the state store after work were talking about it, complaining about the unpalatable food in the state store and lamenting the food that was rotting on the wharf.
As the housewives returned home, in the public kitchen of the tube building, the matter spread faster, and some housewives even scolded the KGB by the way, and before leaving, they jokingly said to the light bulb: "Colonel, are you still listening?"
as if the light bulb was a bugging.
The Leningrad investigation team, which had been in the hotel for many days without progress, soon learned about the incident, and everyone was excited.
So, as Boris expected, the investigation team shifted its focus to the port of Gorky.
In order to avoid long nights and dreams, they drove overnight to the container terminal of Gorky Port to check the situation with the person in charge here.
After they showed their documents, they successfully got the logistics list of the container terminal and found the origin of the shipment according to the container number.
"What is this place in Rostov-on-Don?"
asked the female investigator Anastasia, puzzled.
"At the junction of the republics of Russia and the Republic of Ukraine, is a port city on the coast of the Sea of Azov."
The team leader explained.
"It seems that the people of the Gorky Brotherhood have probably abandoned this shipment, is Rostov their entry point, should we go to Rostov to see," Anastasia asked.
"From now on, it looks like this, but I think something is wrong, but forget it, let's go to Rostov first," the team leader agreed, somewhat uncertainly. t1706231537: