At the end of June, Seryosha and the American Farmers Union jointly established Friendship Africa, a charitable organization in Africa, officially entered the operation stage.
To prevent detection by the pervasive U.S. regulators, Seryosha instructed Glencore and the Mediterranean Trading Company to register hundreds of shell companies in Bermuda and the Cayman Islands to provide aid to the charitable organization.
Yuri, on the other hand, got involved with great fanfare, donating to Friendship Africa in the name of his own casinos and hotels.
Since investing in charity can avoid taxes, this alone has left Seryosha with a lot of money.
Under the banner of helping the famine in Africa, Friendship Africa has purchased wheat and barley from the Department of Agriculture and the American Farmers Union at lower prices than the current market price.
A fleet of ships is then hired to transport it to Italy for further processing.
Friendship Africa is based in the United States, and its employees are innocent citizens recruited from society, but this is not the case in Italy.
Here are Yakov's men.
In order to reduce unnecessary troubles, apart from the normal work arrangements, the headquarters of Friendship Africa and the Italian branch have minimized exchanges, and the United States headquarters only needs to raise funds and purchase grain, and the transshipment of grain and the actual business are all arranged in Italy.
In early July, the first cargo ship from Italy to Somalia finally set sail.
Despite all his displeasure, Chebyshev stepped onto the ship.
Most of the ships were loaded with stale grain that had been eliminated from Italy, and even if it was shipped back to the Soviet Union, it was disposed of as fodder.
In addition, there were some varieties of grain such as corn that the Soviet people were not accustomed to.
Although the Soviet Union was suffering from a food shortage, the food shortage was not a famine, and the Soviets did not stuff everything into their mouths.
And the hungry people in Africa are waiting for food to save their lives.
Chebyshev felt a little ironic that he had joined an underworld organization, but now he was working as a charity.
Of the ten people who went to Mogadishu with Chebyshev, he had only two members from the Soviet Union, and the other Soviet was from Central Asia.
The remaining members are mostly from the Eastern European countries of Poland, Yugoslavia and Albania.
Chebyshev was among the men, and he was a minor leader.
They were tasked with distributing relief food in Mogadishu on behalf of Friendship Africa, and then taking photos and sending them to the United States headquarters.
After leaving Italy, the ship headed east, through the famous Suez Canal and across the Red Sea to Mogadishu.
When Chebyshev stepped off the ship, Chebyshev felt a little sad about the vast slums of the Somali capital with no end in sight, and his first thought was where to buy vodka in the future.
This side of the pier is under the de facto control and occupation of United Nations forces.
There are military vehicles with N signs everywhere.
Chebyshev is now the head of Friendship Africa n in Somalia, so naturally it is indispensable to show his face.
Officials from the Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations rushed over when they learned that an unknown charity had brought in a whole shipload of wheat.
After communicating with the translator, Chebyshev finally figured out the other party's intentions.
It turned out that the other party asked him if he would hand over the shipload of grain to the United Nations to manage it on his behalf.
As for the reason, the United Nations officials also told Chebyshev that if there was no armed escort, the shipload of grain would be robbed by the warlord-controlled troops as soon as it was shipped out of the port.
Chebyshev didn't want to make trouble for himself, and he simply agreed to the other party's suggestion.
Since Friendship Africa did not have an office here, Chebyshev was escorted out of the dock by a United Nations force vehicle and rushed to the United Nations supply warehouse.
There were garrisons and living quarters for the garrisons, and the convoy had to pass through the city of Mogadishu along the way.
Chebyshev saw beggars chasing the convoy on the side of the road, disabled people with missing arms and legs, almost all of them carrying weapons on their backs.
Sweat oozed from Chebyshev's forehead, and he felt that there was a malicious gaze staring at him, and the gaze came from the onlookers on the side of the road.
Chebyshev's hunch was actually correct, as early as when they arrived at the port of Mogadishu.
The news of a shipload of food spread throughout the city of Mogadishu.
When hundreds of people are starving to death every day in a city, a shipload of grain is worth as much as a shipload of gold.
The city is now in the hands of hundreds of warlords, large and small, and everyone knows in their hearts the importance of this grain shipment.
Here, food is the salary, the money, and the weapons.
On the black market, you can exchange food for all kinds of things you need.
Chebyshev looked out through the narrow window of the car, which could not be opened at all.
Neither air conditioner in the car was stuffy.
The heat and fear drove Chebyshev a little mad, and he cursed in his heart over and over again the Gorky Brotherhood, Nikolai, Baranikov and other people and organizations that had brought him here.
How Chebyshev wanted to sit in the air-conditioned cinema and have a cool beer or kvass After Chebyshev returned to the station, he arranged visas and accommodation for his subordinates.
A shipload of grain and most of it were in port waiting to be unloaded.
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After all, the food that came back with the car was a minority.
But Chebyshev didn't have to worry about it anymore, because he had already entrusted the handling of the food to the United Nations staff.
Chebyshev's job now is to wait until the time is for the distribution of relief food, take more photos and send them back to the headquarters of Friendship Africa to prove that he has indeed fulfilled his duties and obligations, and then contact the headquarters to transport the second batch of food.
After finally completing the formalities, Chebyshev planned to take a break and then go to the vicinity of the barracks to see if there was a suitable office space to rent.
Chebyshev didn't leave until the sun was about to set, bringing with him a few of his men and hiring trusted local security personnel introduced by the United Nations.
Due to the proximity to the barracks and the high level of security, many ns of this generation have rented offices here.
Not far from the street of the office, you can see heavily armed N soldiers, as well as some local vendors who specialize in foreign business.
Just as Chebyshev was bored, the smell of alcohol entered his nose.
He looked at the source of the smell and saw an open-air bar.
Although there were only a few rotten tables and a few broken chairs, business was exceptionally good, so Chebyshev beckoned to his men and turned towards the bar. t1706231537: