Trafford’s Trading Club

What Yefim was most worried about happened, and it happened within the same day. He suddenly felt like he was trapped in a big net woven for him.

Ever since his identity was revealed at the manor, he had had such an uneasy feeling.

At this moment, when a police car came downstairs, this feeling reached its peak in an instant.

"Did you say what happened?"

"I didn't say anything." The subordinate said quickly: "He just showed his ID and showed his identity, and then said that he had something important to see you. However, I saw that he looked very anxious."

Yefim pondered for a while, then nodded and said: "Ask him to wait for me downstairs. I will change my clothes and come down."

"clear."

The subordinate nodded. He had a lot to do, not only to greet the police chief downstairs, but also to clean the room and clean up some things that did not belong here.

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"Hahaha, I'm sorry, I'm taking a shower. Because I'm used to falling asleep on time after ten o'clock. I kept you waiting for so long."

Yefim, who had changed his clothes, came down from upstairs. He looked at the police chief in front of him. The subordinate said that he had verified the other party's ID, so of course there was no problem with his identity.

"Hello, Mr. Yefim. I'm Victor. I'm sorry to bother you late at night." Victor nodded and suddenly approached Yefim.

But the bodyguard next to Yefim stretched out his hand to stop him and said calmly: "Mr. Victor, please speak slowly if you have anything to say."

Victor, who was stopped, said calmly: "Mr. Yefim, can I talk to you alone... I don't think you will refuse me."

"Really?" Yefim said calmly: "If I tell your boss that he has a random guy who comes to my house in the middle of the night to harass me, I don't think he will reject my complaint."

Victor smiled, lowered his voice and said, "I heard that Mr. Yefim bought something amazing today, right?"

In an instant, Yefim narrowed his eyes and was silent for a while before waving his hands and saying, "You guys go out first. I have something to discuss with Mr. Victor."

Seeing that his men had left and that he and Victor were alone in the room, Yefim slowly sat down and said calmly: "Did Sheriff Victor just say something? I didn't seem to listen carefully."

Victor showed a smile at this time and came to Yefim again. But he took out his mobile phone and put it on the table in front of Yefim.

"I think Mr. Yefim will be very interested in the content of this video."

"Oh, really?" Yefim casually picked up his phone to play.

His expression continued to become ugly as the video played. In fact, he stopped without actually watching the video in its entirety.

He put down his cell phone, raised his head and looked at Victor, who was standing with his hands in his hands, tapping his fingers slowly on the armrest.

a long time.

Yefim suddenly said: "What do you want?"

Victor said slowly: "This was sent by one of my guys. I guess he wanted to make a contribution... After all, the video clearly pointed out that the paintings stolen from the art museum were bought by you, Mr. Yefim... ...What happened today, we have reason to believe that the painting is still in your hands, Mr. Yefim. However, I kept it here, and no one knows about it except me."

Yefim said calmly: "Isn't it great that you handed it in all the way? This is a great achievement, isn't it?"

Victor shrugged and said: "I wonder, Mr. Yefim, have you ever known how much a yearly salary is for a working agent like me? And in my current position, if I continue to work If I get promoted to a higher level, how much annual salary can I get? What about the director's salary? And how much is it?"

Yefim said slowly and unhurriedly: "Do you know that your director and I have known each other for a while."

Victor smiled and said: "A big businessman like you, Mr. Yefim, naturally knows a lot of people. However, because the video of a gang leader was uploaded to vk earlier, a lot of people were involved. Things. I think that in the next period of time, most people in Moscow will temporarily make a clear distinction... Mr. Yefim, do you know how many years I have been in the industry? Twenty-three years. I even received an award from the President himself. Order of Alexander the Neva."

Victor said confidently: "I believe my words still have some effect, and even our boss may not be able to let me pack up my pieces and leave my current position right away."

Yefim said calmly: "It is indeed a good thing to be confident. In addition, the courage of you to come to me alone is completely worthy of my admiration... Not bad, not bad, I like to cooperate with people who are brave. This I bought this video, and I’ll give you a price you like.”

Victor said, "Does Mr. Yefim think that just by buying this video, everything will be fine?"

"What do you want to say?"

Victor said: "I don't believe that a newcomer like mine who has just graduated can get this video. Mr. Yefim, have you offended anyone recently?"

