"Hey, how is Roman doing lately, I heard that you took your children on vacation abroad, where are you going?"
When the famous "Fish Chief" Roman Pavlyuchenko walked into the tavern where the high-ranking cadres of the Gorky gang often came to party, many people took the initiative to greet him.
And Pavlyuchenko responded to them one by one.
"The beaches in Spain are really beautiful and the climate is very comfortable, and I don't want to come back," Pavlyuchenko said.
"It can't be that some woman over there is fascinating you."
"Absolutely, I'm afraid he didn't let a woman wear clothes in Spain" Pavlyuchenko didn't stay to fart with these bad friends, and in fact, if it weren't for the call of Daddy Petrov, Pavlyuchenko might have had to wait another month to return to Moscow from the Spanish beaches.
He walked around the noisy hall and walked to the box area at the back of the hall, where Daddy had been waiting for him.
Pavlyuchenko, led by his father's bodyguards, walked to the door of the box, and before entering the door, he consciously took off the firearm on his body, although his father's bodyguard knew that he was his own, but still searched his body.
Pavlyuchenko knocked lightly on the door and said respectfully outside the door: "I'm coming, Daddy" "Come in," said Father Petrov, as he drank his wine.
"Daddy, this is a gift for you, I don't know much about Spanish ham and the like, anyway, it is said to be delicious" Pavlyuchenko put the gift aside and pulled out the chair opposite his father, who took out a new glass and poured a full glass of wine for Pavlyuchenko.
"Actually, the main reason for calling you back so suddenly is that our companions have recently found a new way of making money, but the police in Moscow and Leningrad also seem to have their eyes on this business, and they are now treating the merchants who exchange foreign currency on the black market as cows, and they are arresting them all day long, and it has seriously affected our interests, I would like to ask you to talk to the heads of the police departments in Moscow and Leningrad, and tell them not to go too far," the old man said bluntly to Pavlyuchenko.
Anger was expected.
"Daddy, what the hell is going on" Pavlyuchenko felt his father's anger, but he still didn't quite understand what was going on.
"Let's put it this way, we have a foreign exchange in our hands, and we want to exchange it for rubles from the black market.
First of all, I consulted some people who knew the law, and they told me that this kind of behavior in private is not a crime, at most it is not very good.
But you know which police have noticed the oil and water of this business, and they are now like robbers everywhere to arrest these foreign exchange dealers, confiscate their cash and keep them for themselves, even the gangsters don't do it," Daddy said again angrily.
At this moment, Pavlyuchenko finally understood what his father wanted to do.
"You're telling me to warn them not to harass black marketeers who are in the currency exchange business," Pavlyuchenko asked.
"No, these cops can't support their families on their salaries, and I don't want them to be too difficult, I need them to give me a guarantee that they won't disturb our business.
At the same time, I'm willing to give them a share, but they have to know who's the boss," Daddy Petrov replied.
"Okay Daddy, I see what you mean, I'll take care of this," Pavlyuchenko drank the wine from his glass, then said goodbye to Daddy and left the bar.
The reason why Pavlyuchenko was able to get along with the Gorky gang was largely because of the untidy and chaotic relationship between him and the police.
To be honest, anyone who needs to buy their own food every day knows that living on wages alone is becoming more and more stretched, although it is easy to meet the requirements for eating and drinking.
But life is not only a matter of eating and drinking, people need all kinds of daily necessities, cigarettes, furniture, household appliances and other daily necessities are rising in price, in this case, although Gorbachev and other high-level people are still deeply disgusted, but these police officers at the grassroots level can only take risks.
Both Petrov and Pavlyuchenko knew that it was impossible to get the police to stop there, so Petrov wisely planned to give some of the police officers in the black market jurisdiction some stable income to ease their predicament.
Since Petrov was willing to give up a small part of the lucrative business of exchanging foreign currency as a reward for the police.
Pavlyuchenko naturally wanted to get this done as soon as possible, so he made an appointment with the directors of the interior bureaus of the Frunze branch and the workers' new town branch the next night.
"The two bureau chiefs, didn't I say you, are your subordinates all robbers, and they rob those foreign exchange masters in broad daylight, this is too ugly," Pavlyuchenko said half-teasingly, half-teasingly.
The two directors were embarrassed to smile awkwardly, and they wanted to say something helplessly, but they were about to speak, but they heard Pavlyuchenko continue: "I also know that the policemen under my command are not easy, and life is not easy now, and it will be better to earn a little more, but the problem is that if this market is completely ruined by those insatiable guys at the bottom, everyone will lose this way of life, so my client asked me to tell the two of you that he is willing to give a special salary to all the policemen under the two of you sub-bureaus, This salary is as stable and reliable as salary, even if you are retired, you can take it, but the premise is that you can't harass any merchants in the market, whether it's money exchangers, drug sellers, none of them can harass me to leave my words here, if anyone dares to disobey our advice, then I don't care if he is a police officer or not, I will not be polite."
Pavlyuchenko's last few words are very serious, but the meaning he conveys is still very attractive.
You must know that the police below went to arrest those foreign exchange masters, and the people above didn't know how much they had collected, and several bureau chiefs were always suspicious of their subordinates.
Now Pavlyuchenko's proposal feels fair and transparent.
"Roman, don't worry, I'll restrain those bastards under me when I go back, and I won't harass any businessmen in the future, but do you have any specific plans for the special salary you just said?"
"Yes, you tell us first, and we can go back and discuss it with the people below."
The two directors couldn't wait to ask, Pavlyuchenko took a sip of wine, and then took out a salary comparison table and threw it on the table, and the two directors came over to see that this was the salary comparison table within the police "You see, from the bottom to the top, we will double the salary of several stalls, and give the rank of two directors, and we can get almost 45 times the current salary," Pavlyuchenko instructed. t1706231537: