Boris Ilyich Pogolovsky was smoking leisurely on the court, and from time to time he took out an exquisite silver wine pot from his pocket to take a sip. Finally, he could take a rest. Since the morning, some regular customers have come to Boris to pick up goods. The goods here are not only suitable for the price, but also many of them are rare high-end goods on the market. Many people who do this kind of underground transaction have recently picked up goods from Boris.

Among Seryosha's gang, Boris was responsible for sales. The supply of goods from Yakov and Mikhail would eventually flow into the market through Boris. This job is not easy to do, but Boris did a good job. Boris was originally one of the bosses in this area, with a wide connection and a good news. In addition, he usually has a good relationship with the bosses in several places around him, so Boris could always spread the goods as quickly as possible.

There were many people on the playground, and people greeted Boris from time to time, and Boris nodded to pay tribute. This venue is Boris' territory. Everyone is a child of the Gorky Automobile Factory. They look down on their heads and don't look up. Moreover, Boris has been too lazy to even charge the protection fee recently, but instead started a business. Because there is no protection fee, more and more young men come to Boris' territory. Everyone thinks that among the bosses in the Gorky factory, Boris is the best to speak.

Vasily-Chernenko had just finished a game of play, sweating heavily, and was a little tired. He happened to see Boris sitting on the side. So he trotted a few steps and said, "Boris, come one."

Boris threw a box of Marlboro in his pocket to Vasily. Vasily took one from it and held it in his mouth. Boris took out a lighter and lit a cigarette for him. After sipping, Vasily felt comfortable all over.

"Hey, Boris, someone is asking about you recently." Vasily said casually.

"Who is it your sister, right?" Boris gave Vasily a charming look.

"Go to your uncle! Those guys have never seen them before, they probably aren't from the Gorky factory. They seem to be bad at the visitors. Have you messed with some great people?" Vasily said with some concern.

"If you say that I have ever messed with someone I can't afford to mess with, then it's only Yuri." I'm having a good relationship with his younger brother Mihail now, and he won't come to trouble me." Boris replied indifferently.

Vasily took another one from the cigarette box and put it on his ear. He asked to return the cigarette to Boris. "When did you have been polite to me, Vasily?" Boris said and pushed Vasily's hand back. The two of them chatted in a mess, smoking a cigarette, which was so comfortable.

...

Andropov had been traveling around the living area of ​​the Gorky Automobile Factory for most of the day, but he had never found the person he was looking for. According to the information he had learned, the boy named Boris often played in the stadium. However, there were more than a dozen stadiums in this area, and just finding the right place made him exhausted. The afternoon sun was a little strong, and they ran to so many places, and they were so hot that they took off their coats and tied them to their bodies. Under the golden sunshine, their developed muscles, sweat-filled skin, and those colorful tattoos made these people look so unique.

These people walked into the stadium slowly and asked where Boris was. At first glance, these people were here to trouble Boris. Maybe Boris was very popular. Several people asked said they didn't know where Boris was. People were afraid of avoiding it. This made Andropov a little impatient. The boy named Boris was named by his boss Mr. Popov. If he couldn't even do this, he would not have any good results when he went back. After being ignored by a young man who was in a turbulent manner again, Andropov finally couldn't help but burst out. He grabbed the guy's collar and threw him on the ground. He slapped him in the face and slapped him:

"You *******, you little bastard, I don't have time to have fun with you. Tell me where Boris is, or I will break your neck." After saying that, he stepped on his big feet hard on the young man's face. The boy's nose was instantly bleeding.

The dispute that occurred on the stadium quickly attracted the attention of people around, and people looked here one after another. It also attracted the attention of Boris and Vasily in the corner.

"Look, Boris is just that group of people, it doesn't seem easy to mess with. You'd better avoid it first." Vasili suggested with concern.

Boris did not adopt Vasily's suggestion. He patted the soil on his body, stood up from the steps of the stands, and walked slowly towards Andropov and the others. The young people around him who were playing ball and exercising also stopped what they were doing and gathered together.

Boris came to Andropov, looked at Andropov and said, "I don't know if I am the Boris you are looking for?"

"We are here looking for Boris, who sells private goods. If you are afraid of causing trouble, get away, otherwise I will beat you like him." Andropov said, pointing to the young man stepping on his feet.

"Then you are looking for the right person, I am Boris, a private product. Do you dare to go to my territory and have you ever thought about the consequences?" Boris warned.

"Why, do you want to fight with us?" Andropov said, laughing at his subordinates, not taking Boris seriously at all. "You'd better go with us honestly, otherwise don't blame me for being rude." After Andropov said, a little brother next to him took out a folding knife from his pocket and tricked a few swords. The technique was very fast and had a visual impact.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and more and more people gathered around him. Boris raised his hand and slapped the little brother who was playing with the knife. Andropov was angry. He took out his knife and was about to penetrate Boris. Suddenly he felt that his hand was grabbed, and then another punch hit him in the face, and more and more punches hit him. Andropov was surprised to find that those who gathered together were not watching the fun, but came to beat him. Captain Andropov had beaten countless fights so much, and had never been so depressed.

More and more people gathered over. Andropov and his group were under attack from all directions. He felt that things had lost control. He did not expect that Boris had so many little brothers. The hero did not suffer any loss in front of him. He tried hard to climb out of the crowd, and turned around and roared at Boris, "Little bastard, let's see." After that, he pointed to the crowd who attacked him fiercely. Andropov and his group finally gathered together.

He took out the dagger and knife, and Boris and his group had no weapons in their hands. They did not rush forward rashly. The two groups were confronting each other in a space, but Boris and the others were still not giving up. They were still approaching step by step. Andropov and his group were hindering step by step. Andropov's lungs were furious. After so many years, they were actually played with by a bunch of little kids. He took out the gun on his back and pointed at the crowd that was pressing step by step.

Boris and his gang stopped and saw a gun pointing towards them. Everyone took a few steps in a panic.

"Put it aside. Don't forget that this is the Gorky Automobile Factory. We have militia here, let alone a few broken guns, even cannons." Boris pretended to be calm and advised.

"Good boy, I'll write down this account today, let's take a look." Andropov didn't take the next move, pointed a gun at Boris, turned around and walked away with his younger brothers.

Vasily looked at Boris and said, "Boris, who did you offend? Fortunately, the people in our factory have always been united in dealing with outsiders, otherwise you will be in great trouble."
Chapter completed!