Moscow.

Povar Street.

There is an Italian restaurant here.

Inside, there is a seat by the window that says: "Hassan Daddy". You can tell whose seat it is by hearing this name.

Every three days or so, Usoyan, who is serving his sentence in prison, comes here to eat. Yes, he is serving his sentence.

In 1984, gangs in the Soviet Union were on the rise. The Soviet government even ordered the military and police to arrest people with armed forces and patrol the city at night.

Under severe crackdowns, Usoyan was arrested again by the Soviet police.

Usoyan is a well-known criminal in the Ural region. In order to set an example to others, the court sentenced him to 15 years in prison.

But during this period, it doesn’t mean that you can’t go out for a walk.

Being in prison is a prison, but in my prison, I just have to wait for others. He bribed everyone, so that I feel even more free in prison than outside.

Usoyan has a very large body. He was born in 1937 and is now 63 years old. He has reached the age when it should be swollen. His chin can be stacked into three layers. When he got off a Rolls-Royce, he looked bloated and wide.

The suit supported his whole body like a balloon.

Behind him were two bodyguards.

In Moscow, no one dared to do anything to him.

He is the beloved son of the "Gulag" and the godfather of the gang!

The law is useless in front of him. If he doesn't want to be clean, he just needs to say a word, and there will be a younger brother carrying a rocket launcher to save him at night.

The younger brother helped open the restaurant door, and Usoyan walked in sideways, almost forcefully. He glanced inside and saw that it was empty except for a man and a woman sitting at a table not far away.

"Dad Hassan!" The manager was very enthusiastic and took the initiative to come over and say hello.

Usoyan nodded with a smile. This smile made the flesh on his face tremble. The manager carefully pulled out the chair. This chair was also custom-made.

"Same old thing."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away." The manager nodded with a smile, clapped his hands together, and looked flattering.

Usoyan waved his hand.

He picked up the newspaper on the table and looked carefully. It was nothing more than some political topics. Everyone could see that the Soviet Union was in its final stage of turmoil.

"A bunch of bastards are preparing to divide the cake." Usoyan sneered, his tone full of dissatisfaction with the politicians, and he threw the newspaper aside and motioned for the bodyguards to sit down.

"Don't you know I don't like someone standing behind me watching me eat? That way I feel like I'm no different from a dog."

These bodyguards had been following him for a long time. After hearing this, they also sat down obediently.

The restaurant manager stood in the wind, holding a small cup of caviar in his hand. He put his hands in front of Usoyan and introduced, "This is French Petrossian caviar. I bought a little bit."

"Can you take it to jail?" Usoyan asked after tasting it.

The manager said, "If you need..."

"Then how about asking a judge to convict this caviar? Capitalist corruption? Treason? It doesn't matter. I just want it to be locked in the same cage with me in the end." Usoyan joked with a smile.

He always gets into trouble because of his loud mouth.

Unlike another "godfather" Ivankov, Usoyan likes to use money to pave the way.

I have long understood the truth.

Politicians, like gangsters, also charge protection fees. If you hand them over voluntarily, you can also expand your network.

The manager agreed.

After the appetizers, it was time for the main course. I saw a waiter coming out with tableware and a lid on top.

"Your Salami Milano is here, sir."

The waiter bowed slightly and was very gentlemanly. The manager also helped to pry open the lid, but there was no food at all. Instead, there was a Glock 18 submachine pistol, and he fired several shots at Usoyan!

The bullet fire rate is 370m/s, 1100-1300 rounds/minute, even faster than the fire rate of some submachine guns!

In the blink of an eye, five bullets hit the opponent's body. No matter how thick your fat is, can you withstand the bullets?

This scene is very unexpected.

The two bodyguards reacted quickly. Just as they were about to pull out their pistols to fight back, they saw the waiter squat down, and the couple who looked like a couple sitting not far away turned around, holding UZI submachine guns, and pointed them at the standing people.

Just shoot.

Three people, including the manager, instantly fell into a pool of blood.

This series lasts only ten seconds.

After assassinating the target, these people hurried out of the restaurant. A van appeared at the door on time, got in the car, and drove away!

Usoyan's whole body leaned back like a pile of dead flesh, with blood and flesh in front of him.

The chef heard the noise and the chef ran out. When he saw this scene, he collapsed to the ground.

"Dead...dead!"

The news that Usoyan was assassinated in an Italian restaurant exploded instantly.

People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, the moon waxes and wanes, everyone dies the same, and the earth continues to rotate.

…

In the submarine base.

Tallinn Airlines... no, now it should be called Tinder Airlines. All the belongings have been moved from the "cemetery" to the airport here.

Someone held a pipe to rinse them and let the wind wash away the dust.

Gao Jun, Zavodsk and even Anatoly were all there, and he rented the helipad here for $1.

"Congratulations, Yuri, your company has developed further. Maybe it won't be long before I can see your business spreading all over the world."

"I hope one day, but don't worry, if you make money together, daily necessities will arrive every month."

Zavodsk was very satisfied.

"I have raised 9 and the remaining 700 will be shipped from Latvia and will be delivered about tomorrow."

"This is the best news I've heard." Gao Jun smiled, with dimples, "To be honest, I can't stand the cold wind in Siberia. If it weren't for business, maybe I would have been on vacation now."

"So, you should put dollar bills on your clothes, they are warmer." Anatoly joked.

The three people laughed.

"Boss..." Bolshak walked over quickly.

He was hired by Tinder Company as the deputy of the aviation department. The main reason is that he is professional. Who knows about aviation?

He has to rely on him to apply for routes and manage personnel.

At his suggestion, six pilots were left, the lowest one had 1,200 hours of flying experience, and the highest one was an ace pilot with 3,600 hours of flying experience, who was once the ace of the Soviet Air Force.

The logistics department eliminated useless departments such as inquiry, check-in, and security inspections, leaving the maintenance department with a total of 25 people.

Here is another expense.

Pilots receive performance bonuses based on their basic salary. The basic salary is increased by 40% according to Tallinn Air's standards. The first officer's salary was originally 30,000 rubles. This is the fourth price increase in the past three years. This is also one of the reasons for the collapse of Tallinn Airlines.

30,000 rubles ≈ about 420 US dollars. (1991)

Another 40% increase would be an additional 168 US dollars. The basic salary of the first officer's salary is 588 US dollars, and the hourly wage is: 700 rubles.

The total amount of miscellaneous things a month is close to 100,000 rubles.

It's about more than 1,500 US dollars.

This is just for the co-pilot. If you were the captain, it would be at least half as much, 150,000 to 200,000 rubles.

That’s close to $3,000.

The price...that's quite cheap!

However, the reality is this. Who would settle their salary in US dollars?

Even though Tinder Company is a "foreign company" at heart, its registered place is in Estonia!

This is one of the reasons why civil aviation pilots often like to change jobs. Of course, this does not mean that big companies are better, but that small companies offer higher salaries and benefits.

The army is even worse.

Everyone's choice is different, that's all.

To maintain the 25 people in the logistics department, it also costs about 7 million rubles (US$70,000) a year, plus parts and equipment...

Gao Jun is quite generous. The four months' salary that Tallin owed before was directly paid according to the establishment standards of the new company. This is one of the reasons why he was able to keep these pilots.

Those people are all ready to change jobs.

Gao Jun glanced at it twice and then signed it.

"You will work hard from now on. You will be stationed in Tallinn. If you have any questions, you can contact the company by phone or email. I have been very busy recently. You have to wait for the annual meeting before you can meet Taylor and the others. However, I will personally handle this department in person from now on."

director."
To be continued...