Struggle in Russia

Constanta, Quayside, Black Raven Tavern.

I don't know since when a tavern suddenly appeared in the most remote corner of the dock area. At the end of the dead end, and the door is not large, there is only a small door that can only be accessed by one person. The signboard at the door is smaller and there is no eye-catching decoration such as neon lights.

This pub appeared so suddenly, and has been silently in an unnoticed corner. The doorway is almost always a monaco bird. If it is not the occasional door bell opening and closing reminder, there is still popularity here, almost like a haunted house. .

The business of the Black Crow Tavern looks rather poor. If you are lucky enough to open the door and walk in, you can find that the small pub is divided into small spaces except for a few open tables in the middle. Single rooms, each with a thick, soundproofed door, everything inside can be unknown after the door is locked.

Apart from weird single rooms, the tavern's most striking is the boss who sleeps on the bar. The middle-aged man in his forties around his ridiculous apron was shining brightly on the top of his head. He could not see a hair or even a pile of hair, as if he had been tung on oil and sanded with emery cloth.

He claims to be the owner of the Black Raven, but just like no one knows when the Black Raven actually opened, and no one knows the name of the old bald. Frequent customers are called by the boss. Occasionally, someone will call him a black crow. Such guests will usually be directly introduced into airtight single rooms, and will also be received by the boss himself.

The Black Crow Tavern has very few customers, and it is difficult for this customer to support this pub's business. But the boss, Black Crow, never worried about it, and was as open-minded as he was.

He is always happy, always standing behind the bar to talk to regular customers or simply sleep asleep, an open-mindedness that does not worry about everything.

To be honest, this is very unreasonable. Because in the Ottoman Turkish Empire, permission to sell alcohol was required, and not everyone can sell alcohol, because alcohol is strictly prohibited for *.

According to its doctrine, * Drinking alcohol must be strictly prohibited. Drinking alcohol has original sin!

The question is, how many men do not like alcohol? The more prohibitive of discrimination, the more lethal its appeal. So smuggling and brewing private wine has become a hidden rule. Later, the Turkish government also knew that it would not make sense to ban it. It simply let go of it and allowed non- * winemaking and wine sales, but it was subject to heavy taxes.

公开 Open bars like the Black Crow Tavern need a business license. And this stuff is expensive, and you have to pay for it every year.

If the Black Crow Tavern relies on that turnover, it is estimated that it would have been closed for ten years and it would not be open at all.

It's a miracle that this pub has been open forever, and the boss can still live happily.

Of course, this world is not pure in miracles. All miracles are man-made and for a reason. The so-called miracles are just that you are caught in the drum.

At least Li Xiao knew why the Black Crow Tavern could last forever. Kornilov told him that the Black Crow Tavern was an inaccessible tavern, but it was actually the intelligence and black market of Constanta. He served in the Russian army and was once a colonel.

After the victory of the Greek War of Independence, the Black Crow once returned to Greece as an official. However, contradictions with the pro-British faction have forced them to leave the country again. He then opened this black crow tavern in Constanta, using the developed network to intermediate the two traffickers to make a living.

"This person is an old friend of mine. Generally speaking, it is reliable. He has not collected intelligence for us all these years, but his personality is a bit weird and extreme. You better not stimulate him, and stay a few more when dealing with him. To my heart, this guy has a special guilty taste, it's really speechless ... "

Kornilov did not say what the black crow had any bad taste, but the expression that made Kornilov a constipation is probably bad.

Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell.

As the door was opened and closed, the doorbell made two crisp sounds. Generally speaking, there will be enthusiastic waiters or bosses to personally come forward to entertain.

But that's an ordinary shop, and the Black Crow Tavern is very unusual. Li Xiao stood at the door and didn't see the enthusiastic waiter. Except for the bald boss holding a bottle of wine and snoring and snoring on the bar, there was no figure in the bar, and he was as deserted as a haunted house.

骁 Li Xiao looked around and found that there would be no such thing as a waiter, he walked to the bar, anyway, the Lord was still there.

"Ahem!"

骁 Li Xiao looked at the bald guy in the big sleep. They were unaware and had to raise his voice and cough twice.

"Ahem!"

Ke still has no use for eggs. The other person sleeps so sweetly, and snoring is the same as pulling the bellows, which is warm.

In desperation, Li Xiao had to knock on the table.

"咚咚!"

The bald boss moved and seemed to be awake, but he didn't mean to look up at all, just pulled out a finger and said to the wine cabinet behind him:

"What wine do you want to pour yourself ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ all the old rules!"

骁 Li Xiao didn't know what the old rules were, let alone he didn't come to drink, so he had to knock on the table again.

"Noisy! Didn't you see I'm sleeping! Drink yourself and pour!"

Li Xiao was greeted with a rude swearing because he was not familiar with Turkish, so those who are too vulgar and have various popular names about certain organs of men and women cannot understand, but the general meaning is the above. .

"Are you the boss?"

Although Li Xiao basically determined that the big bald head was the person he was looking for, he couldn't always say that he was Kornilov's person.

"what?"

After the bald man gave a slight snoring, he finally raised his head. He squinted and looked at Li Xiao for a while, and said directly:

"Strange face, never seen!"

Then he waved his hand impatiently, and said with a disgusting expression, "Here are no entertaining little farts with no hair. I want to drink for two years, and say now, get out!"

骁 Li Xiao was speechless for a while. His height was a little short, but his face was not so tender that his hair didn't grow. The goods in front of him were deliberate, despising his size.

If in Russia, Li Xiao said that he must say hello to the big bald, let him know that the little dwarf has dignity. But unfortunately, he must be low-key, so he can only hold back his anger and say:

"Kornilov asked me to come to you!"

大 I was surprised at the turn of the big bald head this time, and he snorted again, re-examined Li Xiao, and asked, "What evidence?"