Yefim patted the armrest lightly and stood up, "Mr. Victor, thank you for bringing me this news. But I am a businessman and I like a more straightforward conversation. "

Victor said calmly: "Our director is not clean. He may step down at any time. I think Mr. Yefim needs a more stable and younger partner."

"Is this your purpose?" Yefim narrowed his eyes.

"I am a person who has won the Order of Alexander the Great of Neva, but I have only been able to stay in a small office. Don't you think it is a pity, Mr. Yefim?" Victor approached Yefim and said lowly He said: "Someone wants to deal with Mr. Yefim. I think Mr. Yefim also needs more help, right?"

"Why should I believe you?" Yefim sneered.

Victor shrugged: "Time can tell me. Our boss's recent environment is not good, maybe it won't be long... In short, I know that this video will only get into my hands. However, I want to stream it If the people who come out see that there is no news about us, they may do something. This is my business card. Mr. Yefim can contact me if he needs it."

Seeing Victor take back the phone and walk towards the door, Yefim suddenly said: "Wait a minute" just as he was about to open the door.

"Any thing else?"

Yefim took out the checkbook from his clothes, signed his name, and tore off a check with no amount. "Write a number that you think looks good. I can't let you feel that your trip was in vain."

Victor stretched out his hand to hold the check, raised his hand and said, "Then, I look forward to your call, Mr. Yefim."

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"Boss, what did that stinky policeman say just now?"

The subordinate who had become a confidant a few years ago came back and looked at Yefim in meditation and asked.

Yefim said briefly, and his subordinates frowned and said: "Boss, it seems that the Dekabi family deliberately wanted to deal with you this time? It's just that they didn't expect that they would be stuck when they arrived at Victor's place. Yeah...this guy is also an ambitious person. It seems he wants both money and power."

Yefim suddenly said: "Do you think this Victor is okay?"

The confidant thought for a while and said: "But there is no reason for him to come to you directly with such important evidence. This is a serious violation of army records. If he feels that this is an opportunity that can make him prosperous, I think he It may be risky. It is indeed a pity that a person who can win the Order of Alexander the Neva is still living in a small detective's office."

Yefim was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "Have things been cleaned up?"

"The garbage has been loaded and transported away in a garbage truck." The confidant looked at the time on his wrist and said calmly: "It should be burned soon."

Yefim nodded and then said slowly: "Book me a ticket to Italy for the next week. I want all the time slots."

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"At nine and a half, Miss Anna entered the building."

"At nineteen nineteen, Victor also came to Yefim's building."

"At nine thirty-one, someone threw a big black bag onto the garbage truck."

"At nine-fifty, Victor left the building."

"It's 11:40 and Miss Anna hasn't shown up yet... Boss, I think the big bag on this garbage truck is..."

Yuri waved his hand to stop the man sitting next to the driver. He just opened the car window and watched from a distance as a garbage truck parked on the side of the road.

Two men wearing garbage recycling uniforms moved a large black bag down, sprinkled it with gasoline at night when no one was around, and burned it on the spot.

He watched the flames cover the entire bag...looking at the ashes, and finally slowly closed his eyes.

Finally, he said: "Drive."

The black RV left the road and the parked garbage truck quietly drove away. Then, strong winds blew away the remaining ashes.

Maybe wait until tomorrow and leave no trace.

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sound.

"... Later, a canal was built to connect the Moskva River and the Volga River, allowing access to a total of five different sea areas, and river transportation became more developed."

"Five?"

"Yes, Master. They are the Black Sea, the White Sea, the Caspian Sea, the Baltic Sea, and the Sea of ​​Azov."

"Ah." Kansui sighed, and said softly with a smile: "I don't seem to need such a thing as a search engine anymore..."

She heard the sound.

The man's voice and the woman's voice sounded like they were having a casual conversation.

So she opened her eyes, but it was dark and hot, and she seemed to be trapped in a narrow space.

She struggled a few times and finally found a zipper to exit this narrow place.

She opened the zipper, broke free from the big black bag, and breathed in the fresh air.

By the river, the night lights of Moscow were twinkling, dotting the water like a river of stars. A man and a woman were pointing to the river bank and talking softly.

She remembered that she seemed to have seen these two people last.

When suffocating.

She seemed to hear the man's voice.

Guest, do you need anything?

She, Anna. (To be continued.)

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